I demand that you open this door. Where's the key?" I'm sorry, Sir," she didn't sound sorry at all, "but it looks like the key is in the door... on th... inside." So, bring another key, call the janitor, call security, do something!" shouted the exasperated man and resumed pounding on the door. "Susan, open it this instant! You don't know what trouble you're in!" He stopped pounding for a moment. Not a sound from the other side. "Susan! If you don't open it now, I promise you won't be able to sit. “It gives you and I more time together.”“Yeah,” he sighs.“You don’t mind me being here, do you?” she asks, settling her head onto her folded arms.“I, um...” he stammers. He looks down to see the graceful lines of her back, the notches of her spine as they head downward. He can see her taut, firm ass, the perfect rounds of her cheeks, and the tight cleft between them. He can see the way her body pinches I at her waist, the way it flares out over her hips before tapering back into her long legs.. ” I didn’t know where all this was heading but I didn’t like it.After a few days of talking on Facebook, finally, she asked to meet in the market again. I refused straight away but she said that she needed my help with something. And me being a fool, in the name of helping her, reached the market at the given time and at the given spot. When she came I was awestruck because she was wearing a red top in and blue jeans which were looking really good. Her curves were clearly visible, and every guy. " Would that have worked?" Meghan asked."It's debatable," Jo replied. "It's daylight and I'm well fed. It's also windy out here and he's more than fifty years old. Not exactly ideal conditions."Meghan nodded, filing that information away and then going back to staring at the aircraft. After a moment, Ken decided to stare at it too. It was a standard, reasonably late-model of the most common single-engine aircraft ever built, the staple of flight schools and private aviation worldwide. It was.