‘Hurry!’ he heard her cry out in his mind. ‘Something wrong! It’s getting too hot!’ He glanced at the engine temperature readout. It was thr...e thousand degrees and climbing. Stutter jets weren’t meant to run at that temperature. The entire craft could catch fire. He suddenly realized that the power he was feeling in the engines was constant. That was why the jet was getting so hot. There was no airflow between the bursts of fuel to cool it down. There was just a steady flow of exploded fuel.. I smiled as I admired myself briefly before rushing off to do my hair and make up.It was almost the end of the night and I was sat on the bench outside the club giving my stilletto clad feet a rest. I had had a fairly good night with the exception of been crazily horny with no man there to satisfy me, not that I hadn't had offers, but something in my mind told me not to. Mainly because my man was so good I wasn't sure if I could be satisfied by anyone else.I let my mind wander to the time he. A pair of pink patent leather peep toed pumps with a one inchplatform and five inch spiked heel completed his dressing. As his hairand makeup were already done all that was left was a liberal applicationof floral perfume. When Peyton looked into the mirror all he saw wasthe image of a fairly pretty teenaged girl."Please, I'm begging you. Don't make me go out on this date," hegasped."Lift up your skirt and tell me what you see," she demanded."I...I see my panty girdle," he replied. "The fact is, I've fancied my sister for years. Obviously, that's a bit of a problem, her being my sister, but I figure if she goes out with an alleged stud-muffin and you were to – you know – get to King's Cross with her..." King's Cross?" I asked, thrown by this."London rail terminus. End of the line. All the way. Okay?"I stared at him. "You'd expect me to f— uh, make love to her?"He nodded. "I reckon, if you do, and she knows I know, I might stand a chance of getting her for myself."I.