Going Native
“Twenty minutes to landing, Mr. Talbot” said the overhead intercom. Ted Talbot glanced at his slumbering trophy girlfriend, the only other passenger on their private flight. Jennifer looked like an angel when she was asleep, and at fifteen years her senior Ted felt an almost paternal affection for his young blonde companion. The announcement had stirred her awake. As her eyes blinked open, she brushed long waves of hair from her face and that angelic face turned mean, fast. “I thought you...