Homemade storymatic

The jet leaves at 9am, your appointment is at 1pm, and you will retire to dinner with your father at 6 pm at Bellevue; a driver will pick you up to take you there. My assistant Ivanna listed off my schedule as i was ruffling through my duffle looking for my ipod. I looked up at her in her wrinkle free professional attire. A perfectly pressed white shirt pared with a gray tweed skirt and matching jacket. Compared to my long tunic and black yoga pants, an outfit closely resembling pajamas, I would say she was overdressed. I rolled my eyes as she carefully filed the papers into her planner and began to check her emails. You know, I said, you dont have to tell me about the jet leaving at nine since we are already on it. She gave me a look and turned back to her emails. In that moment i heard the familiar sounds of the engine revving up and the jet propellers starting to spin. I grabbed a water from my bag and sunk lower into the soft black leather chair. I lay there waiting for the ding. I picked up a magazine labeled hottest trends and began reading about the importance of accessorizing when I heard that friendly ding. I dropped the magazine and rushed to the front of the aircraft. Our pilot is named Jon Gustav, he is a middle aged man with a warm and comforting aura to him. I travel to the Czech Republic every other month to stay with my papa. He started working there when I was in 4th grade and I have known Jon ever since. I love sitting with him in the front of the plane; he tells me stories about himself when he was younger and about his troublesome brothers. Today he filled my head with a story that I am skeptical to its validity; it was about a camping trip he took with his brother Halrk and they killed a bear with their bare hands. As the thrilling tale came to an end so did our flight. Before i knew it i was packing all my things into a black Cadillac and on my way to an appointment my papa's new wife had scheduled me. Her name was Milania and was from the Czech Republic,she was a women who liked to be taken care of. She always had herself pulled together and looking her best. I had never even seen her with chipped nail polish. But she wasn't frigid like Ivanna, she was very accommodating and helpful but I really dont know her that well. She claimed this spa she was sending me to, Karlovy Vary, was a hidden gem of her home. My driver stopped at a tall white marble building with green vines slowly trying to climb the base. He got out to open my door, and as i looked up i was taken back at his age. He had to be only a few years older or the same age as me. With wide searching eyes I shook his hand and we exchanged names. I walked into the spa in a dreamy state. I had just met Erik, tall, blonde, green eyed, and handsome, and he would be driving me around Prague for a month! With the cool rush of air conditioning on my skin and the clean white styling of the spa around me only amplified the dream state Erik had induced me in. I slowly walked up to the reception desk, still smiling to myself, and gave the lady my name- Lillian Remmus. She nodded and man came to direct me into the room with a deep chair. This is where he would give me a facial and the pampering would continue. I believe his name was Drahhoslav, something very slovak. Anyway let me tell you, he can give a wicked massage.