her eyes were captivating full a fire and sensuality almost as dark as onyx depth unknown her lips were moving making sound I didn't hear a word I was too busy being mesmerized by their elegant movement a ballet of perfect form
I tried not to let my gaze linger to let it be obvious she kept turning looking my direction making it near impossible as if only to test me to torture me knowing the invisible barrier between 23C and 24E would keep desire at bay
I watched as she consumed One scotch after another on a 10:15 flight to paradise It was 10:30 am my kind of woman the invisible barrier was like the Berlin wall she was using a toothpick to try to bring it down