I just got to decide to make it happen and it will happen. How about that?’ ‘Just like that?’ ‘Yep, just like that, but first you got to belie...ve. If you don’t, it won’t happen. Just like those Wright Brothers at Kittyhawk. If they hadn’t believed, it never would have happened.’ ‘Their plane would have flown,’ she said. ‘Maybe, but if they hadn’t believed, they never would have done all that work to get it to fly in the first place. Just like you. You’ve got to believe to make it happen. Then,. “Yeah,” I said softly. “It’s funny because I had actually asked your father the other night if he thinks I should get a boob job, these ones are saggy after breastfeeding you kids.” I smiled sweetly at her before turning my hungry eyes at her perfect breasts. “Nah mom, I think they’re perfect.” It was her turn to get red. “How big are they?” I asked boldly. She laughed. “32 D cups.” I stepped even closer to her. “Can I see them?” She froze for a moment, but her drunken state undermined her. Her mild perfume, mixed with the sweet smell of the sweat. One bead or two of sweat running down her back – which I had noticed a while back letting her in – looking closely at her black bra through the netted black top at the back.An old, disinterested bloke occupied the window seat and looked outside, maybe fell asleep too, as I charted my plans to move forward and try my luck.A jerky take-off followed by turbulence right away had both of us putting our hands on the hand-rest. I felt her. I wasn't sure that since he brought his army into it, there could have been any other ending."So let's get started," Emory Suggested. I nodded my agreement. "Let the record show the subject nodded her agreement." So Miss Porter, I have the police report from that night would you read over it to see if there is anything you wish to change or update." he pushed the paper to me.I read it quickly and it seemed to be correct. "That's what I remember yes," I said."When Freddie grabbed you, you.