But he’s always so negative towards himself. Never really does like talking about him self. He always tries to find ways to help others before helpi...g himself. I lay my head down on my pillow and pull the sheets over my body as I snuggle up to my cute little stuffed kitty. I clear my head of my day and try to focus on last nights dream. Trying to figure out who it was I was dreaming about. Trying to figure out why I had the dream and why it made me feel so good like that when iv always. There two old people next to this gal in my seat. They all were busy chatting with each other. Opposite to me, there was another old man. So basically it was all old people except for Rashmi, the gal next to me and myself.Initially I had to receive so many calls. As I was speaking I was looking at the window where Rashmi was sitting as the windows in the side seats were closed. As I spoke on phone I had an eye contact with Rashmi. As time went I stopped getting calls but I was still seeing. While that seems close, it did afford us a bit of privacy. We continued to have a nice dinner and managed to go thru two bottles of wine. Of course me being clumsy that night, I kept dropping my napkin, phone, and any object I could think of that required me to reach under the table. Part of the dare was that she needed to open her legs and give me a view when I did that. Needless to say I did this as many times as I could!!! After 30 minutes of this, I could see the a bit of cum dripping our. "Because I can." There was a hint of warning in Jacob's voice.I saw the two of them about to get head to head. "Please, let me decide." I begged. I figured that would prevent any further fights.Jacob parked the craft. "Would you like a ride home?" Certainly."Perfect. Gives us some talking time.Chapter 14: JacobPersonal log (voice), J. J. Stone, captain of the Flying Dutchman, October 27th 2006.I really hate those interruptions. I was so ready to take her in my arms when her coach came back. Ah.