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Mile High Club Essay, Research Paper

MILE HIGH CLUB

Trent Boyd hefted his small attache? case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to

take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face

of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This

would be Trent?s sixth visit to the Crescent City, and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to

be had! His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beauty

dragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, the

result of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent?s utter delight, she stopped

at his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his.

Usually in cases like this, Trent?s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, but

to his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, ?I?m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!? He took her hand, and replied, ?Trent Boyd?s the

name, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!? ?Memphis,? she answered, ?born and raised there, going home to visit the

folks.? ?That?s nice,? he replied, ?I?m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!? Just then the no smoking and

seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes. ?I guess we had

better get ready,? Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. ?Yeah,? replied Trent, ?if we go down we better be belted in, for all the

good it would do!!!? ?Please don?t say that, I?m scared to death of flying,? she said in a nervous voice, ?joking about it just makes it

worse for me!? At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrified of

flying! ?I?m sorry, Sonja,? he said soothingly, ?you?re right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make

you feel better!? Gripping his hand like a steel vice, Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little

taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.

?My god,? he thought, ?her boobs are incredible,? even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. I?m

sorry I?m holding on so tight, but I really am frightened,? she offered! Trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied

back, ?Oh, that?s all right, if it makes you feel better, it?s all right with me!!!? Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja?s

breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to

face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to

protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other

one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh! ?Hold on,? he whispered into her ear, ?here we go, as the plane hurtled down the

runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they

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