The Firm
The smell The smell I notice you on the plain as you board. Normally due to my low salary passengers do not make me care. Your long bright hair - your trim figure. I long to talk to you, but do not dare. I check the passenger list. You are Danish and I am Dutch. It would not go. Our yellow servicemen had failed and 7000 people are dead. Your country removed our cover-up story and forever a relationship would be impossible. I hate your like. My betraying body and my lust for you makes me...