The three of us laugh and laugh all night playing drinking games and teasing one another. Sarah and I got quite competitive for his affection. He aske... to be excused to go to the bathroom. He was only just out of ear shot when Sarah turned to me and took me by the hands and said, "Sarah, please can I shotgun him. He's my exact type and I've never fucked and Irish guy before". My mind cast itself back to when she said he was my type but I went for a different tact. "Sarah, we were going back to. For example, my imagination resembles a big, fat cock. Ideas flow down the veiny shaft and gather in the mushroom head before words spurt out the slit one-by-one forming a sexy sentence on a page. So, what do I do with my unusual gift, you ask? Well, I decided to use my dirty little mind to bring sexual pleasure to others. Some put erotic writing in the same category as watching porn. I envision pastors raising crosses to me; churches may preach against reading these mature-content stories.. .and she's here to learn about American life."Tom laughed loudly. "This is hardly American life. Or at least, normal American life."But she ignored him and began organizing the players. They had rented a pair of Texas Hold'em table tops, but instead of using them on their legs with tall chairs around it, they'd set them atop overturned milk crates and surrounded them with sofas, recliners, cushioned chairs, and piles of throw pillows.Once every one was settled, Leena explained the rules. She. The Captain had been an old timer, he’d kept track of his flight progress on paper—not fully trusting the computers. The old ADF and VOR were still installed and appeared to be functioning. Examining the blood spattered map the dead pilot had left him he guessed that they were generally South of Pittsburgh approximately 150 miles. Columbus or Cleveland would be up ahead, but farther away. It would be Pittsburgh then. He found the paper bound book of approach charts next to the seat—thank God.