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    Seat 18A

    I hate planes. Really, really hate planes. I don’t even get free peanuts anymore to counteract my distaste. At least I got the window seat. 18A. Our tickets were for the window and the middle seat, but it was a pretty empty flight, being so late and all, that no one booked the aisle so Mom sat there instead. I didn’t really know great-Aunt Helen, so it wasn’t all that terrible getting a few days off school to go with my Mom to the funeral, but I was already bored of all the family and jello that accompany these things, so it’d be nice to get home already. Even if it was on this super-late flight.

    The other passengers straggled in. No one looked too motivated. Mostly business guys with used ties popping out of their laptop bags like withered ferrets. Everyone seemed to be orbiting their own planets, keeping to themselves and looking forward to reaching their destination and the end of their day. The hum of the underbelly of the plane muted the shuffling of the other passengers, but suddenly I hear a set of giggles from the front door. The two girls start making their way back toward where I’m sitting, the brunette carrying a bag in both hands and a backpack on her back. As she passed each row, she would slam at least one bag into the seat she passed, causing a line of angry glares to erupt in her wake. The blond girl followed behind her, issuing apologetic shrugs and whispers of placation to the wronged passengers. She only carried a purse on her tanned arm, and looked damn good in shorts and a tank top. They kept on coming back, until they stopped right before me.

    "Ashley, give me the blue one, there’s room on this side" The blonde girl said, grabbing the Adidas bag from the other girl.

    "Geez, Spencer, what’s in there?" The brunette, Ashley apparently, busied herself with shoving the other bag in the compartment on the other side. It gave me an excellent view of her firm breasts jumping around while she manuevered. I stole a glance at my Mom to see if she was watching me. She was blissfully engrossed in her book. I continued to enjoy the show.

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    1. Hello, Spashley. This is your pilot speaking. you are now entering the mile high club. sit back, relax, and enjoy (spencer) ride(ing your fingers on) the flight. haha. i loved it! muy buen.

    2. oh my god that was incredible! totally different and I loved it! and yea I’d give up opposable thumbs to be that blanket too! oh and anyone else curious to hear the story behind ‘last night was awesome’? I know I would! *hint hint* great freaking job!!!

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