Quick Hop

Quick HopDrucker didn't like people drinking in his airplane. Especially women."Nip?" she wheedled, reaching around with the wildly sloshing pint from the bucket seat behind him. There was no hope of holding it steady against the sway of the plane, so she let it waft back and forth under his nose like a giant bottle of scent. When he crinkled his nostrils, just barely, she giggled. "Dingdong," she belled over the tattoo of the motor. "Avon calling.""Take it bac...