We landed on their short runway. You noticed the intersecting one as we came past it. It's 6,500 feet long. You flew from there in the University's pl...ne this spring. I've brought the plane we were flying down in less than 500 feet. The airstrip I have in Mishawaka is only 1,000 feet. I'm not talking about a commercial airport, but a grass strip. We'd have plenty of room for a 1400-foot runway and that would accommodate almost any STOL aircraft," he said."I like the idea. I'll bet as many of. She ground her backside impatientlyagainst my perspiring features. Rather than risk something even worse, Idid what she wanted. What I had written. Oh, and I haven't said what Iwas wearing. It would be an infraction of the diary rules to leave thatout. I was still in a frothy pink baby doll nightie from bedtime theevening before. It had color coordinated panties, bikini-cut ones withbarely anything in the back. My hair was long enough that she had mewearing it in short braids on either. Ours was an arranged marriage.This particular incident started when once I visited Reena’s parents place and spent 3 nights there due to a family function. One night I had some work, so I secluded myself in the room where Reena used to live before marriage. It was locked since her marriage and opened only when some one of us i.e Reena or me used to visit my in-law’s place.I was working in the room, and needed couple of blank rough papers. Instead of calling Reena I searched her old desk. There. ” “Uh-huh.” I said, and casually leaned over the table, ***********ed my name from Leveria’s pile with a single finger, and slid it in front of me. She gawked at me, a look of utter betrayal on her face. “You fucking bitch.” “I thought you’d be proud of me setting out on my own.” I pouted my lips. “I fucking made you!” “And you created a monster.” I giggled, poking Leveria’s nose. Her pale face turned so red that I thought she might pop. She was absolutely adorable for a murderous psychopath..