. sternly. She took the wheel from Hazel, who sat next to me and asked,"John ... would you mind fetching my sandwich and coffee?"They were wedged in t...he corner of the cockpit. It wouldn't have been good enough if there'd been much motion, but that day it was fine. I picked them up and handed them to her; she patted the seat next to her and wouldn't take the cup and plate from my hands until I sat again. She leaned against me and turning just said, "arm."I lifted my arm and she rested back. A guy about my age with a cocky grin had taken the next stool and was leaning in, stroking her bare upper arm, and generally doing his charming best to pick her up. I chuckled to myself that he was in for a surprise... when world tilted and, at least for me, the room went quiet. I wasn't seeing a casual pickup. No, I'd seen this picture before: a negotiation.I watched the dance play out in front of me, as my brain re-sorted and sifted all the cues into a new version of reality. Ho... lee.... Lia screamed as she felt her arm pop out of the socket from the rough flip and painful landing. She started stand up, but the sudden sharp pain her her leg made her think better of it. She glanced down to see a shard of glass poking from her leg. There were several lacerations where the glass was dislodged by her rough impact. She could hear the man walking slowly. She scrambled backwards back towards the kitchen. She came from round behind the couch and that's when she saw him. He had. So I got onto the Internet and booked a room. It was all set, i couldn't wait. I was finally going to have sex with this gorgeous girl. Little did I know what the night had in store for me.She had told me to meet her at her local pub at 6:30. I was there a little before and decided to buy the drinks ready for when she arrived. It was a cosy little pub, a nice fire roaring in the corner, but not many people there. There were 2 guys stood at the bar, and another table further on with a few.