Private Jet
slacks and pulled up the zipper. She finished the outfit with a pair of navy blue pumps. Maria closed the door behind her and walked to her car. She started the engine, moved the gearshift to drive, and pulled into the street. It was a warm, clear night and traffic was light. She made it to the airport in less than fifteen minutes. Maria turned her rented car in, got into the limo waiting to her to the executive airport area. I was waiting for her on my private jet. She arrived bordering...