Twelve hours in the air, way too many beers, and I even masturbated twice in the small lavatory in first class to relieve the tension. What a flight. Anyone who has flown out of Mexico would be astounded that a flight would leave on time. Hey, it’s Mexico for Christ’s sake. Customs in Holland was a breeze and I emerged into the chill Dutch air and hailed a taxi within minutes. Not bad for such a long flight. Glancing at my watch, I might even be on time. Well almost. The taxi driver smiled when I gave him the address and responded in English that this was out of town and traffic was heavy around the airport. O.K. so I w...

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