Cozzer
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Half way across the Atlantic, the plane's starboard engines suddenly belched smoke and quickly burst into flame. No, there was not going to be a happy ending for this holiday flight...
Esme, sitting in seat 43A, suddenly realised that life had left her behind. Single, stunningly beautiful but still a virgin at 24, had turned her back on normal relationships (and a possible modelling career) in order to concentrate on accountancy and book-keeping. She, and all the other passengers, realised that this was it.
They were all going to die...
Her sense of panic grew at an alarming rate. How long could they keep in the air? How long had everyone got? She suddenly lost all her pent-up emotions, stood up and ripped her clothes off.
"Here, all you men! Who's going to satisfy my womanly needs! Who's going to make me feel like a real woman?!"
Stuart jumped up, ripped his shirt off and gave it to her.
"Here, will you iron this?"
Esme, sitting in seat 43A, suddenly realised that life had left her behind. Single, stunningly beautiful but still a virgin at 24, had turned her back on normal relationships (and a possible modelling career) in order to concentrate on accountancy and book-keeping. She, and all the other passengers, realised that this was it.
They were all going to die...
Her sense of panic grew at an alarming rate. How long could they keep in the air? How long had everyone got? She suddenly lost all her pent-up emotions, stood up and ripped her clothes off.
"Here, all you men! Who's going to satisfy my womanly needs! Who's going to make me feel like a real woman?!"
Stuart jumped up, ripped his shirt off and gave it to her.
"Here, will you iron this?"