"Sarah," I asked. "What did Nicola do that weekend after she got the email?"Silence. A long silence.I broke it. "She went to Paris with him, didn't sh...?" She was upset and despondent, and I said 'Why waste it?' I told her to go; I thought it would cheer her up. Apparently the weekend was a total disaster."Here we go again. I thought.Nicola was still bad news. She was beautiful, she was intelligent, she was affectionate, and certainly highly desirable, but chaos always ensued for me when she was. He realized that he'd been wakened by her crawling into bed with him."Good morning," Joan whispered, and kissed him."Good morning," Sam said sleepily. "What time is it?" Early." Joan pressed closer to him, and he put an arm around her. "I guess your plan worked. About Mom." Yeah," he said, and grinned at the memory. "I'd say it worked pretty well."They had been trying to keep their voices down, but at this point Caroline stirred and woke. She, too, looked confused for a moment, then remembered. Each time I popped back into thegalley area and Jennifer was there she would feel my ass or give me alittle kiss, getting me more and more worked up. I was getting wetter andwetter just thinking about what I would like to do with her.About three hours into the flight we had served all the meals and thingsseemed to be settling down, most of the passengers either watching the filmor drifting off to sleep for the rest of the flight and this gave us anopportunity to get a little rest. I wandered. “You’re bedroom, silly,” she said, her lips splitting in an even bigger grin that again revealed the braces on her teeth with tiny, blue rubber bands on them. “You know, the room you fuck in.”“Excuse me,” I said.I opened the door again, taking a quick look outside. I closed and locked it before looking her in the face again.“What were you looking for?” she asked.“The cameras, the cops or the ambulance,” I said.“What?” she asked.“The cameras and cops that mean I’m busted, or the ambulance that.