As attractive as she was, she probably got hit on often and I wasn't going to be one of those who bothered her on a flight.I did move her arm back whe... she stretched in her sleep and it ended up in my lap. After I moved it, I remembered a flight many, many years ago when my girlfriend at the time did something similar, under a blanket, only I didn't move her hand back. Thankfully that day I was in jeans so the cum stain wasn't visible. I also thought about where my hand had been and the sweet. She smelled like sandlewood and I repressed the urge to breathe her in. And then she was gone. I stood there for a few minutes, flummoxed. I ran into my room, digging through my closet to decide what to wear. After realizing that absolutely nothing in my closet made the cut, I decided on just some hip hugging jeans and a dark blue peasant blouse. I showered, washing,rewashing, and shaving. I put on lotion, perfume, brushed my hair and knew it was best to just let it be wild rather than. “Well, you see, I sort of followed her, and- well, here.” She fished the remote - his remote - out of a pocket and handed it over.Jake felt angry and disappointed at the same time. “Petra, this… you can’t just steal a thing like this without asking. What else did you do?”“Well… there was this thing with Jeremy.”“What ‘thing’?”“This thing where he found out about us and tried to blackmail me into fucking him.”Jake blanched. “Why didn’t you tell me about that?”“Because I handled it. He hasn’t so. Last Saturday began the same way as all the others of late. My wife, Liz, had taken our twelve year old daughter to her weekly netball game, yet again losing the battle with Natalie to take her across the Harbour to North Sydney on the ferry. I tried to reassure Liz that it was in fact the quickest way when she kissed me goodbye, but she wasn’t having any of it. “Your daughter,” she scowled in mock accusation as she stabbed her finger into my chest on the way out the door. I smacked her ass.