It was not that she minded, not that this was happening against her will...it was just..happening. This must be what weightlessness is like, she thou...ht.Looking back toward Ayla, she saw that even Miss Alt was paying occasional attention now. Mmmm, Ariel thought, that’s nice, though she wasn’t really certain exactly what she was thinking of. Simply letting her body go, letting it do things without her getting in the way, she found her left arm, as she moved with the music, sliding inside her. That was just one scenario.I ran the situation through my logic program and the only thing that made any more sense was that Althea wanted something from me. If she had opposed the project just on it's merits, she should not have let it be known that it was personal. No she wanted the meeting as much as I did. I just had to play along to find out what she wanted.The best I could tell she was the god mother of the black good guys. There was probably a thug god father as well. I had no idea. If. This young woman was extremely career oriented, which didn't make for development of personal relations. She was using me for sex because she trusted me, and we were already “partners” in the things she considered important in her life. All of which worked out well for both of us, and actually made our work more effective since the tension between man and woman was acknowledged and handled. No stress, sub-conscious or otherwise. She came over a few times, off duty and went for walks with me in. Even though I could not stroke his manhood under the blanket I could still throw some hot glances from my seat to my boss. After a very delicious lunch with lots of Champagne and Bordeaux wine, they closed the shades and the two other passengers who were sitting in the first row reclined their seats and took a nap. I was too excited about being treated like a queen by the flight attendant to be tired. When she had fulfilled all my culinary wishes, there was just one thing I wanted to do: have.