JOINING THE MILE HIGH CLUB
On the flight home from our recent vacation in Barbados, I joined a club I never thought I would have the nerve to join. A mile above the ocean, I decided to go for it. Mrs. Cranky gave me a knowing coquettish glance and I returned the look.
I bent down, undid my zipper and pulled out my tool. It need turning on, but after just a short while I was all warmed up. The passengers on the plane seemed to not notice or care as my fingers began to move sensuously. Slowly at first, but soon I was pounding away, without a care about what the other passengers thought.
As I got into it, the fact that I was on an airplane with 150 strangers did not bother me at all. I kept at it with increased fervor until finally I was finished. Mrs. Cranky looked at me when I was done and asked, “Was it good?” “Not bad for the first time” I replied.
The task completed, I closed up my laptop, replaced it in its case and zipped it back up again. One mile above the ocean, traveling more than four hundred miles an hour I had completed my first in air blog.
At last, I am a member of the blogging mile high club.