On the private jet taking us to Jordan, it seemed each of the 10 women on board was jockeying for the attention of the pilot, including myself. He was exceptionally handsome and in great physical shape. The 10 men aboard seemed a little amused and perplexed at the same time. When we arrived at our destination, we ladies were surprised to find that we were going to have to were traditional head covers at the very least. So much for worrying about the fashionable and alluring things we packed. What a waste. An unattractive robe would have done nicely. On to the hotel to find that the rooms were one great big large room each, one for the men, one for the women. Concrete floors, beds park bench style around the perimeters of the sunken room with no ceiling but railings around it, an adjoining bathroom with only a toilet. These were our first class accommodations. This just wasnt gonna do. ( I had already arranged to rendezvous with the pilot. We were going to try out some exotic textured soap.) Since I was the most assertive, I was chosen to negotiate with the bearded owner, who carried a sub-machine gun. I took the pilot with me. We were just looking at rooms that were two to a room, exact same layout, when I woke up. Yes, I have the strangest dreams when I finally do sleep. They are in intense and in vivid color. Thought I should write it down and share the joy.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 10:30:21 +0000
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