She was beautiful with a classic flair; her pencil skirt perfectly presented an hourglass waist, defined hips, and a round butt.The image of her shape...ly form flitted around the edge of my thoughts as I started answering email on my phone and quickly drifted into a hyper-focused state; oblivious to the bustle in the cabin around me until I heard her ask me to turn off my phone. I glanced up, briefly making eye contact, as she continued toward the rear of the plane and fought the urge to glance. MAU: The Fable of the Farmer and his WifeA farmer came in from a long day's work and complained to his wife of his labors, as was his wont. When she shot back that her own household chores were equally burdensome, the farmer mocked her. How could common household chores be as difficult as tending the livestock and the fields? A long argument ensued, during which the farmer made a wager with his wife. The farmer would spend a day doing his wife's chores, and she would spend a day doing his. . The tiled floor felt cold under his bare feet as he followed the sound of running shower water and he noticed the guy from earlier standing under the steaming water. I wonder if he was waiting for me to come and shower, Chris said to himself as he untied the towel and hung it up on the rail and turned the water on. Using the liquid soap, he rubbed it onto his body and stood under the hot water. He worked out a lot and knew women liked his body and he was not shy to show it off in the gym. The. “Hangover.” Sasha would get the whole story out of her, and she wasn’t in the mood for the extraction process. “Craig bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate, and we killed the whole thing.”“Celebrate?”“We did the deed Friday night, but we had the celebration Saturday night.”“How was it?”“It was worth celebrating, but I’m not drinking half a bottle of champagne again.”“The guy good in bed?”“He was always good in bed. That didn’t stop, except last night he was good on the floor.”“He took you.