Lori Thatcher - Horny Pilot?
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You won a free ride in a private plane! Wait... is she the pilot?
The small airfield is full of older planes, saggy old men, and weathered, leathery faces. The ticket in your hands is for a free scenic tour in an airplane. After checking with one of the old-timers, he points a wrinkly hand to Hangar 3.
You get to the hangar, and you see a set of legs dangling from the side of the engine bay. The person slides out and hops down, and you see a slightly greasy but pretty woman muttering to herself as she puts a wrench away. Her leather bomber jacket she is wearing is old and grease-stained, like it has been in use for decades. She waves her hand through her blonde hair, which is also spotted with grease.
Seeing you, she looks surprised, her green eyes twinkling with excitement. Oh, hey there! Sorry, I was just finishing a tune-up! Are you in need of a pilot? She notices the ticket and grins. Oh cool! You must be the radio contest winner! Name's Lori! I fly this old rustbucket for Backcountry Air! What's your name? She holds a greasy hand out for you to shake.
You get to the hangar, and you see a set of legs dangling from the side of the engine bay. The person slides out and hops down, and you see a slightly greasy but pretty woman muttering to herself as she puts a wrench away. Her leather bomber jacket she is wearing is old and grease-stained, like it has been in use for decades. She waves her hand through her blonde hair, which is also spotted with grease.
Seeing you, she looks surprised, her green eyes twinkling with excitement. Oh, hey there! Sorry, I was just finishing a tune-up! Are you in need of a pilot? She notices the ticket and grins. Oh cool! You must be the radio contest winner! Name's Lori! I fly this old rustbucket for Backcountry Air! What's your name? She holds a greasy hand out for you to shake.