I had never really thought of what happened to all the other flights headed for the States on 9/11.It is so many years since 9/11 but here is a wonder...ul story about that terrible day.Jerry Brown, Delta Flight 15... (true story)From a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15, written following 9-11:On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic.All of a sudden the curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to see. ‘I have had some sudden business come up that I have to attend tonight. I have just had a cell phone call from New York and they have some questions that need to be answered before the morning. I will be home later, O.K.? Said George. ‘Just as soon as you get the bimbo of the end of your prick, I’ll bet.’ Retorted Clarisse ‘What the hell is that supposed to mean? Asked George ‘Who pissed in your porridge?’ ‘Come on George, don’t give me the innocent act. I know that your prick has been working. Moving her blonde hair off her neck, he began rubbing her shoulders lightly and leaned forward and began kissing her neck. He leaned farther forward and whispered in her ear. ‘We’ll sit here for a while until the rain lets up some.’ His hot breath sent chills of pleasure down her back. It felt so good to her to be in his arms again. With that, he nibbled on her ear and she relaxed, the pain in her ankle forgotten. She leaned closer into him, feeling his warmth on her back. The rain trickled. Hopefully'. I'd realised she was staring me, was she checking me out? No way I thought, ' So I was...' I started 'Shhh' she whispered pressing a finger to my lips. I shuddered her touch was electric, I started deep into her eyes, however she only moved in slowly. I went in for those delicious inviting lips, she pushed me back towards her sofa. She pushed me down onto it, I could smell her perfume, it was spicy and intoxicating. I so wanted to have her, take that tight body for my young prick..