The Shark with the knife growled, "Get out of here, you stupid Gringo. This is Sharks business, and we don't like interference."I said, "Put away that...knife before I make you eat it, you stupid pollo." Calling him a chicken was kind of weak insult, but I was not at my best with Spanish while I was facing a knife. I was afraid that he might use it on the shopkeeper. The idiot's companion did compound the insult by laughing at my choice of words.The man with the knife said in Spanish, "Shut up,. This time I had the window seat, since nothing else was free and the plane was packet. Usually I prefer the aisle seat. Boarding is almost completed and a woman with her (I think husband) sat down on the seats next to me (aged probably 35-40).And as soon as we took off and it was relatively quiet I fell asleep, like I've done many times before on a plane.But then, a few hours later I suddenly woke up to a darkened plane and feeling the woman next to me touching me between my legs. She didn't. I need to get to work, and I guess you need to get going as well.”She nodded, and we hugged, then went to say goodbye to the kids and each headed off to work.August 24, 1989, Chicago, Illinois“I don’t fucking believe this,” Elyse sighed. “How the hell could he accept a lifetime ban?”We were watching CNN on Thursday evening, cuddled on the couch. Jessica and Kara were taking a walk with Albert and Birgit.“I think the rules are bullshit, personally,” I said. “They aren’t saying for sure what he. As Jeff got to the main door he noticed a black cab taxi waiting for me,he opened the door and got it saying, "31 Bluebell Street please".Fromage Flaire was an upmarket bar, Jeff went in and found himselfordering a girly pink cocktail, perching on a bar stool, fifteen minuteslater Hubert arrived and headed for the bar, where he sat and ordered adrink, waiting a short while he undone the top button of his blouse toshow the red lacy bra and more cleavage and introduced him to Hubert, itdidn't.