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A HAND IN THE NIGHT
The flight was,
I guess, about
halfway between
New York and Athens.
I was snuggly in
a corner seat on
the last row of the
plane. The lights were
off. In the center seat
next to me was a person
I hadn't paid any attention to.
At first, I thought I was
dreaming as I felt a
hand on my crotch,
touching the arisen
and awaken mister always
UP for pleasure.
Before, I could respond,
the voice asked,
"May I."
.........????
I guess, about
halfway between
New York and Athens.
I was snuggly in
a corner seat on
the last row of the
plane. The lights were
off. In the center seat
next to me was a person
I hadn't paid any attention to.
At first, I thought I was
dreaming as I felt a
hand on my crotch,
touching the arisen
and awaken mister always
UP for pleasure.
Before, I could respond,
the voice asked,
"May I."
.........????
Published 10th Aug 2021
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