London, England

“We’re in London about 5 miles from Heathrow” said Mark, Dove had finished her tour of the U.K and was heading back to L.A

“When does our flight leave?” she asked, Dove was wearing a t-shirt and stretch pants

“In about an hour” he replied

“Oh great we’re gonna miss it” she said sitting down in a huff

“Relax, I’ll call you a cab, you won’t miss your flight” he said

“Really?” she said, her face lighting up

“Yes, just help me look out of the window for street signs so I can tell the cab where we are” he said

Dove got up and bent forward to look out the window allowing Mark to stare at her tight, firm, shapely rear, her red thong clearly visible through her stretch pants

“I don’t see any signs” she said

“Yeah me neither” he said, his eyes still fixed to her butt, imagining what he would do to her given the chance

“In fact I don’t see much of anything” she said spinning round snapping Mark out of his trance. He looked out of the window, she was right it was unusually quiet for London, no cars, no people, no nothing

“So what are we going to do now?” she asked