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"Bangkok"

It was a dark and stormy night........

Okay… dumb start… but It’s my can of spam... errrrr story

I was sitting in my office when the secretary handed me orders to attend a meeting in Bangkok . Enclosed were airline tickets (first class) and the name and location of a hotel in Bangkok. Noting the time of the flight, I had just enough time to run home, nail the wife and hit the mistress’s house on the way to the airport. Life was good.

As I seated myself into the deep dark leather chair in the first class section, I could help but notice that the flight attendant was flirting with me. First it was the fluffing of my pillow, then the leaning across me to adjust the shade on the window (nice perfume) and then a few innocent questions about “was I traveling alone?”

Somewhere over the Pacific ocean, sleep overtook most of the passengers. It looked like I would finally get to read my book… when along came the flight attendant. “Excuse me sir… would it be possible for you to take a scrambled call on the phone in the cockpit?” Wondering if she was throwing a hidden suggestion at me with the ‘cockpit’ phrase, I made my way to the cabin door. She showed me the way. She looked good from the front. She looked good from behind. I found the cockpit.

As the plane touched down in Bangkok, I couldn’t help but notice that we were about 12 miles from the sun. Hot. So hot I felt the need to get to the hotel as quickly as possible so I could cool down. As I walked into the airport, I was greeted by some of our boys attached to the Bangkok office. I was surprised that they also greeted the flight attendant with the same professionalism. So… she was one of us and probably sent as the second part of a puzzle yet to be put together.

At the hotel, I found myself in a wonderful room that appeared to adjoin to the room next door (if the interior door was opened). I unlocked the door, but did not open it. I made my way to the shower and turned on the water. As I enjoyed the water splashing over my body, I could hear the interior door open. It was the flight attendant. I had already been to the cokpit… what could be her reason for this late night visit? Was she about to fluff my pillow? A mystery sure. She moved into the bathroom, and through the flimsy shower curtain, I could see that she dropped all her cloths.

Okay... one more now.

The shower curtain was pulled aside and she stepped in.

(EDIT: Sorry everyone. I had to edit this part out. MadDoctor was pretty colorful in what happened next. You’ll just have to use your imagination).

As you can well imagine… I was pretty tired when I woke the next morning. How she was able to avoid injury on the trampoline I have no idea. It’s been a long time since I let someone handcuff me but last night (as you all read above) was worth it. As it was the day before, today was going to be hot. It was 7:00am and the inside of my crotch was wet as a beavers bed in Boston before breakfast . The sooner I got the job done, the sooner I’d be back in the USA trying to explain to the guys at the club that it’s normal to see that much shrinkage. It’s cold out.

My mission was that of a courier. Take documents from one place to another. Simple and very common. What we call at the club as a “walk down 82nd”. Little did I know that Ghost was close behind. My every move watched by him. Oh wait… What in the heck is Ghost doing in here? Just a second……

I can’t go on. Ghost has been in here all over the place. He’s got me dating a kangaroo and stuffing jelly beans up my nose. And what in the heck did Ghost write here…. Oh ya…. Ghost says that I drive a Ford and wear pink underwear (pretty much on target with that pink underwear comment). You’re going to have to hang on for a while. This story is a mess and time is required.

Everyone say “thanks Ghost”. Where in the heck is the white-out?

Hell_Yes would know what to do right now. Where is that guy?