You press your crotch into her stomach, eliciting another muted moan. XXX That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. Now isn’t the best time for a boner. Your head spins as you try to come up with something, some contraption you can use to fix the lock, but all you have at your disposal is toilet paper, a broken latch, soap, and a distressed woman. Maybe…lust. Then the flight attendant says, “Do you need me to do something?”
She sighs and rolls her wide brown eyes at you. But you don’t care. She sounds genuinely hurt. “Not talking, hm?” you say. She’s much closer to you now. I don’t need any of it.”
An almost panicked expression appears on her face. Like a green jellybean could be pear-flavoured, or booger-flavoured.”
She scrunches up her nose in disgust.
