I’ll tell you, I’m always going to wonder if what happened two weeks after the funeral was a menstrual period or a miscarriage that maybe failed t... implant because of everything that was going on. I tell myself it was just a routine period, but mostly it’s because I tell myself the universe could not possibly be so cruel to let my beloved husband be killed and then allow his child to miscarry. Obviously I could have answered that question with a simple test. But I didn’t order it, because I was. I meandered over, checking my reflection briefly in the mirrored surface of the walls: neat, well groomed auburn hair, tallish athletic frame and strong features. Probably quite good looking – to be honest. I was well presented in a Midnight-Blue shirt and pressed black trousers. A liberal application of Zendiq aftershave prior to leaving my house topped it all off – I’d felt good about myself, very good. She was dressed ‘to kill’ in a revealing little black frock – God! She was lusty! Raven. "We occasionally grant wishes as a favor, and sometimes just to keep the rumors alive. But it's not required." Oh" I said disappointed. I'd really wanted some wishes.Seeing the look of disappointment on my face he said, "I think I will give you 3 wishes. I've been bored, so what the hell?"Three wishes certainly sounded good to me. But one thing still bothered me. "How the hell did you get in my beer?" I asked.He looked down a little sheepishly, then answered. "I was scoping out this beer. John was confused having moved on from his previous frame of thought into work-mode. He glanced back and saw that gorgeous butt moving away from him toward the back of the plane. While watching her she looked back over her shoulder, smiled and continued toward the back. John looked around the somewhat darkened airplane noticing several people asleep including the people next to him. It took him a minute to process what was going on, but realizing the situation he stood and moved to the back.