JOINING THE MILE HIGH
CLUB (from December 2012)
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.
First time reading your blog and love it. Will be a regular visitor.
ReplyDeleteTo be a member of the other mile high club, I think you have to bring a friend!
ReplyDeleteSnort. What else would one do with their hard drive?
ReplyDeleteWell planned. Well executed. Well deserved membership.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
ReplyDeleteThis is great!! I had a feeling you were leading us down the path in some direction, loved it! :-)
ReplyDeleteYou saucy man, you!
ReplyDeleteBet you are glad we no longer have to worry about floppies.
ReplyDeleteI felt dirty just reading this. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I need to take a shower now.
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