I sat down next to an icy blond whose name I don’t recall, if I ever knew it, at a bar in Atlanta many years ago. I listened as a couple on business... types tried to pick her up and laughed when she shot them down in flames. I’m pretty sure she didn’t believe me when I told her I was a pilot, she torched me in short order. What follows is my fantasy of what might have been her story and what might have happened. It’s about overcoming—coming back from—something that happens in your life that. He saw her staring at him, "Would you like something to eat? I have no idea what your people eat, but I'm sure I have something that you'll like." Where do you store the nutrition capsules?"He turned slowly, afraid of the answer to the question that he was going to ask, "What is a nutrition capsule?" To keep the body functioning."When she saw that he had no idea of what she was talking about she continued, "I don't know what your time calls them, the capsules to replenish the vitamins and. Then she held her hand up for me to see the shine of the wetness. She smiled at me and grasped my cock with the hand that was still below. She held me and withdrew the cock from my ass. She leaned to her side and dipped her hand into an open plastic jar of lube that sat on a nearby table. She held it up for me to see. Then she pushed the cock back into my depths. She held the hand up and I watched as some of the lube dripped off and hit my ass cheek. After she’d fucked me for a minute. " Emily sighed with disappointment, but understood. Her mom, being a nurse, was always sporadic with her schedule. Emily kicked the ball into the net and decided that enough was enough for the evening. Retrieving the ball she went back to the locker room. Grabbing her bag she decided that she would change and shower after she got home. Walking to her car in her cut up shirt and shorts, she was texting her mom when she bumped into someone. "Watch where you're going asshole." She said, not even.