Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind.Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely r...nning high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking:Wasn’t I married to you once?The German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some. Let me tell you about Susie, we were colleagues, soon after joining she was appointed my boss, which initially was a little hard to take (she's 10 years younger), but we got on well together. She is from China, 25 years old a petite frame but with gorgeous big tits and a very pretty face. Despite my craving cock, I found her intoxicating. Every day when she came into the office she would sit down turn on your computer and then squeeze some hand lotion into her gorgeous little hands and for the. The blur of motion ceased as suddenly as the fight had began, both fighters freezing to look at the other – Drerin glancing carefully at the flame bladed dagger Furen had poised just at the chink in his armour under his left shoulder, and Furen eyeing the deijufkre stationed right beside his head, representing the devastating left hook Drerin had aimed at his unprotected neck. ‘Shall we call this a draw then? My blade would have turned your lungs into so much ash, but I fear you fists of steel. The characters are supposed to be a couple of scarecrows, but it is a bit strange and I cannot think what was running through my head when I wrote it. Probably I'd lent the brain cell to someone, or perhaps I sneezed it out. I offer it only as an example of how not to do dialect because it is bloody difficult to read. Oh yes, and I used Lord Lucan as a nom dee ploom because I can see the old family seat from my window. Or I could if the snow would let up. I don't expect a TPA greater than.