" Well... we'll see what we can arrange maybe," she said."Fuck yeah!" he yelled enthusiastically."But first," she said, "business before titties. Aren...t you supposed to be laying some ammo on me?"He sighed in mock consternation and then turned businesslike himself. "The fuckin' war effort must go on," he said. "What you be needing?"Xenia turned businesslike as well. "Six eighties and a hundred twenties," she said."Fuckin' aye," he said. "You good on four millimeter?" Haven't fired a round of. The heaves always give me a dry mouth."Maggie walked to the other easy chair, and settled down, sitting on her feet, with the robe tucked demurely around her knees."Are you serious? I don't ever want another drink."Mike poured two glasses full, and pushed the tray toward Maggie's side of the table."Don't be stupid, Maggie. It's club soda. Have some cheese and crackers, too. If you go to bed with an empty stomach, you'll feel much worse in the morning, than if you eat a few bites tonight."Maggie. Sadly, I wasn't the only one feeling that urge: There was a long queue already forming in front of the bathroom. "Okay," I think, "there's gotta be more than one on this plane." So I go down the aisles through some other compartments where things didn't look any better.I finally go to the business class section. You'll notice it right away: Different carpet, different seats, broader aisles and somehow quieter. I must've looked a little lost, as a stewardess asked me right away: "Can I help?" I. "Oh, YES!" Terry hissed, "That's so nice!"Paul stood and pulled her up. Terry's legs swung around his waist; her arms went around his neck and they began a bruising kiss until Paul broke it apart, carried her to the large sofa in the master bedroom and laid her down, with her smooth long legs draped over his shoulders."I love you baby," he whispered so that she alone could hear and then buried his face in her crotch.At about the same time, Ronnie's husband, Evan let out a yell and emptied his.