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The plane could see the lights of the train in the distance. Through the clouds of love and desire, it made it's approach closer and closer to temptation. The train's engine was being stoked by the driver, rising the temperatures and causing the pressure of the steam to build internally. The train gripped tightly to the rails, holding on as the speed and anticipation grew. It could see the tunnel ahead, dark, moist, and deep into the mountain. The train controlled it's speed so as not to lose control during the careful entrance into the tight tunnel, harder and faster it went into the depths. The mountain now fully enveloping it. It couldn't see anything around it, yet it could feel everything. Just when it thought it could take no more it burst out the other side, erupting hot steam as the driver blew it's horn. The plane watched all of this happening from above. Now it was the jumbo's turn. The runway below, called out temptingly to it. Flashing, flickering in it's desire to have the plane come down it's runway. The pilot lifted the flaps and got the landing gear out and ready - locked hard into place. He eased back and carefully guided the beast into the enticing welcome of the runway. Smoke billowed from the wheels as they accomplished touch down, and the plane glided to an easy stop.....
....My Mummy told me so 
It's all the sick, perverted people out there who twist my words around.....
Ok, you've totally lost me 
Hi Brittany! 
