.. so I have no future career as a stand-up comedian. But you see my point.Lots of laughter and great company. I hoped we’d be repeating these dinne... parties. They’re what friends are for, sharing a meal and the feeling of belonging.Mel exchanged affectionate kisses – real kisses, not the ubiquitous fake Los Angeles ‘air’ kisses – with Helga as we left; they’d already exchanged numbers and promised to have lunch together soon.That was good in the way that Mel now had another friend, but a. To his enjoyment there were a few open seats so he could sit down. A few minutes into the flight the guy in front of Freddy set his seat all the way back giving Freddy no room to move his legs. Freddy tried the move his legs a couple time to get in a better position. Then what must have been the guy’s girlfriend turned around and yelled a Freddy for moving her boyfriend's chair. Freddy tried to say his peace but the girl was not having it, so Freddy said fuck it and stopped time. Freddy went up. "I want to win the prize for best costumes, so no it isn't. Now rub itin."I rubbed it in and waited for around 20 min and then she handed me awashcloth and told me to rub down my legs. I was glad to get the stuffoff because it smelled bad and when I did my leg hair came off with it. Claire inspected my legs and handed me a set of panties with pads in thehip area. I put them on and she handed me a bra. It was white with alittle lace trim, nothing fancy. I held my arms out and Claire. We haven’t spoken a word to each other yet, but it’s almost as if we don’t have to. I take your face in my hands, and kiss the corners of your mouth. And then I turn your head and kiss your left temple, your scar now visible to me. I hold my lips to it, as if I could heal it. It doesn’t scare me. You pull me to you, and we hug, holding each other so tightly, I can hear your heartbeat. I don’t know how long we stood there. I look up at you, smiling, and breathe ‘Hi.’ You look down at me and.