Wolk
The howny wabbit
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"Ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin our descenet to Amsterdam. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. Make sure your table trays are in the upright position, and your belongings are securely stowed under the seat in front of you. Please remain seated until the plane has taxied to a full stop. We thank you for chosing Air Atlantic and hope you had a pleasant flight.
"Welcome to Amsterdam; the local time is 9 am."
The stewardess' pleasant voice awakened Ryan Richards. He smiled, sensing his beautiful young wife's pretty head on his shoulder. Her hair smelled divine, making him close his eyes for a moment to enjoy it fully.
He looked out the window past her (naturally, the beloved woman got to sit at the window and enjoy the view!) to admire the beautiful historic architecture of the old European city. It was lovely, the red roofs contrasting sharply with modern skyscrapers, yet complimenting them and merging into a single eye-pleasing picture.
Ryan recalled how they got to be here. Married for two years, the now 24 year old couple were a perfect match personally, but also professionally. Their talents complimented each other's so well that their small business prospered, grew big, and was then acquired by a major corporation. A major, *wealthy* corporation, no less. The money the Richards' made off the sale will be more than they could spend in their lifetime. They would never have to work again if they didn't want to, and although Ryan was sure they would eventually want to start afresh on some other project, for the time being the young couple was enjoying each other and traveling the world, utterly loving that they got to do what most people their age could only dream of.
"We are almost there, hunny," Ryan said softly, kissing the pretty head on his shoulder and feeling the beautiful creature stir.
He smiled, adoring the sleepy expression on her beautiful face. Women generally objected to being seen in a state like this, thinking they didn't look their best, but Ryan found his wife drop dead goregous every moment he saw her over the two years of their marriage and before that.
"So what's the plan, Mrs. Cultural Expert?" Ryan teased, nodding at the tourist guide his wife had been studying in flight.
"Personally," he continued, "I only need two things to be perfectly happy here: the hotel room, and you." Ryan smiled and leaned towards her a bit, parting his lips slightly. They kissed sweetly, before sitting up again, beaming at each other happily.
Meanwhile, the plane touched down with a slight jolt, then rapidly slowed, and steered towards the terminal. It stopped, and passengers gradually began filing out of the aircraft, flight crew wishing each of them a good morning and a pleasant stay in Holland.
"Welcome to Amsterdam; the local time is 9 am."
The stewardess' pleasant voice awakened Ryan Richards. He smiled, sensing his beautiful young wife's pretty head on his shoulder. Her hair smelled divine, making him close his eyes for a moment to enjoy it fully.
He looked out the window past her (naturally, the beloved woman got to sit at the window and enjoy the view!) to admire the beautiful historic architecture of the old European city. It was lovely, the red roofs contrasting sharply with modern skyscrapers, yet complimenting them and merging into a single eye-pleasing picture.
Ryan recalled how they got to be here. Married for two years, the now 24 year old couple were a perfect match personally, but also professionally. Their talents complimented each other's so well that their small business prospered, grew big, and was then acquired by a major corporation. A major, *wealthy* corporation, no less. The money the Richards' made off the sale will be more than they could spend in their lifetime. They would never have to work again if they didn't want to, and although Ryan was sure they would eventually want to start afresh on some other project, for the time being the young couple was enjoying each other and traveling the world, utterly loving that they got to do what most people their age could only dream of.
"We are almost there, hunny," Ryan said softly, kissing the pretty head on his shoulder and feeling the beautiful creature stir.
He smiled, adoring the sleepy expression on her beautiful face. Women generally objected to being seen in a state like this, thinking they didn't look their best, but Ryan found his wife drop dead goregous every moment he saw her over the two years of their marriage and before that.
"So what's the plan, Mrs. Cultural Expert?" Ryan teased, nodding at the tourist guide his wife had been studying in flight.
"Personally," he continued, "I only need two things to be perfectly happy here: the hotel room, and you." Ryan smiled and leaned towards her a bit, parting his lips slightly. They kissed sweetly, before sitting up again, beaming at each other happily.
Meanwhile, the plane touched down with a slight jolt, then rapidly slowed, and steered towards the terminal. It stopped, and passengers gradually began filing out of the aircraft, flight crew wishing each of them a good morning and a pleasant stay in Holland.