As Jack settled in the super wide bodied seat in the First Class section, the Stewardess, came over with a glass of Champagne, and with an ever-seductive voice she said:
This will set you in the mood for our high-flying style, Mr. Germond, my name is Jill Webster, and I am here to serve you.
As Jill, turned around, Jack could not but intently watch the voluptuous body of this monument of a woman, with silky shoulder length red-hair, and her athletic, and indeed well shaped body that would easily would bring any dead-man from his grave, and stand at the ready.
Jack could not believe the sudden change of events, he was enjoying the Champagne a Salon 1996 vintage, that was more of a true buttery Chardonnay, than a Champagne, he closed his eyes, as the big jet took off and was gaining altitude.
All of a sudden, a man in a business suit and a machine gun in his hand, holding Jill pointing the weapon to her head, said with a thick South American accent:
"Theees eees a hijack man!, don't try anyting fuuuny or I keeel the gringa"
Jack began to think a mile a minute, and then..... |
