I wanted first class. I wanted a window seat. New luggage. New clothes and the latest flight out. I only saw him once every few months. He had to make it worth my effort to fly for nine hours. He had to work for it. I was worth it. I wore a big bow in my hair. He liked that. I was underage, but they overlooked that in first class and let me drink all I wanted. I only packed three outfits on purpose. So he had to get me more. I was in it for the fun. He was in it, for...whatever he wanted. He didn't know he'd have this much fun. I did though. I lived for it. Once this was over, I'd move on to the next one. I didn't have a very long attention span. Whatever. More liquor please.
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