Pulling out his ration case, he opened a bottle of water and sat down on the low wing, wondering why he had come up here.Alicia, of course, beautiful... blonde, the reason the word bombshell was invented – just to describe her and the effect she had on people's lives. Did he love her? Of course not, he knew what love felt like. Did he hate her? Again, no. She had deceived him, but only regarding her pregnancy. Amend that to 'pregnancies'.He pulled out his palm display unit and inquired into. It did not help, I just got harder. It is crazy what a sexy looking girl and fantasy thoughts can do to you. As we were walking out the plane, I offered to share a cab with her since we were staying at the same hotel. Her dress again rode up in the cab and I definitely could see the tops of her nylons. She made no attempt to fix her dress. She just wet her lips and smiled. I told her she had a great smile and asked if she had dinner plans. She said she would love to but first needed to change. "How much further?" she asked."About an hour, but we'll have to stop for petrol soon." Good. I need to pick up a few things."A large blue road sign promised services in 5 miles and after a few minutes, Sam pulled the car off the motorway into a brightly lit forecourt. Stopping beside a pump, he stepped out of the car, pulling on his jacket against the cold wind and began to fill the car with petrol. To his surprise, the passenger door was also opened and Sara stepped out. Hurriedly smoothing. Thank you Tim413413 for the hours of editing. ***** I quit my job. That was the first and the most pleasant thing I did. There is always a silver lining in every dark cloud that tries to fog you in. My bosses and co-workers were shocked. I gave no reason (Pity doesn’t appeal to me.) when I departed. I left them with the image I was chasing my dreams. There were meetings where they offered to raise my pay. They demanded to know who had bought me away. I just smiled and signed a non-compete.