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Central International Airport This choice: The woman sitting next to him had been a man because her wig was on the floor. • Go Back... "Oops, sorry Miss..er ..I mean Mr." Finally he settled back into his seat.
"It's not what you're thinking," she whispered to Festus as she reached down and grabbed the wig.
"I don't know what you mean, and I'm not sure I want to know."
Festus turned three shades of red before turning is attention to the window, wishing he could be sitting on the clouds instead of next to this...this person pretending to be a woman. I bet she's... What am I saying? I bet he's from San Francisco.( Everyone knew about how California was one of those "you do your thing and I'll do mine" kind of states. He shrugged. At least I didn't flirt with ...gulp...him.
Whatever the commotion was at the front of the plane was taken care of, and things got quiet enough, but then the "he" next to Festus, parted his legs slightly to reveal a gun strapped to a slim hairless leg, but thats not what else he noticed..
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