“What time does the airplane start it’s run?” Magda asked as they lay on the sand outside the beach house.
“I delayed it until tomorrow. After f*****g with his s*x appeal on a grand scale and messing with is sphincter I feel using the airplane and banner would be wasted.” She giggled, “he also cut off my credit card, but I got into the system, reinstated it, and upped the credit limit. It cost me two grand to adjust the date and time last minute of the airplane banner. Oops.”
“I’m personally impressed how you managed to get everything in play before going to dinner with his family last night. You hadn’t even planned the laxative thing until yesterday.”
“When I was at Ares IT department, the head of his team is a blustering fool. Kept talking about all the ways they were going to take my
