Right then the stewardess parked her trolley alongside them in the aisle and enquired as to their preference for a drink. Tempted as he was to ask for... a bottle of champagne and two glasses, they settled for a ginger ale each. He was desperately hoping she wouldn't ask how old he was because he would have to have lied. He knew he looked little more than twenty-two or three and that he prayed was her assessment too. "Pretty late for a young girl to be flying alone isn't it?" he said, changing. ’ All I could manage was to smile at him, but that’s all he offered me in closing, as well. I watched him walk confidently out the door. This is fucking crazy. What if he’s a psycho? I don’t know anything about this man and I’m about to text him my address to come pick me up for a date. I’m gonna die. ‘Hi, Dr. Thickman. This is Charlotte.’ I decide to forgo telling him my address just because it makes me feel a tiny bit less risky. ‘If you could actually pick me up at Studio 9 that would be. Why?" She looked at me suspiciously.I stepped up close to her desk, knowing full well that the bulge in my pants was only about a foot away from her sweet face. I looked into her pretty eyes. They were in fact blue. "I just figured I'd join in the fun," I began to rub my cock through my jeans. She smiled beautifully as she watch the show. I tried my luck even further, "Y' know, I was thinking you could help me out with a big problem I'm having." My eyes glanced down, indicating my crotch. Fuck. At that moment Iptomas' life was peaceful and good. Unfortunately he foresaw that this would not last. A war was brewing on the horizon and it threatened all. Calling to Fedora she arrived before him."You have looked into the future and seen the coming war. It is a war you well know, and learned of in the history books." Fedora said, "The one of one city standing against the full might of Greece." The battle of Troy!" Iptomas said in a whisper.Iptomas did not like this at all. The people of.