Yes, as they say this is a true story.
I'm on a two hour flight Window seat Middle seat vacant. A no mans land between a woman, unknown to me at the isle, Her head absorbed in a paperback Later she arises, goes to the toilet. The book lies, its pages spread open, On the vacant, warm seat. Tempted by curiosity My fingers nimbly Flip it over to read the title, Fifty Shades of Grey. She returns, unaware I'd discovered her,guilty pleasure. Takes up where she'd left off, Devouring Fifty Shades of Grey. And not a word did we exchange Neither on,take off Nor during short spasms of, Turbulent vibrations. Nor on the bumpy landing. However, all the while I was tempted to ask, ' On a scale of one to ten, how aroused have you been For the duration of this pleasant flight?'
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