"Well, at least you?ve brought some papers, which ismore than I can say for most people I see here. Now exactly what haveyou brought me?"?How strange ...his one is. He has lots of documentation here. I wonderwho did all this?? thought the worker as he examined the papers.Noticing a bank receipt, the puzzle grew even deeper. Finally he workerput everything together and said, "You, my friend, are a refugee. I?llget you to the reception center and have you processed. But everythingwill be alright, I. I will take you up on that." He just kept looking at me. He then said "Here, let me slide your undies off so I can check you out better." He grabbed my undies, which were at my knees, and slid them down and off so that I was now completely naked. He then spread my legs wider. I felt totally exposed to him now, and it was a huge turn on to me. He then said "Very, very nice. This is how you need to be dressed when I massage you. Plus, I will consider the hard on as a compliment." I said "Strip me. As we were getting ourselves comfortable after doing the exterior pre-flight inspection, but before I began the cockpit checklist, Tiny said, "You know I've been paying you for the advertising on your plane. Both companies pay you now since you won't let the company pick up the cost of the plane. You know you should sell it to us so it doesn't come from your own pocket."As I began doing the checklist I answered, "If I sold the plane I'd have to get permission to use it for personal business. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few months ago. The flight was only about 1/2 full, and I had 1st row seating. The flight attendant seat is quite close to the 1st row, so conversation was pretty easy when she wasn't busy.Coincidentally, when we deplaned, each of us went our separate ways. I stopped at a terminal restaurant, got my food, and found a small table. Just as I was about to start eating, who walked in? Yes, the Indian princess. She got in the serving line and collected her.