Airship Design Au Contraire
but there’s a hitch- and its lingering afterburn
- you and I have nothing more to say
- said in a stern voice, “Take his skates off.”
- minor aristocratic Prussian military family
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Airship design au Contraire is similar in most respects to that of the rest of the world, but there’s a hitch for towing lighter-than-air campers. In this case it was a floating boudoir wherein Fleur and I would experience fiery passion, and its lingering afterburn.
Three days into the voyage, I lay dehydrated and sticky on the helium-filled mattress in our airborne conjugal trailer. We hadn’t said a word since the first hour. Fleur announced, “You and I have nothing more to say,” and from that point all was coitus. When a soft thud sounded from the roof and our chamber listed slightly, my first delirious idea was that Tessa had used her ninja skills to mount a rescue. My rising hopes were dashed when Fleur opened the top hatch and dragged John down through it to bounce beside me on the bed. She said in a stern voice, “Take his skates off.”
John blanched, eyes darting nervously from the nude woman standing over him to my own unclothed form sprawled next to him. I groggily pawed at the laces of his roller skates, barely able to form any curiosity about them. The knots were stubborn.
“Thanks for bringing me in, you saved my life,” John stammered. “The roller rink on top of the zeppelin should probably have steeper banking in the turns, or your father will lose the whole team before we even get to the tournament. He surely doesn’t want another forfeit to that minor aristocratic Prussian military family. Their team is just a goat.”
My punch-drunk neurons got their act together for a few seconds, long enough to remember that John was likely to have information about Tessa, but not long enough to keep me from blurting out, “Where’s Tessa?” right in front of my wife.
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