“Would you like to switch seats? You might have an easier time in the window seat, and I can’t ever sleep on planes anyway,” Brian says. That ma... have been the first kind thing he said this week.Amy would gladly switch with him. She declines his offer, “I couldn’t possibly,” expecting that he would offer again, but he doesn’t.Ten minutes and two glasses of airline wine later, Amy is still twisting and turning. She comments on how it’s difficult to sleep in the aisle seat without a wall to lean. "Amy, I know it is too much to ask but can I, ummm..... take a look?"I knew where this was going. In serious tone I asked, "Take a look at what, Nicole?" Ummmm... you know, his.. his penis. Please Amy, please, just once." Nicole pleaded.I was furious. I wanted to yell at her, but Master was sleeping. I tried to keep my voice down, "Nicole, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Oh come on Amy. We are friends, right? Just a peek won't hurt. I just wanted to confirm whether you were telling the truth. Usually it was piled up with garbage bags and stacks of newspaper and magazines and other junk. We headed up the stairs to Natman and Roger’s room. Roger was sitting on his leather couch with some girl I’ve never seen before. His frat banner which usually hung above the couch was down and folded in the corner. “What are you guys up to?” I asked after I slapped Roger’s hand and waved politely at the girl. She was wearing a short skirt and a sweater. She was very pretty. She had. Fuck, I’ve never had a girl leave me completely speechless. “Nothing. I’m not paying you to speak. I just need someone to rub lotion on me and fetch me drinks. That’s not too hard for you, is it?” “No, ma’am. Not at all.” “Good, also, you can’t wear that.” “I can’t wear this?” I ask. She raises an eyebrow at me. “That’s what I just said. Your mother said you were smart. I’m starting to think she’s full of shit. You can either wear a speedo I’ve got or nothing at all. Personally, I’d prefer.