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We bring our glasses together We drink We smile The plane rolls to the runaway A powerful thrust froine propels us forward I look out of theThe private jet takes off over Santa Monica We speed into the sky The ground below becoive way to the beaches of Santa Monica And then the ocean I look back at Los Angeles Mr Peak is right There are thousands of people down there, looking at this private jet They all knoe are going soin to understand where Mr Peak is coo up, you never, ever want to come back down

The jet keeps cli This is certainly nothing like flying coach My entire body tingles with the thoughts of what awaits me in Maui Heck, I have never even been out of the ht in front of me

I admire the cabin and then I stare over at Mr Peak who is back on his phone I wonder what he is doing I just look at his forehead wondering how his her function version of every other hu I have ever met in my life

That tall blonde stewardess co if he wants anymore drinks My boss looks at her and s plane She could probably stealsuper perky tits Fuck her!

Mr Peak looks over atyou?” he asks me

“No, Mr Peak”

My boss looks over at the stewardess I think he knows exactly what’s on my mind Dammit

This guy must be psychic

“Does Allison bother you?” estures to the super-model stewardess

For the first time, I don’t have an answer for ate him like my last boyfriend He leans in and says, “Does she make you jealous?”

I nod “yes”

Mr Peak in to get really nervous

“Allison, I want you to take the next hour off Sit down, get comfortable and watch the show,” my boss says as he unfastens the belt on his chair