Chapter 39 of The Stranger on the Plane (and Goodsport don't twist around ANY plot point)

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Posted by Brett (Yasim) Lambert from port3.westworld.ca on August 05, 1999 at 12:28:41:

Chaper 39 (Aragorn's Inner Turmoil) written by Brett (Yasim) Lambert

"So that's it, that was why you called me Butterball?!?!?!?" James responded in pure astonishment.*
"Yep, that is correct! Pretty funny, isn't it?" Aragorn chuckled with a silly grin on his face.
"Yeah, whatever you say" James said with a little of disappointment in his voice.
Now, Brett, James, and Aragorn took their fist-class ticket seats on the plane going directly to Switzerland.
"Ah, this is the life!!!" Brett proclaimed, relaxing in his king size chair. It was almost couch-like!!!
First-class is the way to travel!!! Brett thought to himself.
"Yah, that's right" Aragorn said as he took his gigantic seat and looked at the faces of James and Brett, and suddenly grew very nervous.
As the plane trip rode on, the sexy stewardess brought the trio wine and fancy cheeses and crackers.
"Wine and hors d'oeuvres, you handsome devils you?" the stewardess said with a sexy voice with a body to match.
"Please, madam" Brett winked and took the wine and the tray. As the stewardess walked to the next row of seats, Brett pinched her cute behind.
"Ooohh!" the stewardess giggled.
As all this happened Aragorn grew more and more nervous. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead. His heart beated like a jack-hammer. The guilt of betraying his two best friends began to engulf him. Brett and James noticed Aragorn's apparent nervousness.
"What's wrong Aragorn-buddy? Is the wine not cold enough?" James asked.
"Huh... Oh the wine, it's just fine" Argorn replied, he was so nervous he didn't realize up until that point, that he was even holding a wine glass.
As the seconds wore on, which felt like hours to Aragorn. He just couldn't take it any more. He could no longer be a triple agent. He had to fight for the Lambert's ideals. Not Micah's, not Deirdre's, only the Lambert's now.
Aragorn stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs, "I can't take it anymore!!!!!" With that said, he took out his tiny surveillance equipment and homing device and stomped all over it.

----

As Micah and Michaelson were listening to the conversation when all of the sudden they heard a loud ringing in their microphones, and the target on the radar blip disappeared.

"What's happened?!" Michaelson asked.

"I don't know!" Micah replied. "The Lambert's must have discovered his equipment. We're in it deep now! We'll have to use Plan B now"

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As Aragorn stomped on the equipment, the stewardess kindly asked him to stop. Aragorn complied and sat back down in his seat.

"What the hell was that, Aragorn?" Brett asked with concern.
"Micah's agents wired me, Brett." Aragorn confessed. "They forced me to do it, they put me up to it. I didn't want to but..."

"Those bastards!" James chided. "How could they do this to you?"

"It was a contractual obligation, so I had to do it. But in the last minute I decided I couldn't go through with it. Don't worry guys, things will be just fine, from now on. Now, let's enjoy the rest of this first-class flight and watch the in-flight movie," Aragorn said.

The in-flight movie was none other than E.T., Brett's favorite movie of all-time.

After the excellent movie, dinner was being served. The dinner was lobster with plenty of crab legs. The 2nd-class meanwhile got imitation gruel.

As the sexy stewardess served the dinner to the trio, she put a note in Brett's dinner. It said:

"Meet me at the first-class washroom for a little dessert"

Brett read this note, with a devilish grin. He had a look on his face that said "OH YEAH!!!"

"Excuse me James and Aragorn, I have to take a leak" Brett cheerfully said.

Brett entered the unusually luxurious and surprisingly spacious washroom. The sexy stewardess, took off her uniform and now was only wearing a bra-and-panties. She pulled Brett in and locked the door. The outside door read: OCCUPIED. And it certainly was!


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