It was gaining on the fleet and pulling upwards. As he watched, it seemed to accelerate once it reached an altitude well above the rest of the flyers....It accelerated and was soon passing them and out of sight.“Blimey, he is riding the jet stream,” he thought. That was a trick he knew would tear his ship apart in less than a minute should he try it. That bag is more reinforced than any he had ever seen.On the large airship the pilot was hanging onto the steering wheel for dear life. The wind. It was a cold night in December as I took the 45 minute drive to their place. I was shaking the entire time. I knew I wanted it but I was worried I was making a mistake. I was early but had instructions to meet at a specific time. I parked and walked around for a few minutes before texting the guy if it was okay to come up. He said it was time for some fun so I walked into the building. I got to the door and knocked, his girlfriend answered and opened the door.As soon as the door opened. Our reunion was awesome; that night Nell drained me of every single sperm that my nuts had managed to save up in the eight days since we’d last been intimate. I was as happy as a pig in muck.So why am I boring you by telling you just how fucking wonderful everything was?Well, the short answer is that it wasn’t.At the time, and as far as I could see, there was only one small cloud in the sky.I wasn’t ever going to impose myself on Nell or crowd her, but even though most nights we went back to. Julie Banks. I am so sorry for all this. The train jerked and I couldn't help it," she said, apologizing again, "I hope these weren't real expensive clothes." "No, dont worry about it. It's okay. My name is Jim Brickman. It's nice to meet you, although this isn't my usual method for picking up women," I said, trying to make her feel better. Julie smiled again. "Well, I'm not in the habit of spilling drinks on men just so I have an excuse to talk to them." "I've got to run back to my car and get.