When I was 29 in 1971, I flew from Los Angeles, to the east coast many times. I liked to fly the red eye, all night flights. I could spend more time with my son before I had to leave on business. I usually had no trouble sleeping. On one particular flight, I had a gentleman that looked like he was in his 40s. A good looking man with a wedding ring. Perfect. I found over the years that married men usually didn’t pursue me after we’ve screwed. I had plans for this guy. The man had the window seat, I had the aisle, with no one between us. I was wearing a pretty blouse that hugged my figure. I h… 阅读更多内容