There; I’ve said it.You see, to be honest dear reader, I’d already developed a taste for dogs when I was around fifteen; before Dan came to stay.I...was the only child of a working mother; living way out in the suburbs. There were no amusements and by the time I was fourteen, so mother had finally given-in to my pestering for a dog.I remember the bright sunny day we drove out to some dog kennels where unwanted dogs could be paired up with a new owner.We were shown round the place by old Ken. He did not head straight up immediately, but got another drink first and then sauntered up at a leisurely pace. He didn't want his Mother to think anything was up. Not that he thought she would notice anyway but he had to be sure.When he reached his room, he was relieved to see he had not opened his curtains that morning. There was a small gap, maybe two inches wide in the centre and he thanked his lucky stars. Exchanging his sunglasses for the binoculars resting on his desk, he shut his door. She was a lovely woman and was being very nice to me. We were actually talking like buddies and friends and i felt it was not appropriate to go ahead with my plan. I could see a good friend in her and didn’t want to spoil my relationship. Just as i thought this, she got up to get an ashtray for me and her shawl slipped off her. Although its been like 14 years now but i can still clearly recall what i saw. As she got up, the shawl dropped on the floor. Her figure underneath the thin and a bit. For months I’d had a bothersome pain in the lower part of my belly, and to put it delicately I’d had a change in pattern down there, and more than one FO had griped about flatulence issues in the cockpit. Small, enclosed spaces are, generally speaking, not the greatest place to float dank air muffins, and flying west across the Atlantic in daytime will earn you a place in the doghouse, no matter your seniority, when you’re ‘cutting cheese’ every ten minutes. Air conditioning systems struggle to.