Chapter One
"So how long has it been?" Tammy said as she took a tequila gimlet from the flight attendant's perfectly manicured hand. "Since..." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh, let's see. Last one told me to get off of him because I was too heavy. Then he limped out of my bedroom and I never saw him again. That was about five years and twenty five pounds ago." I sipped a glass of red wine, and adjusted a foam pillow behind my head. "How about you?"
She glanced at her watch. "About forty five minutes ago."
"What!"
"Uh-huh. While you were asleep."
"With who?" I waved my fingers in the air. "Your handyman? The one with the spirit fingers?"
"The guy in the second to last row. The Pierce Brosnan look alike."
I peered over my aisle seat, and sure enough, a dead ringer for Pierce Brosnan stared back at me, twirling a Mont Blanc pen between his fingers. Tammy peered over the top of her seat and gave him a wide, red lipped toothy grin. He smiled back, inhaling as if he were trying to breathe in the scent of her. He brought his hand to his mouth and blew her a kiss. She ducked back into her seat, flipping her hair over one shoulder.
"Nice," I said. "I'd call you a tramp but I wish I was one too. Which lavatory?"
"The one on the left."
"I'll be sure to use the one on the right. You need a moist towelette?" I threw a handi-wipe into her lap.
"Oh, stop it," she giggled. "I'm single, and I'm going to make the most of my twenties. Or what's left of them. In two days, I'll turn the dirty thirty in old Par-ee, and you bet I'm going to make as many good memories out of this past decade that I possibly can. The flight attendant's cute too, isn't he?"
"Shouldn't you shower first?"
"I'm not going to seduce him," she said, slapping me on the elbow lightly and feigning shock. "I'm just saying he's cute. You should talk to him."
"And say what? Plus de steak s'il vous plaît? Got an extra steak back there?"
Tammy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You are way too hard on yourself."
"You mean way too soft," I snickered, gripping the belly roll under my blouse. "Looks aren't everything. Ask him if he lives in Paris. Or tell him he looks familiar, has he worked for another airline before? Make something up, for chrissake. Ask him what the craziest passenger's done during his shift."
"Sure. Then I'll tell him how last week I helped pull a needle out of some poor construction worker's eye during my shift at the ER. How it made me so ill I spent ten dollars for snacks from the vending machine. That's my life, Tammy. You get to meet gorgeous people and try free products and get treatments, and I deal with sick babies and shot up adults."
"That's why you make the big bucks," Tammy sang. "Would you just go and talk to him? Flirt a little. Keep the conversation light."
The flight attendant in question glanced up from his conversation in the refreshment station with the rest of the attendants staffing the first class cabin. He glanced at me and Tammy, before looking up again and meeting my eyes. He was bald, but handsome in an Ed Harris sort of way. Striking blue eyes and a nice broad physique. Some say there are a lot of cute guys out there who are "chubby chasers" but I'll be damned if I'd ever met one. I lifted up the paperback novel I was reading to cover my face.
"You've got more game than you let yourself believe, Ceci. If you quit being down on yourself, you'd be surprised what could happen." She shook her head and pulled the shades she had received in a complimentary night case emblazoned with the airline's logo. Her unzipped purse lay slouched over at her feet, filled with a bottle of personal lubricant and flat colorfully wrapped objects that weren't candy. I picked one up off the floor next to my feet. Slick Slip for Fussy Ladies. The package was empty and the wrapper was sticky with goo.
"Ugh!" I groaned I dropped the wrapper to the ground. Tammy snored softly in response.
The cabin lights dimmed and voices
"So how long has it been?" Tammy said as she took a tequila gimlet from the flight attendant's perfectly manicured hand. "Since..." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh, let's see. Last one told me to get off of him because I was too heavy. Then he limped out of my bedroom and I never saw him again. That was about five years and twenty five pounds ago." I sipped a glass of red wine, and adjusted a foam pillow behind my head. "How about you?"
She glanced at her watch. "About forty five minutes ago."
"What!"
"Uh-huh. While you were asleep."
"With who?" I waved my fingers in the air. "Your handyman? The one with the spirit fingers?"
"The guy in the second to last row. The Pierce Brosnan look alike."
I peered over my aisle seat, and sure enough, a dead ringer for Pierce Brosnan stared back at me, twirling a Mont Blanc pen between his fingers. Tammy peered over the top of her seat and gave him a wide, red lipped toothy grin. He smiled back, inhaling as if he were trying to breathe in the scent of her. He brought his hand to his mouth and blew her a kiss. She ducked back into her seat, flipping her hair over one shoulder.
"Nice," I said. "I'd call you a tramp but I wish I was one too. Which lavatory?"
"The one on the left."
"I'll be sure to use the one on the right. You need a moist towelette?" I threw a handi-wipe into her lap.
"Oh, stop it," she giggled. "I'm single, and I'm going to make the most of my twenties. Or what's left of them. In two days, I'll turn the dirty thirty in old Par-ee, and you bet I'm going to make as many good memories out of this past decade that I possibly can. The flight attendant's cute too, isn't he?"
"Shouldn't you shower first?"
"I'm not going to seduce him," she said, slapping me on the elbow lightly and feigning shock. "I'm just saying he's cute. You should talk to him."
"And say what? Plus de steak s'il vous plaît? Got an extra steak back there?"
Tammy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You are way too hard on yourself."
"You mean way too soft," I snickered, gripping the belly roll under my blouse. "Looks aren't everything. Ask him if he lives in Paris. Or tell him he looks familiar, has he worked for another airline before? Make something up, for chrissake. Ask him what the craziest passenger's done during his shift."
"Sure. Then I'll tell him how last week I helped pull a needle out of some poor construction worker's eye during my shift at the ER. How it made me so ill I spent ten dollars for snacks from the vending machine. That's my life, Tammy. You get to meet gorgeous people and try free products and get treatments, and I deal with sick babies and shot up adults."
"That's why you make the big bucks," Tammy sang. "Would you just go and talk to him? Flirt a little. Keep the conversation light."
The flight attendant in question glanced up from his conversation in the refreshment station with the rest of the attendants staffing the first class cabin. He glanced at me and Tammy, before looking up again and meeting my eyes. He was bald, but handsome in an Ed Harris sort of way. Striking blue eyes and a nice broad physique. Some say there are a lot of cute guys out there who are "chubby chasers" but I'll be damned if I'd ever met one. I lifted up the paperback novel I was reading to cover my face.
"You've got more game than you let yourself believe, Ceci. If you quit being down on yourself, you'd be surprised what could happen." She shook her head and pulled the shades she had received in a complimentary night case emblazoned with the airline's logo. Her unzipped purse lay slouched over at her feet, filled with a bottle of personal lubricant and flat colorfully wrapped objects that weren't candy. I picked one up off the floor next to my feet. Slick Slip for Fussy Ladies. The package was empty and the wrapper was sticky with goo.
"Ugh!" I groaned I dropped the wrapper to the ground. Tammy snored softly in response.
The cabin lights dimmed and voices
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