. the plane will get here when it gets here!" he laughed.She sat down and tried to relax, at least on the outside. Inside she was still just as wound ...p as ever!At last, mercifully her anticipation was rewarded when she heard the announcement "Flight 119 to Los Angeles now arriving at Gate Fourteen." Peter picked up his laptop and his overnight bag and Charlotte picked up her purse and her overnight bag. Peter had been on enough flights and knew enough to pack a few crucial things and clothes. At least he was lucky enough to have a job. Blinking softly, his orange hues scanned the roof above his head, before feeling a small disturbance in his blanket. Glancing over to the sleepy figure beside him, he couldn't help but smile to see a dreary, sleepy face look up at him. The small, brunette female rubbed her eyes in an attempt to awaken while questioning her bed partner in a groggy tone. "Ugh, what time is it?" He looked over at the clock, noting the time before splitting his dry,. It was wonderful especially with the danger of being exposed on the plane. Also Brandy had always been very passive toward sex and had never before taken the lead. We arrived at our hotel after that long enjoyable plane ride. I told her that I would be taking a shower and why didn't she order room service so we could have a drink. When I finished the shower Brandy said that things were going to change in our relationship and that from now on she would be in charge. She asked if I remember the. Was I going crazy? Was I losing my grip on reality? Why couldn’t I feel more? As I sat there, my mind spinning without finding an anchor to stop it, my door opened and my best friend Carl stuck his head inside and asked, ‘Want to grab a beer before you head home buddy? You look like you could use one.’ He waited, watching me closely. Carl was my best friend and we had been close since the day I started and he had been assigned to start me out. He was about me age and we had so many things in.