“Yes. Thanks. You’ll find a bottle of champagne and some chilled glasses in the fridge. Can you do the honours?”“Pleasure,” I replied, he...ding to the fridge.I popped the cork on the champagne bottle and poured two glasses. I handed one to Clare.“A toast,” I said.“To summer holidays,” said Clare.“And chance encounters,” I added with a smile.We clinked glasses.“Now, anything else?” I asked.“Yes please. Grab that tray of steak and follow me out to the BBQ,” said Clare, as she picked up the. The bartender, who I casually knew as “Tom” asked what I wanted to drink. He smiled a wry smile, as I asked for a gin and tonic, with an extra olive. “Going big time tonight with the extra olive, are we?” Tom asked. “Yeah,” I replied, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and actually score.” Tom winked and replied, “Well judging from what you’ve got on, it looks like you’re more than ready.” Tom always knew how to say the right thing at the wrong time. The guy to my right chuckled. “You have to love a. “I wish I can have a go right here!” I whispered. “After all, it gave me the woman whom I fuck every day.”“Aren’t you content with my daughter?” She laughed.“Well, I feel the other way around,” I quipped. “It looks as though my horny mother-in-law is not content with her old man at her disposal.”“You are right,” She winked at me. “I have once heard Purnima telling her close friend over phone that you are very hot.”Saying this, she stood up and without waiting for any nonsense, she undid her. Den ganzen Flug über hat sie mich zweideutig angelächelt, mich "zufällig" mit ihren Möpsen oder ihrem geilen Arsch gestreift und gierig auf meine Hose geschaut. Die Kleine sucht wohl einen Kerl, der es ihr im Flugzeug richtig besorgt.Ich lächele sie an. "Wie lange noch bis zur Landung?"Sie blickt auf die Uhr und neigt kokett den Kopf. "Noch eine halbe Stunde bis Honolulu International, hat der Kapitän gerade durchgesagt." gurrt sie. "Wenn Sie noch was brauchen, klingeln Sie einfach." Blondie.