I unbuckled, headed toward the back of the plane and saw Banzai 'holding court' with a bevy of beautiful flight attendants.I approached and interrupte...d, "So here you are."Banzai grinned and replied, "Ladies, this is my spotter and best friend Jack. He taught me more about being a Marine than anyone else. I hope you treat him as well as you all treated me."I wasn't exactly sure what Banzai meant until one of the flight attendants came up to me and offered (with a Russian accent), "Let me explain. ‘I have to.’ He shakes his head and says ‘No, you don’t have to. You’re tired. Stay home.’ Conflict measured itself in her tone, but she said ‘I can’t’ finally. His laugh is light against her neck, his hands starting to work at the knot in her robe. ‘Can’t. That’s a bad word, ‘Trine. It doesn’t work for me.’ Her hands are playful and she starts pushing at his, ‘Lee, I have to go, stop.’ Sliding the sash from her robe, he makes a sliding knot and loops it around her wrists once, drawing them. Listen carefully.' He changes his expression to earnest."Dr Alex Turner is your fictional construct. Just one of the multiplepersonalities you have developed over your lifetime of traumaticexperiences. You have dissociative identity disorder. And the onlyreason you know what that means is because you looked it up when wefirst told you. Not because you were a psychiatrist in a past life.Everything you think you know is just your learned experience frombeing in and out of psychiatric institutions. "Doonnttttt..." She slurred out, her arms drunkenly waving across her chest, like she was trying to cover herself. Next, he snapped off her bra, fully exposing her large breasts. They bounced and jiggled as she squirmed in her groggy haze. Seeing her exposed, her soft pink nipples already hard, made his cock twitch in his pants and heart race. He enjoyed the sight of her, nothing but a tiny scrap of fabric covering her mound. Her thick, juicy curves; the rounded hips, full ass and perfectly.