I took the red-eye flight from San Francisco to Atlanta after a long week working another vendor event. This flight is normally almost empty, so I was looking forward to finally relaxing and getting some sleep. As it turned out, a girl going home to Atlanta made it much more pleasurable than I had hoped....
I rolled my bag off the gangway into the aircraft. The smell of the jet exhaust was pleasing because it meant I was finally going home. I smiled and greeted the flight attendant, an attractive woman in her mid-40s, and walked down the aisle to my seat. I put my bag in the overhead compartment, grabbed...
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