Two Men Having Sex With A Small Spanish Girl In A Public Restroom

With the first ray of sunshine, he heard Melina’s voice:

“What are you doing?” she asked in the lilting voice she used when they slept together and woke up before him. It was a struggle between distance and the fuel gauge needle, and he was sorry he hadn’t looked more closely at the fuel gauge during the run, but he remembered that he had actually looked a couple of times, but he had to keep his eyes on the airplane in front to catch the turn, so he couldn’t pay much attention. Only he couldn’t find one, so he finally sank into a restless, dream-filled sleep, in which he and Melina strolled along the banks of the Thames. He would even have preferred a forced landing because it would have brought him a few more kilometers closer to the road, but that was out of his hands.