The rest of the time, you call me Sweetheart. And when you call me Baby, it's for a different reason. I can't remember anyone ever calling me anything...but Gail, except for your Aunt Jean. She calls me Honey, just like she does you. I wonder why it is so easy for your whole family to treat me with so much love and my family just didn't seem to care, or thought I was in the way of their career or interfering with them looking for their next fucking partner. That's all it was, just another partner. Inspired after seeing a video on YouTube by a South African guy called Winston, who’d explored China via motorcycle, Taylor decided to do a bit of the same and bought a secondhand motorcycle from a Chinese coworker, a short guy with a weirdly sloped forehead, and Taylor excitedly strapped on a Nazi SS style helmet he’d gotten along with the bike and revved up the engine and set out to explore the local village near the school, riding off feeling like he was Indiana Jones.七To Taylor’s surprise,. It was a long flight from JFK to San Diego, and he couldn’t help but wonder who, if anyone, would be sitting next to him. Meanwhile, Jenny Dawson was stepping through the door at the front of the plane, and felt her stomach flutter nervously. By God, she hated flying, but it was a price worth paying to be able to attend her older sister’s wedding yesterday. She had waited as long as possible to board, and now she checked her seat assignment for the 10th time — 31A, a window seat near the back. We gave our bags to a lady passenger who was sitting who kept them near her leg. As per the college norms she was her usual formal attire, white shirt with black strips and black pant. She had a great looking body and the formal dress was adding sexiness to that. Since I was taller than her, whenever I bend down to see her, her cleavage was open for my eyes to feast. I tried to avoid it and we both were involved in general conversation. During the course of journey more people came on-board and.