happy Monday, gang.
c'est, great scenario.
I was envisioning Mandy dressed as she is crossing and uncrossing her legs in the first row of the passenger section, and so completely distracting the pilot and co pilot they became disoriented and were ****** to crash land in a patch of oasis in a desert, the nearest city tantalizingly close but unreachable by a wide gorge. Everything was fine-- the crew survived, only to fight to the death over who got to 'claim' our heroine. Shocked, she bonked both men on the head, hauled them aboard with deceptive ease borne of long hours in the gym, and emerged into the sunlight to begin a serious bout of what she had just read on her smart phone was the week du jour: examine your clitoris week!
tomorrow: an army of Ms. Mandy's fans arrive to save her, having stolen the Shield helicarrier...