" Probably won't," Mike said. "But ride up front for a while until you get sleepy if you like, then go back and join Tanisha." Thanks, Mike," Jon said... climbing up the steps behind Tanisha. Bent over because of the low ceiling in the Learjet, she headed back to a seat over the wing, while Jon got into the co-pilot's seat.Mike closed the cabin door, pulled the latches tight and checked them, then slid into the pilot's seat. This wasn't the first time Jon had ridden in the front of the Learjet,. She stayed locked in the cell of course but free apart from that. Ittook a few days for the bruises around her wrists and ankles to heal up butthey would have been a bit of a give away for what we had planned. Wewere set up to organise her demise. A little late nightswimming. In a canal. Withoutthe option of getting out. Then Gerry made things complicated. He tookher some clothes from her suit case and told her to change. She said she didn?twant her jeans, why didn?t he fetch her a dress?. The doorbell rang and I was there at once answering it only to find a bolt into my nerves and she was there like goddess dressed in red with red lipstick and leaving her hair over the shoulders and she gave me the stuff for writing the CD and we went to my room and sat before my pc. She was really gorgeous showing a bit of her cleavage and nice bodily curves through her a bit transparent salwar and I did some stuff in the computer and left the room to bring some eatables by the time I entered. Otherwise we could celebrate the first on the twenty-ninth. Ha! Ha!Well anyway about three weeks before Election Day this year I heard a soft knock on my front door. When I opened it up a very beautiful woman was standing there with a very nice smile.She said, “Hello! My name is Trish Dish well actually Patricia Dish. I am running for Mayor and I would appreciate it if you would vote for me.”She was a dish too. I look her over and said, “I’m not sure that I’m even going to vote this year it’s.