Jim put down the paper, completely oblivious to what he was reading. What he needed was a stiff drink, and about 12 hours of sleep. He glanced at the ...oard showing arrivals and departures and noticed it was time to board. " Flight 191 to Paris now boarding at gate 17" came the voice on the loudspeaker. Jim gathered his carry-on bag, and headed towards the metal detector.Sandy's heart skipped a beat as she heard her flight called. " Here we go," she whispered to herself. She picked up her bag,. He hired her to cut his grass because he enjoyed giving young people summer jobs, because he had enough money, and because she was a pretty hot little number.Molly French was nineteen. Graduated from high school, and staying home for the summer. John would often see her, across the street, in her family’s front room, or out mowing their grass. She was always wearing shorts and a tank top, exposing tanned, smooth arms and legs, a modest but firm bust, and a nice juicy backside.Gladys had been. Her eyes seemed to not radiate friendliness, but a new sensation. One I couldn't place for a moment. Then the penny dropped. It was lust. I could feel panic rising from deep inside me. Jane was standing in the queue, by herself while her mum was in a room with a lustful uniformed woman. I was going to apologise, then sweep past her and return to my place in thequeue. Once out of the airport one call the American embassy! Before I could open my mouth the two soldiers crossed the room and. Ok, baby, deal your cards." Beverly could hardly remain in her seat. She squirmed like a bored child in church.The dealer dealt his first card, a nine. Next came a three."You have to hit. Let's see a face card so you go bust, dealer man," giggled Beverly.Out of the shoe, the dealer dragged a two of hearts. Without hesitation, he pulled another card from the shoe and flipped it over."A seven... not a goddamned seven!" shouted Beverly. "Fucking A... he dealt himself a seven. Unbelievable. Simply.