”I planned to ignore that. Joel wasn’t happy. I don’t think Belinda was either. However, Belinda was taking a cue from me and not showing her ir...itation. I hoped they would go back to their chairs or find someone else to converse with.Mallory said, “Steve, don’t you like my body?”I sighed. “Mallory, you need to let it go. I’ve never gone with you and am even less inclined now that I’m engaged.” She had been drinking because her voice had a slur to it.Joel said, “You don’t think my wife is. " Jessica's voice trailed off. For several moments we sat in silence, pondering oursituation. Then Jessica picked me up suddenly andbrought me up to her eye level. "Lee, do you trustme?" "Yes..." "Are you willing to submit to me for the rest of yourlife?" A bit of an unexpected question, that one. Alsopretty demanding. Nevertheless, I answered, "Yes." "Then I think I might have an idea. I think thiscould help us both." With that, she stuffed me into her vagina again andclosed it all the way. In. Too, I thought. But he hasn't made any moves. Don't get me wrong, I haven't expected any, necessarily. We've only been together a month, after all. But the other night, while we were kissing, I reached my hand down his pants, and I knew he'd be skittish, and, well ... he was." Oook. Maybe he just doesn't like it when the girl makes the first move." But why hasn't he made any? I'm not ugly, I know that, but this is doing nothing for my self-esteem." Do you think maybe he's gay?" Argh! Don't say. One picked up a microphone and began his spiel about those boarding will do it by rows and to please remain behind the barrier until your row is called to board. A haggard looking line attendant opened the door from outside the tunnel and a wave of hot, humid air, flavored with the scent of burned kerosene, rolled across the concourse and hit me in the face bringing a new wave of perspiration to my brow.As I glanced back out to the plane, I could see indistinct bodies moving towards the front.