We are declaring an emergency and want immediate clearance to land. We request fire apparatus at the runway.”I jerked my head to look outside the pl...ne. I hadn’t realized we were leaking fuel. We weren’t just leaking, we were spewing forth a steady stream of aviation gasoline through what looked like a half-inch hole in the wing. If we caught fire, we would be doomed.The radio reply was instantaneous, “Roger, 97 Lima. Radar contact. We copy your transmission and your emergency. Fire trucks are. I'm a goddess who guides humans who die young to the afterlife. You have two choices." She placed her hands on her hips and seriously, that skirt was excessively tiny, its ruffled nature providing like one percent more coverage over those lovely thighs. She held up one finger, "You can start from square one with a new life, or you can go to heaven and carry on like an old man."She bent over and played like telling a compelling secret, "To tell you the truth, Heaven isn't the dreamy place you. Then, when she’d closed the door behind her and set down her purse, I finally arrived at a decision.The cock it was.She looked stunning that day. Better than I’d ever seen her before. She was wearing a tight-fitting white blouse with a plunging neckline, a miniskirt, and tall black boots. Her hair was back as usual, and her full red lips were covered in a shiny gloss that suggested the look of a teenager more than that of the young woman I saw before me.“Hi!” she said with a smileThen, noticing. My heart is racing and my legs are shaking, but my courage peaks at that moment. I have decided to kiss you. Miraculously, my courage holds. My hand lifts your face to mine as I gently press my lips to yours. The moments I wait to see if you’ll kiss me back seem to drag on forever. Right before my courage fails, you begin to kiss me back. Our first kiss is all I could hope for. It’s not fast, or hard. It is slow, lazy, and full of you. I can feel you in your kiss. We take our time as we softly.