I looked down at her tiny little body writhing on the floor. her blue eyes glaring angrily up at me."now now selah dear. dont struggle to much or you ...ight hurt yourself!!" I laughed quietly to myself, thinking of all the pain i was going to cause her. I slowly bent down and untied her legs, yanking on them and dragging her accross the room the the big wooden table. she fought valiently but of course, lost. I threw her onto the table so her whole body slammed down on her hands which were still. By God, she hated flying, but it was a price worth paying to be able to attend her older sister’s wedding yesterday. She had waited as long as possible to board, and now she checked her seat assignment for the 10th time — 31A, a window seat near the back of the plane on the right side. With her luck, a fat old lech would be sitting next to her, trying to look down her top the whole flight back home to San Diego. Dammit, I shouldn’t have worn such a low cut top, she thought, but it was so bloody. He seemed quite worried."About what?", I asked, genuinely not knowing what he had to be apologising for."Well, not doing it with you. I'm sorry" Who said anything about doing anything with me?", I whispered, trying to feign disinterest. I definitely felt a bit disappointed, possibly a bit jealous, but it was not as if we were formally going out together or anything.He looked a bit taken aback. "I just thought that with what happened with you and me yesterday, that it would be you who should. She told me to get there by five after five and it is five after three now," I said."Okay, show me your mansion on the hill," she said. I led her through the front door where there was a proper entry way with a closet. From there we entered the 'sitting room' (As mother called it.) "Nice big couch," I pointed out. I did not mention that mother would often lay on that couch but had always told my sister and I that this room was for company."Looks comfy," she commented."Want to sit on it?" I.