The Gorging by Kirk Thompson Page B

just have to get as much of the story done before we do. We’ll have to haul ass up there, then straight back down for the show...I think we can make it happen.”
    “Fuck that story...We should just watch one of the big news stations and copy some shit we see on there and send it back. That old fuck won’t know the difference,” said Pete.
    “He’ll know and you won’t have to worry about your wife cutting off your balls. He’ll cut off both of our balls and he’ll likely put them in the same jar...Hell, he will probably make us do a story on it, too. ‘Dumb Fucks Plagiarize News Story. Loses Testicles as a Result.’” They both laughed, but stopped when an old lady in line turned and gave them the evil eye for using profanity in public.
    “You boys should be ashamed of yourselves using that language,” said the old lady. “You never know when the good Lord is going to take you.” She squinted her eyes and turned away.
    Pete whispered to Bobby, “That’s all I need. Someone making me feel like this is my last flight. Old hag.” Bobby turned and shushed him. Pete laughed.
    “Ladies and Gentlemen,” said the Flight Attendant through the intercom. “It is going to be a full flight today. Please have your ticket ready for me so that I can get everyone quickly moving along. We will board as quickly as possible in an orderly fashion. Thank you for flying out of Cheyenne Regional Airport. Have a safe trip and we look forward to seeing you again soon.” The Flight Attendant hung the microphone on the little hook sticking out of the side of the podium. She continued to collect tickets and smile from ear to ear at everyone boarding the plane. Pete and Bobby noticed quickly how amazingly sexy she looks in her flight attendant uniform. They practically drooled over here, but both knew there was nothing they could do. They are both happily married. Well, Bobby is happily married. Pete—not so much. Her name is ABBY HILL, according to the print on her nametag. Pete practically undressed her with his eyes, looking at her blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders and her breasts perked up in the perfect position. She must be at least a C cup, Pete thought. She looked at Pete and Bobby and smiled. They both shook their heads out of the daze and handed her their tickets.
    “Hi,” said Pete. “My name is...” He trailed off.
    “It’s okay, sweetie. Go ahead and get on the plane.” She smiled and winked at Pete. He just about lost control of himself as people stood around him. “I’ll see you inside.” She winked again. Bobby pushed Pete along into the walkway leading inside the plane.
    “I think I’m in love,” said Pete, practically drooling on himself. “I want her Bobby.”
    “I’m sure Darlene will have her over for dinner.” Bobby laughed, pushing Pete into the airplane.
    Near the back of the line, a man who looked to be in his early fifties stood waving his ticket in front of his face like a paper fan. He couldn’t get enough air to pass in front of his face to take away the hotness that seemed to be spreading across his entire body. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes several times. He breathed heavily and seemed to have the jitters. He swallowed hard and his eyes looked sunken in their sockets.
    “Are you alright?” said a young man who looked like he was ready to go hunting, wearing camouflaged overalls and a trucker hat.
    The older man turned around, gave a slight smile to the man with the trucker hat, and said, “I’m fine. I just ate something last night and I don’t feel good. Just a little jumpy right now...That’s all.”
    They moved closer to the flight attendant at the podium. “Well, if you start feeling rough let somebody know man. They’ll take care of you on here.” The man with the trucker hat put his hand out. “I’m Troy Olson by the way.”
    The man reached out and shook Troy’s hand. “I’m James Reed.”
    “Nice to meet you Mr. Reed. Looks like we’re