LAYOVER

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LAYOVER

 

They reclined amongst lavish pillows swathed in pink and wine colored silky textured coverings. They could see themselves in a wall to wall mirrored ceiling, the room lit by candlelight with soft erotic music mixed with sexually stimulating perfume circulating in the air tickling to life their erotic senses.

 

His company was 28 year old twins of ravishing beauty. Crow black hair near waist length swirled onto his body and face. Soft blemish free white skin with the perfect touch of pink toyed with his sexual sensibilities and dagger focused glowing green eyes said, "I dare you not to love me.".

 

Reclining either side of him their actions and movements of body, hands, lips and tongues duplicated each other as if wired. Wet tongues explored and licked the channels of his ears, caressed his eyes and cheeks. Rose petal soft hands explored and excited every pore of his upper body with teasing hints at moving to lower parts. He had an erection growing to dimensions and hardness never felt since pubescence when it embarrassed him in public.

 

The magical hands were just starting to explore that area when:

 

RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG.....

 

The peace-shattering, ear-splitting, steel on stone grating noise of the World War II age telephone ring, still used today in many locations in Europe, demolished the fairytale dream scene just reaching its peak!

 

The ring's cruel punishment increased exponentially as he crashed about the room searching for its source. Upon finding the phone the caller did not wait for his sleepy "hello" but immediately launched into his own greeting:

 

"Good morning Captain sir! This is Paris dispatch with your wakeup call. It is 4 AM. Your crew pickup by a blue colored bus will be in 45 minutes. Crew breakfast snacks will be available for pilots at dispatch and for cabin crew on the airplane. Your flight is operating on schedule with a near full load of 436 passengers. Paris departure and Tel Aviv arrival weather forecast VFR so your flight has been planned with standard fuel load. If you wish to change this please advise dispatch as soon as possible. Do you have any questions for us at this time sir?"

 

A slight pain in a shinbone from hitting the coffee table in his hunt for the phone caused a mico-burst of angry thought, "The Nazis must have run this hotel during WWII. Who but they would put the phone as far away from the bed as possible?".  Simultaneously disappointment overtook him as he took in the empty bed and room. They had appeared in the night as he slept and vanished as quickly. It was clearly a dream but so real. He couldn't believe it wasn't.

 

***

 

For the longer flight pairings such as he commanded now which would circle the Earth, the company domiciled multi-language Flight Attendants at the first gateway stations such as Paris. Normally two would join the crew and the replaced Flight Attendants would return to the U.S.

 

After briefing the Lead Flight Attendant on the significant facts of the flight segment ahead of them, the pilots were settling into their cockpit seats and duties when the door opened. Momentarily preoccupied, he did not look up until a tray with coffee appeared and two pleasing voices spoke in unison, "Good morning gentlemen. We are Ellen and Nelle, your multi-lingual flight attendants on our first unsupervised flight. We are responsible foremost for safety and then to serve our first class passengers and feed our pilots.".

 

Upon taking them fully into his field of vision he was stunned as if by taser.

Upon waking from a dream, the imagined happenings usually fade over time like sand sifting thru a screen. But this time he had concentrated with all his mental strength from the moment of awakening to the present in not letting last night's dream fade so quickly. And the black haired beauties offering him coffee were, in every detail, living, breathing, speaking, images of last night's dream twins!

 

Their faces, other visible features, and mannerisms were exactly as was carved into his memory. Is it possible he also knows exactly what lies covered by their uniforms as well? Is it possible they know as well what is covered by his? Is it possible last night's dream could become reality tonight?

 

***

 

Beginning descent into Tel Aviv airspace the Captain hoped his tremors of excitement for the layover ahead did not shake the airplane. As a growing child, teenager or adult, no event had ever given him such a level of anticipation as he now feels for the prospect of  a layover with the mysterious dream angels. But he must now shut that out of his mind while operating his flight within the busy airspace of the Tel Aviv airport.

 

With the last passenger off the airplane the crew sets about gathering personal belongings and setting off on their trek through the terminal to a waiting crew bus for transport to the layover hotel. The Captain looks around anxiously for the twins to no avail. While frequently the crew scatters a bit while heading to Passport Control. They will all funnel through to the waiting bus, limos or taxiis.

 

This time a bus awaits them and he holds back from boarding watching for the twins to show up. The lead flight attendant is checking off names as they board, marks the last one present and nods to the driver.

 

"Are you sure?" asks the Captain of the Lead Attendant.

"Of course."  She replies, somewhat miffed at his doubt.

 

He heads for a seat puzzled by the Lead Attendant's list not including Elle and Nelle. His anticipation is fading fast into disappointment while nervously wondering if his brain is malfunctioning.

 

The 30 minute bus ride has the crew sleepily awaiting room keys. The American members more so for being 7 time zones ahead of their own. The Captain's name is called first as usual but he is reluctant to leave the lobby, his eyes busily scanning the area. Reluctantly, sleepiness overtaking all else, he heads to his room, a top floor suite overlooking the beach at the far eastern end of the Mediterranean Sea, a history lesson in just seeing it.

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His key card hasn't quite touched the slot when the door flies wide open to reveal, in Garden of Eden naked splendor, his dream twins, Ellen and Nelle. They leap to surround his body with theirs like a cocoon, covering his face with wet kisses. and asking, "Have you missed us?".

 

"Of course, he replies. You teased me wonderfully, then disappeared, then you showed up on my airplane, raised my earthly hopes to heaven, then vanished again!".

 

"Funny that you mention "heaven". Yes, we had to return home to get further instructions from our Dad. He had sent us here on the barest orders for our mission." That was to:

 

"Find me a man of ordinary means, with good self discipline, who is honest, unselfish, and of the intellect to judge fairly without the confetti of his own opinions, just like I meant to follow Adam in the first place."

 

"He gave us a letter to give to you. "But first, come see modest refinements we've made to your room for your comfort and pleasure ."

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your bath is ready but we had to try it first:

 

For entertainment of your favorite guests, in most delightful ways!

 

THE LETTER

 

"Your letter from Dad.", Nelle says, pointing to a huge slab of  granite embedded in the ground. It is covered with unfamiliar characters appearing to have been carved by a fingertip. "Ancient Hebrew", she says, "On Dad's favorite stationery."

 

Greetings,

I am glad you know my daughters. Ellen and Nelle. They are among my favorites of  a billion offspring. And Earth is a favorite of my creations. It is a preference of my children as well . The twins like the abundance of water and life compared to the gas, heat, storms, desert and emptiness of most other planets. I have also seen that you appreciate and protect the extra special amenities I provided with Earth.

 

Unexplained increases in galactic collisions in other universes lately has taken my attention away from this neighborhood of family preference. But I see on my return now that the most beautiful Earth is suffering some petty socio-political turmoil among certain inhabitants. And I see at the leading tip of the unhappiness is one dildo of a man who would make the audacious claim to be some sort of "God-King"! I assure you this will not last. In my practice of leadership I try to be all good things to all good people while being a humble servant to all their needs. But, unfortunately, the practice of humble servility in compassionate leadership sometimes requires a clear reminder of who is in charge. And there is one rule I occasionally must remind certain subjects of: when they seek to entertain  ideas of enriching themselves at the cost of others:

 

Thou Shall Not Accept Any GOD Before Me Including Thyself.

 

If this useless lowest of dildos of men known as Donald Trump should persist in his harm to others for self enrichment, he will meet his fate in like manner to the greatest harm he has done.

 

Please enjoy, cherish and return to them the pleasure of the company of my favorite twin daughters, Ellen and Nelle. You will not regret it.

 

God

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LAYOVER

 

They reclined amongst lavish pillows swathed in pink and wine colored silky textured coverings. They could see themselves in a wall to wall mirrored ceiling, the room lit by candlelight with soft erotic music mixed with sexually stimulating perfume circulating in the air tickling to life their erotic senses.

 

His company was 28 year old twins of ravishing beauty. Crow black hair near waist length swirled onto his body and face. Soft blemish free white skin with the perfect touch of pink toyed with his sexual sensibilities and dagger focused glowing green eyes said, "I dare you not to love me.".

 

Reclining either side of him their actions and movements of body, hands, lips and tongues duplicated each other as if wired. Wet tongues explored and licked the channels of his ears, caressed his eyes and cheeks. Rose petal soft hands explored and excited every pore of his upper body with teasing hints at moving to lower parts. He had an erection growing to dimensions and hardness never felt since pubescence when it embarrassed him in public.

 

The magical hands were just starting to explore that area when:

 

RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG.....

 

The peace-shattering, ear-splitting, steel on stone grating noise of the World War II age telephone ring, still used today in many locations in Europe, demolished the fairytale dream scene just reaching its peak!

 

The ring's cruel punishment increased exponentially as he crashed about the room searching for its source. Upon finding the phone the caller did not wait for his sleepy "hello" but immediately launched into his own greeting:

 

"Good morning Captain sir! This is Paris dispatch with your wakeup call. It is 4 AM. Your crew pickup by a blue colored bus will be in 45 minutes. Crew breakfast snacks will be available for pilots at dispatch and for cabin crew on the airplane. Your flight is operating on schedule with a near full load of 436 passengers. Paris departure and Tel Aviv arrival weather forecast VFR so your flight has been planned with standard fuel load. If you wish to change this please advise dispatch as soon as possible. Do you have any questions for us at this time sir?"

 

A slight pain in a shinbone from hitting the coffee table in his hunt for the phone caused a mico-burst of angry thought, "The Nazis must have run this hotel during WWII. Who but they would put the phone as far away from the bed as possible?".  Simultaneously disappointment overtook him as he took in the empty bed and room. They had appeared in the night as he slept and vanished as quickly. It was clearly a dream but so real. He couldn't believe it wasn't.

 

***

 

For the longer flight pairings such as he commanded now which would circle the Earth, the company domiciled multi-language Flight Attendants at the first gateway stations such as Paris. Normally two would join the crew and the replaced Flight Attendants would return to the U.S.

 

After briefing the Lead Flight Attendant on the significant facts of the flight segment ahead of them, the pilots were settling into their cockpit seats and duties when the door opened. Momentarily preoccupied, he did not look up until a tray with coffee appeared and two pleasing voices spoke in unison, "Good morning gentlemen. We are Ellen and Nelle, your multi-lingual flight attendants on our first unsupervised flight. We are responsible foremost for safety and then to serve our first class passengers and feed our pilots.".

 

Upon taking them fully into his field of vision he was stunned as if by taser.

Upon waking from a dream, the imagined happenings usually fade over time like sand sifting thru a screen. But this time he had concentrated with all his mental strength from the moment of awakening to the present in not letting last night's dream fade so quickly. And the black haired beauties offering him coffee were, in every detail, living, breathing, speaking, images of last night's dream twins!

 

Their faces, other visible features, and mannerisms were exactly as was carved into his memory. Is it possible he also knows exactly what lies covered by their uniforms as well? Is it possible they know as well what is covered by his? Is it possible last night's dream could become reality tonight?

 

***

 

Beginning descent into Tel Aviv airspace the Captain hoped his tremors of excitement for the layover ahead did not shake the airplane. As a growing child, teenager or adult, no event had ever given him such a level of anticipation as he now feels for the prospect of  a layover with the mysterious dream angels. But he must now shut that out of his mind while operating his flight within the busy airspace of the Tel Aviv airport.

 

With the last passenger off the airplane the crew sets about gathering personal belongings and setting off on their trek through the terminal to a waiting crew bus for transport to the layover hotel. The Captain looks around anxiously for the twins to no avail. While frequently the crew scatters a bit while heading to Passport Control. They will all funnel through to the waiting bus, limos or taxiis.

 

This time a bus awaits them and he holds back from boarding watching for the twins to show up. The lead flight attendant is checking off names as they board, marks the last one present and nods to the driver.

 

"Are you sure?" asks the Captain of the Lead Attendant.

"Of course."  She replies, somewhat miffed at his doubt.

 

He heads for a seat puzzled by the Lead Attendant's list not including Elle and Nelle. His anticipation is fading fast into disappointment while nervously wondering if his brain is malfunctioning.

 

The 30 minute bus ride has the crew sleepily awaiting room keys. The American members more so for being 7 time zones ahead of their own. The Captain's name is called first as usual but he is reluctant to leave the lobby, his eyes busily scanning the area. Reluctantly, sleepiness overtaking all else, he heads to his room, a top floor suite overlooking the beach at the far eastern end of the Mediterranean Sea, a history lesson in just seeing it.

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His key card hasn't quite touched the slot when the door flies wide open to reveal, in Garden of Eden naked splendor, his dream twins, Ellen and Nelle. They leap to surround his body with theirs like a cocoon, covering his face with wet kisses. and asking, "Have you missed us?".

 

"Of course, he replies. You teased me wonderfully, then disappeared, then you showed up on my airplane, raised my earthly hopes to heaven, then vanished again!".

 

"Funny that you mention "heaven". Yes, we had to return home to get further instructions from our Dad. He had sent us here on the barest orders for our mission." That was to:

 

"Find me a man of ordinary means, with good self discipline, who is honest, unselfish, and of the intellect to judge fairly without the confetti of his own opinions, just like I meant to follow Adam in the first place."

 

"He gave us a letter to give to you. "But first, come see modest refinements we've made to your room for your comfort and pleasure ."

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your bath is ready but we had to try it first:

 

For entertainment of your favorite guests, in most delightful ways!

 

THE LETTER

 

"Your letter from Dad.", Nelle says, pointing to a huge slab of  granite embedded in the ground. It is covered with unfamiliar characters appearing to have been carved by a fingertip. "Ancient Hebrew", she says, "On Dad's favorite stationery."

 

Greetings,

I am glad you know my daughters. Ellen and Nelle. They are among my favorites of  a billion offspring. And Earth is a favorite of my creations. It is a preference of my children as well . The twins like the abundance of water and life compared to the gas, heat, storms, desert and emptiness of most other planets. I have also seen that you appreciate and protect the extra special amenities I provided with Earth.

 

Unexplained increases in galactic collisions in other universes lately has taken my attention away from this neighborhood of family preference. But I see on my return now that the most beautiful Earth is suffering some petty socio-political turmoil among certain inhabitants. And I see at the leading tip of the unhappiness is one dildo of a man who would make the audacious claim to be some sort of "God-King"! I assure you this will not last. In my practice of leadership I try to be all good things to all good people while being a humble servant to all their needs. But, unfortunately, the practice of humble servility in compassionate leadership sometimes requires a clear reminder of who is in charge. And there is one rule I occasionally must remind certain subjects of: when they seek to entertain  ideas of enriching themselves at the cost of others:

 

Thou Shall Not Accept Any GOD Before Me Including Thyself.

 

If this useless lowest of dildos of men known as Donald Trump should persist in his harm to others for self enrichment, he will meet his fate in like manner to the greatest harm he has done.

 

Please enjoy, cherish and return to them the pleasure of the company of my favorite twin daughters, Ellen and Nelle. You will not regret it.

 

God

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LAYOVER

 

They reclined amongst lavish pillows swathed in pink and wine colored silky textured coverings. They could see themselves in a wall to wall mirrored ceiling, the room lit by candlelight with soft erotic music mixed with sexually stimulating perfume circulating in the air tickling to life their erotic senses.

 

His company was 28 year old twins of ravishing beauty. Crow black hair near waist length swirled onto his body and face. Soft blemish free white skin with the perfect touch of pink toyed with his sexual sensibilities and dagger focused glowing green eyes said, "I dare you not to love me.".

 

Reclining either side of him their actions and movements of body, hands, lips and tongues duplicated each other as if wired. Wet tongues explored and licked the channels of his ears, caressed his eyes and cheeks. Rose petal soft hands explored and excited every pore of his upper body with teasing hints at moving to lower parts. He had an erection growing to dimensions and hardness never felt since pubescence when it embarrassed him in public.

 

The magical hands were just starting to explore that area when:

 

RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG.....

 

The peace-shattering, ear-splitting, steel on stone grating noise of the World War II age telephone ring, still used today in many locations in Europe, demolished the fairytale dream scene just reaching its peak!

 

The ring's cruel punishment increased exponentially as he crashed about the room searching for its source. Upon finding the phone the caller did not wait for his sleepy "hello" but immediately launched into his own greeting:

 

"Good morning Captain sir! This is Paris dispatch with your wakeup call. It is 4 AM. Your crew pickup by a blue colored bus will be in 45 minutes. Crew breakfast snacks will be available for pilots at dispatch and for cabin crew on the airplane. Your flight is operating on schedule with a near full load of 436 passengers. Paris departure and Tel Aviv arrival weather forecast VFR so your flight has been planned with standard fuel load. If you wish to change this please advise dispatch as soon as possible. Do you have any questions for us at this time sir?"

 

A slight pain in a shinbone from hitting the coffee table in his hunt for the phone caused a mico-burst of angry thought, "The Nazis must have run this hotel during WWII. Who but they would put the phone as far away from the bed as possible?".  Simultaneously disappointment overtook him as he took in the empty bed and room. They had appeared in the night as he slept and vanished as quickly. It was clearly a dream but so real. He couldn't believe it wasn't.

 

***

 

For the longer flight pairings such as he commanded now which would circle the Earth, the company domiciled multi-language Flight Attendants at the first gateway stations such as Paris. Normally two would join the crew and the replaced Flight Attendants would return to the U.S.

 

After briefing the Lead Flight Attendant on the significant facts of the flight segment ahead of them, the pilots were settling into their cockpit seats and duties when the door opened. Momentarily preoccupied, he did not look up until a tray with coffee appeared and two pleasing voices spoke in unison, "Good morning gentlemen. We are Ellen and Nelle, your multi-lingual flight attendants on our first unsupervised flight. We are responsible foremost for safety and then to serve our first class passengers and feed our pilots.".

 

Upon taking them fully into his field of vision he was stunned as if by taser.

Upon waking from a dream, the imagined happenings usually fade over time like sand sifting thru a screen. But this time he had concentrated with all his mental strength from the moment of awakening to the present in not letting last night's dream fade so quickly. And the black haired beauties offering him coffee were, in every detail, living, breathing, speaking, images of last night's dream twins!

 

Their faces, other visible features, and mannerisms were exactly as was carved into his memory. Is it possible he also knows exactly what lies covered by their uniforms as well? Is it possible they know as well what is covered by his? Is it possible last night's dream could become reality tonight?

 

***

 

Beginning descent into Tel Aviv airspace the Captain hoped his tremors of excitement for the layover ahead did not shake the airplane. As a growing child, teenager or adult, no event had ever given him such a level of anticipation as he now feels for the prospect of  a layover with the mysterious dream angels. But he must now shut that out of his mind while operating his flight within the busy airspace of the Tel Aviv airport.

 

With the last passenger off the airplane the crew sets about gathering personal belongings and setting off on their trek through the terminal to a waiting crew bus for transport to the layover hotel. The Captain looks around anxiously for the twins to no avail. While frequently the crew scatters a bit while heading to Passport Control. They will all funnel through to the waiting bus, limos or taxiis.

 

This time a bus awaits them and he holds back from boarding watching for the twins to show up. The lead flight attendant is checking off names as they board, marks the last one present and nods to the driver.

 

"Are you sure?" asks the Captain of the Lead Attendant.

"Of course."  She replies, somewhat miffed at his doubt.

 

He heads for a seat puzzled by the Lead Attendant's list not including Elle and Nelle. His anticipation is fading fast into disappointment while nervously wondering if his brain is malfunctioning.

 

The 30 minute bus ride has the crew sleepily awaiting room keys. The American members more so for being 7 time zones ahead of their own. The Captain's name is called first as usual but he is reluctant to leave the lobby, his eyes busily scanning the area. Reluctantly, sleepiness overtaking all else, he heads to his room, a top floor suite overlooking the beach at the far eastern end of the Mediterranean Sea, a history lesson in just seeing it.

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His key card hasn't quite touched the slot when the door flies wide open to reveal, in Garden of Eden naked splendor, his dream twins, Ellen and Nelle. They leap to surround his body with theirs like a cocoon, covering his face with wet kisses. and asking, "Have you missed us?".

 

"Of course, he replies. You teased me wonderfully, then disappeared, then you showed up on my airplane, raised my earthly hopes to heaven, then vanished again!".

 

"Funny that you mention "heaven". Yes, we had to return home to get further instructions from our Dad. He had sent us here on the barest orders for our mission." That was to:

 

"Find me a man of ordinary means, with good self discipline, who is honest, unselfish, and of the intellect to judge fairly without the confetti of his own opinions, just like I meant to follow Adam in the first place."

 

"He gave us a letter to give to you. "But first, come see modest refinements we've made to your room for your comfort and pleasure ."

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your bath is ready but we had to try it first:

 

For entertainment of your favorite guests, in most delightful ways!

 

THE LETTER

 

"Your letter from Dad.", Nelle says, pointing to a huge slab of  granite embedded in the ground. It is covered with unfamiliar characters appearing to have been carved by a fingertip. "Ancient Hebrew", she says, "On Dad's favorite stationery."

 

Greetings,

I am glad you know my daughters. Ellen and Nelle. They are among my favorites of  a billion offspring. And Earth is a favorite of my creations. It is a preference of my children as well . The twins like the abundance of water and life compared to the gas, heat, storms, desert and emptiness of most other planets. I have also seen that you appreciate and protect the extra special amenities I provided with Earth.

 

Unexplained increases in galactic collisions in other universes lately has taken my attention away from this neighborhood of family preference. But I see on my return now that the most beautiful Earth is suffering some petty socio-political turmoil among certain inhabitants. And I see at the leading tip of the unhappiness is one dildo of a man who would make the audacious claim to be some sort of "God-King"! I assure you this will not last. In my practice of leadership I try to be all good things to all good people while being a humble servant to all their needs. But, unfortunately, the practice of humble servility in compassionate leadership sometimes requires a clear reminder of who is in charge. And there is one rule I occasionally must remind certain subjects of: when they seek to entertain  ideas of enriching themselves at the cost of others:

 

Thou Shall Not Accept Any GOD Before Me Including Thyself.

 

If this useless lowest of dildos of men known as Donald Trump should persist in his harm to others for self enrichment, he will meet his fate in like manner to the greatest harm he has done.

 

Please enjoy, cherish and return to them the pleasure of the company of my favorite twin daughters, Ellen and Nelle. You will not regret it.

 

God

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LAYOVER

 

They reclined amongst lavish pillows swathed in pink and wine colored silky textured coverings. They could see themselves in a wall to wall mirrored ceiling, the room lit by candlelight with soft erotic music mixed with sexually stimulating perfume circulating in the air tickling to life their erotic senses.

 

His company was 28 year old twins of ravishing beauty. Crow black hair near waist length swirled onto his body and face. Soft blemish free white skin with the perfect touch of pink toyed with his sexual sensibilities and dagger focused glowing green eyes said, "I dare you not to love me.".

 

Reclining either side of him their actions and movements of body, hands, lips and tongues duplicated each other as if wired. Wet tongues explored and licked the channels of his ears, caressed his eyes and cheeks. Rose petal soft hands explored and excited every pore of his upper body with teasing hints at moving to lower parts. He had an erection growing to dimensions and hardness never felt since pubescence when it embarrassed him in public.

 

The magical hands were just starting to explore that area when:

 

RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG.....

 

The peace-shattering, ear-splitting, steel on stone grating noise of the World War II age telephone ring, still used today in many locations in Europe, demolished the fairytale dream scene just reaching its peak!

 

The ring's cruel punishment increased exponentially as he crashed about the room searching for its source. Upon finding the phone the caller did not wait for his sleepy "hello" but immediately launched into his own greeting:

 

"Good morning Captain sir! This is Paris dispatch with your wakeup call. It is 4 AM. Your crew pickup by a blue colored bus will be in 45 minutes. Crew breakfast snacks will be available for pilots at dispatch and for cabin crew on the airplane. Your flight is operating on schedule with a near full load of 436 passengers. Paris departure and Tel Aviv arrival weather forecast VFR so your flight has been planned with standard fuel load. If you wish to change this please advise dispatch as soon as possible. Do you have any questions for us at this time sir?"

 

A slight pain in a shinbone from hitting the coffee table in his hunt for the phone caused a mico-burst of angry thought, "The Nazis must have run this hotel during WWII. Who but they would put the phone as far away from the bed as possible?".  Simultaneously disappointment overtook him as he took in the empty bed and room. They had appeared in the night as he slept and vanished as quickly. It was clearly a dream but so real. He couldn't believe it wasn't.

 

***

 

For the longer flight pairings such as he commanded now which would circle the Earth, the company domiciled multi-language Flight Attendants at the first gateway stations such as Paris. Normally two would join the crew and the replaced Flight Attendants would return to the U.S.

 

After briefing the Lead Flight Attendant on the significant facts of the flight segment ahead of them, the pilots were settling into their cockpit seats and duties when the door opened. Momentarily preoccupied, he did not look up until a tray with coffee appeared and two pleasing voices spoke in unison, "Good morning gentlemen. We are Ellen and Nelle, your multi-lingual flight attendants on our first unsupervised flight. We are responsible foremost for safety and then to serve our first class passengers and feed our pilots.".

 

Upon taking them fully into his field of vision he was stunned as if by taser.

Upon waking from a dream, the imagined happenings usually fade over time like sand sifting thru a screen. But this time he had concentrated with all his mental strength from the moment of awakening to the present in not letting last night's dream fade so quickly. And the black haired beauties offering him coffee were, in every detail, living, breathing, speaking, images of last night's dream twins!

 

Their faces, other visible features, and mannerisms were exactly as was carved into his memory. Is it possible he also knows exactly what lies covered by their uniforms as well? Is it possible they know as well what is covered by his? Is it possible last night's dream could become reality tonight?

 

***

 

Beginning descent into Tel Aviv airspace the Captain hoped his tremors of excitement for the layover ahead did not shake the airplane. As a growing child, teenager or adult, no event had ever given him such a level of anticipation as he now feels for the prospect of  a layover with the mysterious dream angels. But he must now shut that out of his mind while operating his flight within the busy airspace of the Tel Aviv airport.

 

With the last passenger off the airplane the crew sets about gathering personal belongings and setting off on their trek through the terminal to a waiting crew bus for transport to the layover hotel. The Captain looks around anxiously for the twins to no avail. While frequently the crew scatters a bit while heading to Passport Control. They will all funnel through to the waiting bus, limos or taxiis.

 

This time a bus awaits them and he holds back from boarding watching for the twins to show up. The lead flight attendant is checking off names as they board, marks the last one present and nods to the driver.

 

"Are you sure?" asks the Captain of the Lead Attendant.

"Of course."  She replies, somewhat miffed at his doubt.

 

He heads for a seat puzzled by the Lead Attendant's list not including Elle and Nelle. His anticipation is fading fast into disappointment while nervously wondering if his brain is malfunctioning.

 

The 30 minute bus ride has the crew sleepily awaiting room keys. The American members more so for being 7 time zones ahead of their own. The Captain's name is called first as usual but he is reluctant to leave the lobby, his eyes busily scanning the area. Reluctantly, sleepiness overtaking all else, he heads to his room, a top floor suite overlooking the beach at the far eastern end of the Mediterranean Sea, a history lesson in just seeing it.

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His key card hasn't quite touched the slot when the door flies wide open to reveal, in Garden of Eden naked splendor, his dream twins, Ellen and Nelle. They leap to surround his body with theirs like a cocoon, covering his face with wet kisses. and asking, "Have you missed us?".

 

"Of course, he replies. You teased me wonderfully, then disappeared, then you showed up on my airplane, raised my earthly hopes to heaven, then vanished again!".

 

"Funny that you mention "heaven". Yes, we had to return home to get further instructions from our Dad. He had sent us here on the barest orders for our mission." That was to:

 

"Find me a man of ordinary means, with good self discipline, who is honest, unselfish, and of the intellect to judge fairly without the confetti of his own opinions, just like I meant to follow Adam in the first place."

 

"He gave us a letter to give to you. "But first, come see modest refinements we've made to your room for your comfort and pleasure ."

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your bath is ready but we had to try it first:

 

For entertainment of your favorite guests, in most delightful ways!

 

THE LETTER

 

"Your letter from Dad.", Nelle says, pointing to a huge slab of  granite embedded in the ground. It is covered with unfamiliar characters appearing to have been carved by a fingertip. "Ancient Hebrew", she says, "On Dad's favorite stationery."

 

Greetings,

I am glad you know my daughters. Ellen and Nelle. They are among my favorites of  a billion offspring. And Earth is a favorite of my creations. It is a preference of my children as well . The twins like the abundance of water and life compared to the gas, heat, storms, desert and emptiness of most other planets. I have also seen that you appreciate and protect the extra special amenities I provided with Earth.

 

Unexplained increases in galactic collisions in other universes lately has taken my attention away from this neighborhood of family preference. But I see on my return now that the most beautiful Earth is suffering some petty socio-political turmoil among certain inhabitants. And I see at the leading tip of the unhappiness is one dildo of a man who would make the audacious claim to be some sort of "God-King"! I assure you this will not last. In my practice of leadership I try to be all good things to all good people while being a humble servant to all their needs. But, unfortunately, the practice of humble servility in compassionate leadership sometimes requires a clear reminder of who is in charge. And there is one rule I occasionally must remind certain subjects of: when they seek to entertain  ideas of enriching themselves at the cost of others:

 

Thou Shall Not Accept Any GOD Before Me Including Thyself.

 

If this useless lowest of dildos of men known as Donald Trump should persist in his harm to others for self enrichment, he will meet his fate in like manner to the greatest harm he has done.

 

Please enjoy, cherish and return to them the pleasure of the company of my favorite twin daughters, Ellen and Nelle. You will not regret it.

 

God

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LAYOVER

 

They reclined amongst lavish pillows swathed in pink and wine colored silky textured coverings. They could see themselves in a wall to wall mirrored ceiling, the room lit by candlelight with soft erotic music mixed with sexually stimulating perfume circulating in the air tickling to life their erotic senses.

 

His company was 28 year old twins of ravishing beauty. Crow black hair near waist length swirled onto his body and face. Soft blemish free white skin with the perfect touch of pink toyed with his sexual sensibilities and dagger focused glowing green eyes said, "I dare you not to love me.".

 

Reclining either side of him their actions and movements of body, hands, lips and tongues duplicated each other as if wired. Wet tongues explored and licked the channels of his ears, caressed his eyes and cheeks. Rose petal soft hands explored and excited every pore of his upper body with teasing hints at moving to lower parts. He had an erection growing to dimensions and hardness never felt since pubescence when it embarrassed him in public.

 

The magical hands were just starting to explore that area when:

 

RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG.....

 

The peace-shattering, ear-splitting, steel on stone grating noise of the World War II age telephone ring, still used today in many locations in Europe, demolished the fairytale dream scene just reaching its peak!

 

The ring's cruel punishment increased exponentially as he crashed about the room searching for its source. Upon finding the phone the caller did not wait for his sleepy "hello" but immediately launched into his own greeting:

 

"Good morning Captain sir! This is Paris dispatch with your wakeup call. It is 4 AM. Your crew pickup by a blue colored bus will be in 45 minutes. Crew breakfast snacks will be available for pilots at dispatch and for cabin crew on the airplane. Your flight is operating on schedule with a near full load of 436 passengers. Paris departure and Tel Aviv arrival weather forecast VFR so your flight has been planned with standard fuel load. If you wish to change this please advise dispatch as soon as possible. Do you have any questions for us at this time sir?"

 

A slight pain in a shinbone from hitting the coffee table in his hunt for the phone caused a mico-burst of angry thought, "The Nazis must have run this hotel during WWII. Who but they would put the phone as far away from the bed as possible?".  Simultaneously disappointment overtook him as he took in the empty bed and room. They had appeared in the night as he slept and vanished as quickly. It was clearly a dream but so real. He couldn't believe it wasn't.

 

***

 

For the longer flight pairings such as he commanded now which would circle the Earth, the company domiciled multi-language Flight Attendants at the first gateway stations such as Paris. Normally two would join the crew and the replaced Flight Attendants would return to the U.S.

 

After briefing the Lead Flight Attendant on the significant facts of the flight segment ahead of them, the pilots were settling into their cockpit seats and duties when the door opened. Momentarily preoccupied, he did not look up until a tray with coffee appeared and two pleasing voices spoke in unison, "Good morning gentlemen. We are Ellen and Nelle, your multi-lingual flight attendants on our first unsupervised flight. We are responsible foremost for safety and then to serve our first class passengers and feed our pilots.".

 

Upon taking them fully into his field of vision he was stunned as if by taser.

Upon waking from a dream, the imagined happenings usually fade over time like sand sifting thru a screen. But this time he had concentrated with all his mental strength from the moment of awakening to the present in not letting last night's dream fade so quickly. And the black haired beauties offering him coffee were, in every detail, living, breathing, speaking, images of last night's dream twins!

 

Their faces, other visible features, and mannerisms were exactly as was carved into his memory. Is it possible he also knows exactly what lies covered by their uniforms as well? Is it possible they know as well what is covered by his? Is it possible last night's dream could become reality tonight?

 

***

 

Beginning descent into Tel Aviv airspace the Captain hoped his tremors of excitement for the layover ahead did not shake the airplane. As a growing child, teenager or adult, no event had ever given him such a level of anticipation as he now feels for the prospect of  a layover with the mysterious dream angels. But he must now shut that out of his mind while operating his flight within the busy airspace of the Tel Aviv airport.

 

With the last passenger off the airplane the crew sets about gathering personal belongings and setting off on their trek through the terminal to a waiting crew bus for transport to the layover hotel. The Captain looks around anxiously for the twins to no avail. While frequently the crew scatters a bit while heading to Passport Control. They will all funnel through to the waiting bus, limos or taxiis.

 

This time a bus awaits them and he holds back from boarding watching for the twins to show up. The lead flight attendant is checking off names as they board, marks the last one present and nods to the driver.

 

"Are you sure?" asks the Captain of the Lead Attendant.

"Of course."  She replies, somewhat miffed at his doubt.

 

He heads for a seat puzzled by the Lead Attendant's list not including Elle and Nelle. His anticipation is fading fast into disappointment while nervously wondering if his brain is malfunctioning.

 

The 30 minute bus ride has the crew sleepily awaiting room keys. The American members more so for being 7 time zones ahead of their own. The Captain's name is called first as usual but he is reluctant to leave the lobby, his eyes busily scanning the area. Reluctantly, sleepiness overtaking all else, he heads to his room, a top floor suite overlooking the beach at the far eastern end of the Mediterranean Sea, a history lesson in just seeing it.

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His key card hasn't quite touched the slot when the door flies wide open to reveal, in Garden of Eden naked splendor, his dream twins, Ellen and Nelle. They leap to surround his body with theirs like a cocoon, covering his face with wet kisses. and asking, "Have you missed us?".

 

"Of course, he replies. You teased me wonderfully, then disappeared, then you showed up on my airplane, raised my earthly hopes to heaven, then vanished again!".

 

"Funny that you mention "heaven". Yes, we had to return home to get further instructions from our Dad. He had sent us here on the barest orders for our mission." That was to:

 

"Find me a man of ordinary means, with good self discipline, who is honest, unselfish, and of the intellect to judge fairly without the confetti of his own opinions, just like I meant to follow Adam in the first place."

 

"He gave us a letter to give to you. "But first, come see modest refinements we've made to your room for your comfort and pleasure ."

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your bath is ready but we had to try it first:

 

For entertainment of your favorite guests, in most delightful ways!

 

THE LETTER

 

"Your letter from Dad.", Nelle says, pointing to a huge slab of  granite embedded in the ground. It is covered with unfamiliar characters appearing to have been carved by a fingertip. "Ancient Hebrew", she says, "On Dad's favorite stationery."

 

Greetings,

I am glad you know my daughters. Ellen and Nelle. They are among my favorites of  a billion offspring. And Earth is a favorite of my creations. It is a preference of my children as well . The twins like the abundance of water and life compared to the gas, heat, storms, desert and emptiness of most other planets. I have also seen that you appreciate and protect the extra special amenities I provided with Earth.

 

Unexplained increases in galactic collisions in other universes lately has taken my attention away from this neighborhood of family preference. But I see on my return now that the most beautiful Earth is suffering some petty socio-political turmoil among certain inhabitants. And I see at the leading tip of the unhappiness is one dildo of a man who would make the audacious claim to be some sort of "God-King"! I assure you this will not last. In my practice of leadership I try to be all good things to all good people while being a humble servant to all their needs. But, unfortunately, the practice of humble servility in compassionate leadership sometimes requires a clear reminder of who is in charge. And there is one rule I occasionally must remind certain subjects of: when they seek to entertain  ideas of enriching themselves at the cost of others:

 

Thou Shall Not Accept Any GOD Before Me Including Thyself.

 

If this useless lowest of dildos of men known as Donald Trump should persist in his harm to others for self enrichment, he will meet his fate in like manner to the greatest harm he has done.

 

Please enjoy, cherish and return to them the pleasure of the company of my favorite twin daughters, Ellen and Nelle. You will not regret it.

 

God

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LAYOVER

 

They reclined amongst lavish pillows swathed in pink and wine colored silky textured coverings. They could see themselves in a wall to wall mirrored ceiling, the room lit by candlelight with soft erotic music mixed with sexually stimulating perfume circulating in the air tickling to life their erotic senses.

 

His company was 28 year old twins of ravishing beauty. Crow black hair near waist length swirled onto his body and face. Soft blemish free white skin with the perfect touch of pink toyed with his sexual sensibilities and dagger focused glowing green eyes said, "I dare you not to love me.".

 

Reclining either side of him their actions and movements of body, hands, lips and tongues duplicated each other as if wired. Wet tongues explored and licked the channels of his ears, caressed his eyes and cheeks. Rose petal soft hands explored and excited every pore of his upper body with teasing hints at moving to lower parts. He had an erection growing to dimensions and hardness never felt since pubescence when it embarrassed him in public.

 

The magical hands were just starting to explore that area when:

 

RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG - RRRNNNGGG.....

 

The peace-shattering, ear-splitting, steel on stone grating noise of the World War II age telephone ring, still used today in many locations in Europe, demolished the fairytale dream scene just reaching its peak!

 

The ring's cruel punishment increased exponentially as he crashed about the room searching for its source. Upon finding the phone the caller did not wait for his sleepy "hello" but immediately launched into his own greeting:

 

"Good morning Captain sir! This is Paris dispatch with your wakeup call. It is 4 AM. Your crew pickup by a blue colored bus will be in 45 minutes. Crew breakfast snacks will be available for pilots at dispatch and for cabin crew on the airplane. Your flight is operating on schedule with a near full load of 436 passengers. Paris departure and Tel Aviv arrival weather forecast VFR so your flight has been planned with standard fuel load. If you wish to change this please advise dispatch as soon as possible. Do you have any questions for us at this time sir?"

 

A slight pain in a shinbone from hitting the coffee table in his hunt for the phone caused a mico-burst of angry thought, "The Nazis must have run this hotel during WWII. Who but they would put the phone as far away from the bed as possible?".  Simultaneously disappointment overtook him as he took in the empty bed and room. They had appeared in the night as he slept and vanished as quickly. It was clearly a dream but so real. He couldn't believe it wasn't.

 

***

 

For the longer flight pairings such as he commanded now which would circle the Earth, the company domiciled multi-language Flight Attendants at the first gateway stations such as Paris. Normally two would join the crew and the replaced Flight Attendants would return to the U.S.

 

After briefing the Lead Flight Attendant on the significant facts of the flight segment ahead of them, the pilots were settling into their cockpit seats and duties when the door opened. Momentarily preoccupied, he did not look up until a tray with coffee appeared and two pleasing voices spoke in unison, "Good morning gentlemen. We are Ellen and Nelle, your multi-lingual flight attendants on our first unsupervised flight. We are responsible foremost for safety and then to serve our first class passengers and feed our pilots.".

 

Upon taking them fully into his field of vision he was stunned as if by taser.

Upon waking from a dream, the imagined happenings usually fade over time like sand sifting thru a screen. But this time he had concentrated with all his mental strength from the moment of awakening to the present in not letting last night's dream fade so quickly. And the black haired beauties offering him coffee were, in every detail, living, breathing, speaking, images of last night's dream twins!

 

Their faces, other visible features, and mannerisms were exactly as was carved into his memory. Is it possible he also knows exactly what lies covered by their uniforms as well? Is it possible they know as well what is covered by his? Is it possible last night's dream could become reality tonight?

 

***

 

Beginning descent into Tel Aviv airspace the Captain hoped his tremors of excitement for the layover ahead did not shake the airplane. As a growing child, teenager or adult, no event had ever given him such a level of anticipation as he now feels for the prospect of  a layover with the mysterious dream angels. But he must now shut that out of his mind while operating his flight within the busy airspace of the Tel Aviv airport.

 

With the last passenger off the airplane the crew sets about gathering personal belongings and setting off on their trek through the terminal to a waiting crew bus for transport to the layover hotel. The Captain looks around anxiously for the twins to no avail. While frequently the crew scatters a bit while heading to Passport Control. They will all funnel through to the waiting bus, limos or taxiis.

 

This time a bus awaits them and he holds back from boarding watching for the twins to show up. The lead flight attendant is checking off names as they board, marks the last one present and nods to the driver.

 

"Are you sure?" asks the Captain of the Lead Attendant.

"Of course."  She replies, somewhat miffed at his doubt.

 

He heads for a seat puzzled by the Lead Attendant's list not including Elle and Nelle. His anticipation is fading fast into disappointment while nervously wondering if his brain is malfunctioning.

 

The 30 minute bus ride has the crew sleepily awaiting room keys. The American members more so for being 7 time zones ahead of their own. The Captain's name is called first as usual but he is reluctant to leave the lobby, his eyes busily scanning the area. Reluctantly, sleepiness overtaking all else, he heads to his room, a top floor suite overlooking the beach at the far eastern end of the Mediterranean Sea, a history lesson in just seeing it.

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His key card hasn't quite touched the slot when the door flies wide open to reveal, in Garden of Eden naked splendor, his dream twins, Ellen and Nelle. They leap to surround his body with theirs like a cocoon, covering his face with wet kisses. and asking, "Have you missed us?".

 

"Of course, he replies. You teased me wonderfully, then disappeared, then you showed up on my airplane, raised my earthly hopes to heaven, then vanished again!".

 

"Funny that you mention "heaven". Yes, we had to return home to get further instructions from our Dad. He had sent us here on the barest orders for our mission." That was to:

 

"Find me a man of ordinary means, with good self discipline, who is honest, unselfish, and of the intellect to judge fairly without the confetti of his own opinions, just like I meant to follow Adam in the first place."

 

"He gave us a letter to give to you. "But first, come see modest refinements we've made to your room for your comfort and pleasure ."

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your bath is ready but we had to try it first:

 

For entertainment of your favorite guests, in most delightful ways!

 

THE LETTER

 

"Your letter from Dad.", Nelle says, pointing to a huge slab of  granite embedded in the ground. It is covered with unfamiliar characters appearing to have been carved by a fingertip. "Ancient Hebrew", she says, "On Dad's favorite stationery."

 

Greetings,

I am glad you know my daughters. Ellen and Nelle. They are among my favorites of  a billion offspring. And Earth is a favorite of my creations. It is a preference of my children as well . The twins like the abundance of water and life compared to the gas, heat, storms, desert and emptiness of most other planets. I have also seen that you appreciate and protect the extra special amenities I provided with Earth.

 

Unexplained increases in galactic collisions in other universes lately has taken my attention away from this neighborhood of family preference. But I see on my return now that the most beautiful Earth is suffering some petty socio-political turmoil among certain inhabitants. And I see at the leading tip of the unhappiness is one dildo of a man who would make the audacious claim to be some sort of "God-King"! I assure you this will not last. In my practice of leadership I try to be all good things to all good people while being a humble servant to all their needs. But, unfortunately, the practice of humble servility in compassionate leadership sometimes requires a clear reminder of who is in charge. And there is one rule I occasionally must remind certain subjects of: when they seek to entertain  ideas of enriching themselves at the cost of others:

 

Thou Shall Not Accept Any GOD Before Me Including Thyself.

 

If this useless lowest of dildos of men known as Donald Trump should persist in his harm to others for self enrichment, he will meet his fate in like manner to the greatest harm he has done.

 

Please enjoy, cherish and return to them the pleasure of the company of my favorite twin daughters, Ellen and Nelle. You will not regret it.

 

God