Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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- Aug 22, 2001
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STORY:
Hi, I am sam. Samantha Charles, age 26 and a secretary to the worlds biggest ego maniac this side of the USA. Sighing I climbed into the jet's seat and listened to him ramble off instructions, appointments and demands. He never requested, he demanded. Rolling my eyes, I wrote this all down in short hand and adjusted my short business skirt. We were flying to Jamaica, an important business trip he had some business deals to close. So after all his grumbling and demanding I fell asleep as the flight progressed. Around me other passengers fell into deep slumbs too. Night flights tended to do that.
I awoke with a jolt as the plane tipped and tossed. The captains voice came over the intercom telling everyone to buckle in we hit a storm.
A little uneasy about it, I tried to relax while my boss next to me sat sleeping. Figures, men could sleep through anything anymore. I reached over him and fastened his seat belt while he slept.
I dont recall much of what happened next but the plane went dark, dropped and hit something. I kept hearing mayday calls and screams but I think I hit my head on something because all went black.
The next thing I know I was on the beach laying next to my boss in the surf. I coughed up a mouth full of water and glanced around. I had a floatation device on and so did my boss. Did he save me? I appeared he had. I felt around at my throbbing temple and hit a rather large goose egg. Wincing with pain, I managed to crawl a little out of the surf and fell back again in total blackness.....
(teq.. your turn
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STORY:
Hi, I am sam. Samantha Charles, age 26 and a secretary to the worlds biggest ego maniac this side of the USA. Sighing I climbed into the jet's seat and listened to him ramble off instructions, appointments and demands. He never requested, he demanded. Rolling my eyes, I wrote this all down in short hand and adjusted my short business skirt. We were flying to Jamaica, an important business trip he had some business deals to close. So after all his grumbling and demanding I fell asleep as the flight progressed. Around me other passengers fell into deep slumbs too. Night flights tended to do that.
I awoke with a jolt as the plane tipped and tossed. The captains voice came over the intercom telling everyone to buckle in we hit a storm.
A little uneasy about it, I tried to relax while my boss next to me sat sleeping. Figures, men could sleep through anything anymore. I reached over him and fastened his seat belt while he slept.
I dont recall much of what happened next but the plane went dark, dropped and hit something. I kept hearing mayday calls and screams but I think I hit my head on something because all went black.
The next thing I know I was on the beach laying next to my boss in the surf. I coughed up a mouth full of water and glanced around. I had a floatation device on and so did my boss. Did he save me? I appeared he had. I felt around at my throbbing temple and hit a rather large goose egg. Wincing with pain, I managed to crawl a little out of the surf and fell back again in total blackness.....
(teq.. your turn