The other workers were a married couple, and when the time came for them to take a holiday Amelia knew it would be now or never. For the next week, Am...lia and Gerry would be working alone. The following day she arrived at work in a tight t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination when it came to her magnificent breasts and a pair of shorts so small she might as well of not worn anything. She knew that she would draw his eye because like her breasts her rear end was pure perfection.As she was. It was just too bad that she was going to die in a fiery plane crash instead.The man's eyes jerked up to hers, and he smiled bashfully at having been caught, but didn't look away. And damnit, why was an Alanis Morisette lyric stuck in her head? 'And as the plane crashed down, he thought, well isn't this nice?' Yeah, real fucking ironic, indeed.Her gaze remained fixed on the stranger across the aisle, their heads jerking around from time to time as the plane careened through the air. He wasn't. Plus, he lived in a city four hours drive from me. What was the most that could come from it? After exchanging a few messages and just catching up I gave him my number. We started texting and over the next few days our conversations got more and more flirtatious. One night after a happy hour with my coworkers I was feeling tipsy and brave. I brazenly texted him: I’m a little tipsy right now and I wish I could kiss you… Instantly I felt mortified and regretted sending him the text. What if that. The pain pills I took at the hospital had done their job. When I looked in the ensuite, I saw a new prescription for them. Charlotte must have gone to the pharmacy while I slept. My vision was also better, but still, the dizziness persisted if I moved too quickly or abruptly. I wandered out of the bedroom to look for my lady and found her curled up on my old sofa, sleeping.I couldn't resist. I leaned over and kissed her. Her eyes flickered then opened, smiling as she saw me."Are you feeling.