"Sharon looked around at Lisa and asked, "Is that how you learned to fly?"Lisa laughed and said, "No, you know I was a pilot in Iraq, and I didn't kno...w Chuck before then. I learned to fly when I was a kid, and was able to get into flying in the military. The Secret Service asked me if I would cross train to be an alternate for the White House after I was shot down. How do you turn something like that down?" Why aren't you there anymore?" Sharon was curious."Easy; it was so boring doing nothing. He was lying on a sofa,and Aisha was seating on a chair next to him. Before he recovered completecontrol of his body, Aisha started to talk. “Please,Jason, don’t be mad at me for drugging you. It isn’t meant forbad things for you. In fact, I had to do this so I could get you two apartand I could make you a proposal you’ll find hard to reject. Pleasehear me out, and then you’ll decide if I’m a bitch or the mostwonderful thing that happened to you, ok?” Jasonwas mad at her because of what she. I mean, we're f-f-falling..."Jennie's eyes shot open."Holy shit, you're right."She couldn't see TCat in this blinding light, or indeed distinguish anything at all, but her senses didn't lie...they were, indeed, falling. Which, given the context, couldn't possibly be good news. And while Jennie's Sunday-school-related knowledge was as hazy as it was secondhand, she was quite sure that Hell had a fairly inclusive admittance policy."Oh shit oh shit oh..."And with that realization, the light turned. Julia breathed out a stream of blue smoke and continued to flick through the pages of the book, feeling a strange sense of sexual arousal and excitement. It all seemed so strange, yet Julia felt more horny than disturbed by it all. It was time. Anna changed the subliminals CD to another track, suggesting obedience rather than envy. By now, the subject had drunk what amounted to a good, solid dose of Key 509, she could see, by her state of undress, that it had taken effect. Now, it was time for.