by sammig82
Eric Roberts was reading
a magazine while sitting in his economy class seat when the voice of a lady
flight attendant rang through the aircraft's PA system. Apparently, there would
be a slight delay due to some technical issues. As he flip through the pages of
the travel magazine, he wondered if the delay was indeed due to aircraft's
technicalities or staff shortage.
"It's so unlike
Carrie to be late like this..." Eric overheard one of the flight
attendants whispered to another while he was using the lavatory earlier.
Looking over to the
empty seat beside, a wry smile flashed across his ordinary face. As the time
struck 8.15pm on his Swiss watch, another announcement was made. This time, it
was the captain apologizing for the half an hour delay but was glad that they
were ready to depart.
"So, this Carrie
girl must have gotten on board," Eric thought.
Hidden behind his
reading material, Eric stole a glance of the stewardess whom he hadn't notice
before as she sauntered past where he was seated. He was already a fan of the
commercial airline's uniform - nicely showcased by the flight attendants but it
looked especially good on this particular stewardess. The tag on her tight navy
blue jacket confirmed that she was indeed 'Carrie' - the flight attendant who
was late.
Underneath Carrie's
body-hugging jacket was a white blouse in which its collar was intentionally
loosen to show the neat knot of her fluffy red neck scarf. The Navy blue skirt
hugged and accentuated her ample derriere as much as how her waist was squeezed
by the jacket to make her bust stand out even more. The black stocking was what
Eric like most about the air hostess's uniform as they exuded sensuality from
her very long and very well-toned legs. The pair of 3-inch pumps added a little
more arch to her back - making her firm ass an eye-candy for all the male passengers.
Carrie's petite figure
was the perfect complement to her good looks as Eric had noticed. She had big
brown eyes on top of a cute button nose and a pair of plump lips. With her
shiny black hair tied up in a neat bun, her Hispanic features made a good
resemblance to the lovely Eva Longoria. Carrie was probably taller though,
rising up to 5ft 8" on her working heels.
Still hiding behind his
magazine, Eric couldn't help smiling. He could sense the increased pressure
from his crotch as he fantasized the things he would do to Carrie. However,
Eric was pretty sure that he wasn't alone going by the looks most of the other
men across the aisle were casting. Some even risked the wrath of their lover
and wives who were seated beside them. But it was definitely worth it because
Carrie was so damn hot.
It was an understatement
to say that he was happy the seat beside was still vacant as the pilot started
backing off and maneuvering the A380 towards the runway. Eric was ecstatic. He
can't wait for his flight to be cruising in mid-air. While the captain was
making the usual comments on the weather and the ETA, Eric took the liberty to
shut his eyes. He was still thinking about the gorgeous air hostess and all the
possibilities once they had landed in Paris.
Eric's geeky and paunchy
appearance by no means would win him a date with a lot of women, in particular
of Carrie's league. Working for a software development company and spending
most of his time with his Xbox when he wasn't working, he was no social animal
either. However, he was unusually confident on this occasion.
"Excuse me, Mr.
Roberts..." a sweet melodious tone woke him from his slumbering. He almost
thought that an angel spoke to him in his dream. "Can you please bring
your seat upright and fasten your seat belt? We're about to take off any moment
now," Carrie politely said.
After somewhat fumbling
and stuttering, he finally managed to do what was told as the lovely air
hostess turned away giggling at Eric's antic. He wondered why he was still
nervous despite his confidence of nailing Carrie by the time they landed in
Paris. With that 'thing' he received from a mysterious lady the other day, he
should be holding all the aces.
"This thing... will
turn anyone into a costume of him or herself," said the 30-something lady
who joined Eric's lonely table out of nowhere as he was having his lunch.
"Once you put the costume on, you'll become that person. You'll have his
or her memory while retaining your own," she added before placing some
sort of wrist band on the table beside his glass of lemonade.
Having been a victim of
some exorbitant pranks during his education years, Eric had not been treated
similarly since his working days. He certainly wished that it wouldn't start
today. Looking around the fast food restaurant for the lady's accomplice or any
sort of hidden camera, he found nothing out of the ordinary. When he returned
his attention back to the booth, the lady was gone. The Fitbit-like wrist band
was still on his table, sitting on a piece of note. Again, he casted his
searching eyes around the restaurant.
No camera crews. No
suspicious looking personnel. No 30-something lady.
Hesitant at first, Eric
picked up the wrist band before giving it a curious inspection. It certainly
looked like any fitness band on the market with its tiny LCD screen and a
comfortable rubber strap. There were a few oddities though. For one, it
appeared to have been hastily put together from parts of different watches and
fitness tracker. The bezel was unusually thick for such a small rectangular
case and it's crown seemed to hollow. In fact, it looked a lot more like a
short funnel than a watch's crown.
As he picked up the
thing, the LCD lit up: "Welcome to the world of endless possibilities.
You've been chosen as a test subject for a modified version of the AER
gun."
Eric couldn't believe
his eyes. AER gun? The AER gun? How could anyone possibly know about this
secret fetish of his? For the past couple of years, he had been satisfying his
secret desire by frequenting a website called fictionmania. It was there he
discovered the Escape series - a chronological collection of costume gun and
transgender identify theft stories.
If someone was to make
fun of him, they had certainly been getting way out of line by hacking into his
personal computer and spying on him. Then he examined the piece of note which
said: 'I know what you're thinking but this is not a prank. Try it on someone.
You've surely got nothing to lose.'
"Excuse me, sir.
Would you like a hot towel?" It was Carrie's sultry voice again.
Without realizing it, he
had daydreamed himself through the flight's take off proceedings and now, the
lovely air hostess was standing by his seat with a tray full of towel rolls.
They must had been cruising at least a mile above sea level by now.
"Errr... Ye... yes
ple... please..." Eric stuttered before receiving... and again, fumbling
as he dropped the towel onto his lap.
"I'm sorry..."
Carrie tried to apologize.
"No, no... It's
no... not yo... your fa... fault," Eric continued to stutter as he picked
up the towel.
"Alright, then...
Let me know if there's anything else you need. Refreshments will be served
shortly," Carrie giggled before turning her attention to the rest of the
passengers.
Eric had thought that
the stewardess was somehow flirting with him through her giggling. But then,
that was what he thought of all the girls he had ever come across. He decided
long time ago that they were probably just laughing at his inability to
interact properly with the opposite sex. Socially inept, Eric would always
crumbled under pressure.
However, it would
certainly be different this time around. He had something up his sleeve and
Carrie would be his choice.
After the refreshments
of fresh orange juice and sandwiches, most of the passengers had dozed off. Only
a few in Eric's section were still up enjoying the in flight entertainment
system. The lights in the cabin had been dimmed after the service as Eric
watched Carrie swaying her hips up and down the aisle before disappearing into
the galley at the back. One of her colleagues seemed to have taken over as Eric
guessed that it must have been Carrie's break. He realized that this could be
his break as well.
Eric unfastened his seat
belt before making his way to the back of the large aircraft to use the lavatory.
Even though he needed to relieve his bladder, there was definitely something
else on his mind. The signage overhead indicated that only one of the three
available lavatories was vacant, so he went for the unoccupied washroom. Before
entering, Eric stuck his head out around the corner to search for his potential
victim. None of the flight attendants were in the back galley.
"So she should be
in one of the lavatories," he thought, his heart rate increasing.
Eric felt the need to
calm down as he pushed the only bi-folding door with a green sign so that he
could enter and take a leak. To his surprise, it wasn't exactly vacant as there
was a flight attendant within. In fact, it was Carrie who was sitting on the
toilet seat with the look of horror on her face.
It was a look of someone
who had somehow forgotten to lock the door while she was in the middle of
peeing. She was about to scream while Eric was about to shit his pants before
the expression on Carrie's beautiful face changed - dramatically. The contrasting
grin on the air hostess's lovely features was all Eric needed to convince
himself that Carrie was the one. Instead of screaming, she pulled Eric by his
collar into the cramped lavatory before pushing the bi-folding door shut. The
green sign of 'Vacant' immediately slid to the red of 'Occupied'.
Carrie, now standing on
eye-level with the surprised passenger, wasted no time planting her lips onto
Eric's gaping mouth. Her svelte right hand moved south in search of his hard-on
as they passionately French-kissing within the tight space. Eric was in cloud
nine as he felt the stewardess caressing his member through his pants.
Returning the favor, he had his own hands groping at Carrie's firm derriere
through the materials of her skirt and underwear.
If it wasn't for the
slight turbulent resulting in the aircraft's sudden jolt, the unlikely couple
would have gone all the way. Once their lips parted, Carrie managed the same
giggles Eric had found so attractive when he had first laid his eyes on her.
Shaking his head in
disbelief, he finally managed to ask the question, "Tim...? Is it really
you in there?"
"Of course it's me,
silly... Why else would a hot piece of ass like Carrie wanna be making out with
someone like you?" Carrie said, but somehow the words didn't come out
right from her mouth.
"Damn, dude... You
scared the shit out of me!" Eric said, before cautiously lowering his tone
to whisper. "I was worried that you might get caught when you sneaked into
the waiting lounge's washroom."
"As you can see
now, my plan worked out quite well..." Carrie said as she admired her
reflection from the lavatory's mirror. "Not so fortunate for Carolina
Hernandez though," the air hostess said before handing the shrunk-down AER
device back to Eric.
"So, she's the
reason you had to sneak into the washroom at the boarding lounge. "
2 hours ago
"I've got an
idea!" Eric's only friend, Tim said. "But I need that thing of
yours," he added.
It's been 2 weeks since
Eric received the mysterious gift from a mysterious lady. After given some
serious thought, he had decided to show Tim the miniature AER device. He had
known Tim from the fictionmania website and they shared the same interests in
transgender identity thefts. When it was proven that the device did work (Eric
tested it on his sister), he and Tim came up with a plan. They had each
submitted a request for a long break from their jobs and decided to go on a
holiday - with the device.
"What are you gonna
do with it?" Eric nervously asked.
"Trust me my
friend... I know exactly what I'm gonna do with it," Tim said with a smirk
splashed across his round sweaty face.
At 35, Timothy Sanders
was a nerdy-looking bespectacled guy with a 4-inch long goatee. He worked for a
mobile app development company and his paunchy figure was a result of his
sedentary lifestyle which was not much different than that of Eric. The two
definitely had a lot in common which included their taste in women.
Not wasting any time,
Tim took the 'wristwatch' from Eric before rushing off into the washroom. He
saw the air hostess dragging along a small trolley luggage into the ladies
room. The swaying of hips created quite an exhibition of her firm backside as
it motivated Tim further to tail her into the washroom. He did stop on his
strides when an elderly lady appeared from the inside. Tim pretended that he
was lost and looking for the right signage.
As soon as the elderly
lady disappeared around the corner from the short hallway, Tim could hear the
sounds of a cubicle door from the ladies room. Taking a deep breath, he poked
his head inside. There was no one else except for an occupied cubicle. He could
feel his heart pumping rapidly as he continued his strides into the forbidden
zone. Before he progresses any further, he saw the yellow little floor signage
which says 'Cleaning in Progress'. Swiftly, he place it at the entrance before
shutting and locking the main door to the washroom.
Then he waited in the
next cubicle while properly strapping the device onto his wrist. The sounds of
water dripping was followed by some rustling and the toilet flushing. Tim could
sense his heart rate rising as the door to the cubicle swung open. Carolina,
better known to her friends and colleagues as Carrie, stepped out before
ambling towards the full-fledged mirror above the row of wash basins on the
counter top. As she was washing her hands, Tim was trying to get the AER device
to work.
When he had finally
figured it out, a sharp scream made him jumped as he was easily discovered
through his reflection from the large washroom mirror. He knew he should have
kept the cubicle's door shut but there was no time to ponder as Carrie was
making a run towards the main door. If she had made it out, he would end up in
prison for being a pervert in the ladies room.
Tim knew that he had to
act fast before things got out of hand. He sprung out of his cubicle and went
after the stewardess. Luckily for him she was still fiddling with the lock of
the main door. This was his only chance as he quickly activated the gadget on
his wrist. Its tiny LCD panel lit up with a welcoming message. Tim had no time
to read them as he aimed its tiny crown at Carrie. With a circular swipe on the
AER's touch panel, a white beam shot out of its hollow crown before reaching
the back of the air hostess just as Carrie managed to unlock the washroom door.
A glimpse of the empty airport hallway was the last thing she saw before
consciousness slipped right out of her.
Tim was downright
shaking as he witnessed steam evaporated from Carrie's eyes, nostrils, ears and
mouth. By the time the door behind her, helped by the attached door-closer,
swung fully back shut, Carolina Hernandez had been turned into a pile of
live-skin on the tiled floor beside her trolley baggage. Still shaking, Tim
quickly rushed forward to lock the door. He could hear the announcement that
his flight was ready for boarding as he quickly gathered Carrie's skin and
clothes along with her baggage before dumping everything into the more spacious
cubicle for the handicapped.
Pressed for time, Tim
swiftly separated Carrie's attire from her skin before stripping himself naked.
Having put on Eric's big sister before, he knew very well how to properly don
the live-skin. His rather big and fleshy right foot was the first to go into
the small but stretchy slit behind Carrie's neck. The rest of his fat hairy leg
disappeared into the live-skin in search of the slot which goes into what used
to be Carrie's right leg. Once all his toes were fitted nicely into Carrie's
dainty toes, the rest of his leg morphed with the skin turning into the long
and toned feminine leg.
Left with no time to
marvel at the transformation process, Tim kept stretching the small slit so
that his left leg could be inserted. It quickly found the aperture which would
afford his hairy and bulky left lower limb a hiding place underneath Carrie's
smooth and long left leg. He kept on pulling and tugging at Carrie's live-skin
up and over his crotch and hips even as the metamorphosis of his legs were
still ongoing. After some difficulty, Tim managed to tuck his 6-inch erection
under Carrie's pussy before sliding both his hands into the 'sleeves' of the
life-like costume. He didn't even notice how his cock disappeared and flattened
underneath Carrie's neatly trimmed black patch.
Tim had seen people
putting on scuba diving suit on TV. He could only imagine the similarities of
donning Carrie's disguise as he let his sausage fingers take their positions
underneath the air stewardess's svelte digits. He could feel the weight on his
chest growing as Carrie's perky breasts took shape while he was pulling her
hollow head over his with her newly revived hands. Her beautiful raven black
hair was understandably disheveled as Tim brought the opening behind his neck
together.
Within minutes, Tim's
mind was flooded with Carrie's memories. Carolina Hernandez was a 25 year-old
who was raised up in Houston before moving to New York when her dream job in
the airline became available. She had recently gotten engaged to a pilot from
the same commercial airline and this was supposed to be her last long-haul
flight before going on leave in preparation for her wedding.
The former Tim swept
some of Carrie's hair away from his new set of hazel eyes, as he lifted his new
eyelids which were now decorated with lovely long lashes. The immediate sense
of imbalance was what he had come to expect as it quickly subsided once he got
a good look of his new appearance at the washroom mirror. His current disguise
was so much better than Eric's 18 year-old sister Megan.
His or rather her
slender digits wasted no time occupying themselves on the succulent nipples on
top of Carrie's bountiful D-cup mammaries. The difference to Megan's B-cups
were apparent as jolts of electric-like sensations swept across her curvaceous
figure. The dampness between her legs got her attention as she moved her right
hand downwards to further explore the newfound womanhood. Halfway there, a loud
and annoying Katy Perry ringtone sounded from Carrie's purse. The memories she
had just obtained told her that the airline's crew manager would be calling by
the time all passengers had boarded a flight.
After some cursing, she
managed to retrieve her phone and answer, "Hello..."
"Carolina
Hernandez, crew ID 564237?"
"Y...yes?" the
false Carrie answered with a hint of hesitation.
"Where the hell are
you?" the woman on the other end asked.
"I wasn't feeling
too good. I'm still in the washroom," Carrie said.
"Oh God... Are you
OK? Do you need any assistance?" the harshness in the woman's voice was
replaced by a concerned tone.
"No, no... I'm fine.
Just give me five minutes to freshen up,"
"Are you sure about
this? I'll allow you to skip this one if you want."
"No, no... Really,
I'm good now... I just need sometime to prepare," Carrie said.
"OK... If you say
so, I'll let the captain know. But don't take too long. We don't want another
negative feedback from the passengers for the holdup," the woman on the
other end said before the call ended.
The Carrie impersonator
immediately replaced her phone before picking up her clothes. Despite feeling
aroused by the sight of Carrie's black laced white panties, she had to quickly
slipped them on. She enjoyed the sensation of the silk material brushing
against her thighs before settling snugly over her nether region. Resisting the
temptation to rub the silky underwear against her crotch, she picked up
Carrie's matching bra before letting her breasts sit in the black laced cups.
With Carrie's knowledge, the former Tim had no problem fastening the bra straps
behind her. The black pantyhose was a little bit of a challenge as she had to
sit on the covered toilet seat before rolling its legging up one leg at a time.
By the time both leggings were covered up to her thighs by the pantyhose,
Carrie stood up to pull the rest up and over her panties to her hips.
Carrie's white button up
blouse was nothing unusual for the former man before putting on her navy blue
skirt. After making sure that the blouse's bottom were neatly tucked in, she
proceeded to zip up and fasten her skirt. The tightness of the knee-length
pencil skirt and the sensation of her pantyhose encased thighs brushing against
each other was exhilarating to say the least. She went on to don her
body-hugging blue blazer. By securing the two large buttons in front of her
navel, her hourglass curves from her slender waist to her flare-out hips became
even more prominent.
Looking at the washroom
mirror, the former Tim still found it hard to believe that the smoking hot
brunette's reflection was actually him. Her hair was a little disheveled though
especially after crumbling to the floor and being stretched and worn like
nothing more than a costume. Using Carrie's knowledge, the impostor expertly
rearranged her hair back to a neat bun. She needed to reapply the foundation
and the eyeliners on her face since those too were disrupted by the
transformation process.
Once the false Carrie
was satisfied with her appearance, she smiled at the mirror and said in the
most melodious tone, "Welcome aboard ladies and gentlemen. My name is
Carolina Hernandez."
If she wasn't chasing a
flight, the former overweight man would have torn Carrie's attire apart and
molest his new form there and then. After shoving his old clothes into Carrie's
luggage, he strutted out of the ladies, dragging the trolley bag behind.
When she was done with
her story, Carrie got distracted by the sound of Eric pissing into the toilet
behind her. She had been so preoccupied with telling her tale while admiring
her beauty through the lavatory's mirror that she didn't realized Eric had lost
interest halfway. Due to the limited space, Carrie could feel the passenger
shaking the last few drops of piss out before zipping up.
"Why'd you do
that?" Carrie turned around and said. Her expression was that of a very
displeased lady.
"Oh... Eh... I was
actually... Eh... kinda need to go... while I was looking for you... But...
but... I was listening to every word... you've said...," Eric said. He
couldn't explain why he was still stammering even though he knew that it was
his best pal underneath that gorgeous Carrie-skin.
Her displeasure was
still apparent as she lifted herself back onto the small washbasin countertop.
"No... Mr. Roberts, that's not what I'm asking," Carrie said as she
spread her pantyhosed legs apart, exposing her crotch to the lucky passenger.
"I was wondering why'd you keep your cock in your pants when my pussy is
all wet and waiting to be fucked?"
The same dumb look
remained on Eric's face as he finally picked up the hint. Fumbling like his
usual self, he quickly unbuckled and re-released his fully erect penis which in
itself was already dripping with precum. His bewildered eyes never left
Carrie's nether region, obviously encouraged by the sight of the large damp
spot on the crotch of her panties through her black pantyhose. The only
obstacles were Carrie's dainty fingers as she started rubbing the underwear
against her sex while waiting for Eric to 'untangle' himself from his pants.
When he finally did,
Carrie utilized her free hand to pull Eric towards her for a passionate make
out. It made the former Tim wonder if this was Carrie's hormone working in full
force as he would never consider kissing another guy if he was still a guy.
Nevertheless, the stimulation she was receiving from her clit was making her
going as far as probing Eric's mouth with her tongue. She then allowed the 21
year old virgin to plant hickeys on her neck while brushing his corona against
her crotch. The resulted stimulus was heavenly to say the least as she felt
Eric groping at her still well-guarded breasts.
With a generous intention,
the lustful air hostess unbuttoned her navy blue jacket - affording better
access to her unexpected lover. Eric literally ripped her blouse apart causing
buttons to bounced of the lavatory's wall. Her bra was the only hindrance as
she lent a hand by popping her right mammary up and over the lingerie before
pushing Eric's eager mouth towards its nipple. Mind-blowing sensations
immediately surged through Carrie's slender form as she reveled in Eric's
sucking and tongue slashing. His hours spent on watching pornography had
finally put to good use.
However, a bit of
guidance was still in order. While keeping her svelte hand stroking at his
cock, she ordered the young man to tear a hole through Carrie's black hosiery.
"Don't ruin her
pantyhose. She didn't bring a spare..." Carrie reminded, oddly referring
herself in third person.
The initial fumbling was
again... expected before Eric finally managed to make a small tear big enough
for his equipment to pass. He couldn't resist rubbing Carrie's silk panties against
her crotch as his fingers immediately detected her warmth and wetness. By now,
Carrie knew that her lover needed no further invitation as she felt him tucked
aside her underwear before pushing his head pass her well-lubricated lips.
This was a first for the
former Tim as much as for Eric. When he pulled on Megan and became Eric's
sister, he didn't manage to tempt his friend into an incestuous act. No matter
how in awe Eric was, he just couldn't bring himself to loose his virginity to
his own sister even though she was the hottest chick in her school. In the end,
the former Tim ended up spending the night molesting his stolen body in
Meghan's room while Eric had to bear the lewd moans getting through to his.
On this occasion, it was
different. Eric was releasing all of the pent up desire on a beautiful stranger
he had just met - even though her body was under the control of Tim. As for
Tim, it was a case of finally able to tell the difference between a real cock
from Meghan's collection of stationaries. With each thrust, Carrie could feel
her vagina gripping onto Eric's 7-inch rod while the friction against her clit
sent multitudes of electric-like sensations throughout her body. She could feel
her void getting filled as Eric pounded her like there was no tomorrow. This
was definitely on a different level than masturbating in Meghan's body while
experimenting with the 18 year-old's clothes and lingerie.
Within minutes, Carrie
experienced her first orgasm while Eric continued hammering his cock into the
stewardess's tight snatch. The tightening of her legs wrapped around the young
man's hips did very little to slow him down as he looked to unleash the
repressed beast inside of him. Carrie could not tell if it was still the same
Eric she knew as he seemed like a man possessed.
It's not like the former
Tim minded at all, seeing that his recently acquired female body was sending
all sorts of wonderful stimulus to his brain. In fact, the phony Carrie could
sense her second orgasm coming. After a few more minutes, she could detect the
jerkiness in Eric's rhythm as she felt her own muscles tensed. If her first
orgasm was like a huge wave crashing down on her, the second was definitely a
tsunami.
At the same time, Carrie
braced herself for the last few thrusts from Eric. It was followed quickly by
his deep groan before Carrie felt her womb getting filled up with warm jizz. It
was another discovery for the former Tim as he basked in the pleasure of his
own female orgasm while getting his first taste of receiving another man's hot
cum.
The unlikely couple
collapsed onto each other within the restrictive space of the lavatory after
the amazing sex. They were both panting while enjoying the post-climatic glow
in each other arms.
"I know this is
kinda cliche but I've gotta say: Welcome to the Mile High Club buddy,"
Carrie said as she began putting back her clothes.
Still breathless, Eric
could only grin and nod as he too started pulling up his pants. Unlike him,
Carrie was struggling a little to put her clothes back especially in such
limited space. She had to wait for Eric to leave the lavatory before she could
proceed with her attire readjustment. A bit of improvisation was required with
the lost buttons but thankfully she did bring a spare blouse.
On the way out, Eric was
taken aback by the number of passengers who were already waiting outside. His
face blushed immensely when he even had to inform an elderly man who was trying
to use the lavatory that it was still occupied. A few of them showed
displeasure while some couldn't help giggling behind his back. The warmth on
his face was almost palpable as he settled back into his seat. The stern look
on one of Carrie's colleague's face suggested that she could be in trouble.
However, Eric spotted
something really peculiar when the stern-looking air hostess walked passed his
seat immediately after he was seated. Her tag told Eric that her name was
Elizabeth. She seemed older than Carrie - probably in the late 30s. The
difference in color of her tag appeared to indicate that she was of the
supervisory rank. Her blonde hair was fashioned similarly to Carrie's while her
face was still lovely despite her lack of friendliness. Despite being in the
same uniform, Elizabeth's figure had slightly more curves than Carrie's slender
form even though they were of similar height.
Elizabeth was a
beautiful woman and there was absolutely nothing wrong about that - except that
she was wearing a 'watch' identical to Eric's AER device. As she was passing
his seat, the chief stewardess stopped and stared at the AER device on Eric's
wrist before moving on. The sudden change of mood from her displeasure to
flashing a malicious grin further convinced Eric of his suspicion. He might not
be the only receiver of the mysterious gift.
By the way that
Elizabeth was looking at him during the rest of the flight, Eric had a feeling
that the trip to Paris would be more interesting than he and Tim had
anticipated.
To be continued?
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