Two pilots were reminiscing about a favourite passenger, the South African travel writer Sandy Evens. Clearly, they had both been intimate with her an... had enjoyed her company. Deborah Thomas, one of the most proper Cabin Services Directors, overheard them.“Are you talking about Sandy Evens?”They admitted they were.“She came into the galley one night on our way down to Cape Town, said she was looking for an aspirin. She grabbed my arse and gave me a kiss. After we landed she invited me to her. She had on a short skirt with a long split and to top it off she had on white high heels. I let her in and showed her what she would be doing for Granpa, giving meds, baths, and prepaing meals but I couldn't help staring at her awesome ass filling out that skirt and those tits were to die for. Finally I asked did she have any questions for me, and she responded by asking me was I married or had a girlfriend. Neither, I said and watched her size me up from head to toe, after you get Granpa. You didn’t really respond at all. So I did my usual. I pouted. I took a book and a beer and went to bed. I woke up a few hours later with my bookmark lost and my half empty beer warm on the nightstand. You weren’t there, so I went looking for you. I found you in your chair, eyes closed, breathing softly. To the untrained eye, it would appear you had fallen asleep there. But my eye is not untrained. You are the lightest sleeper I know. When I roll over in bed and wrap up behind you, you always. After about fifteen minutes, she was replaced by another girl. Not bad, he thought to himself. Jason ordered another beer and a shot of whiskey. Normally, he stuck with beer, but he was just in a whiskey kind of mood after the fight. He just couldn’t understand how Cheryl could not see the risk in moving to another job at a company that had not even been in business a year. He had been with his current company since he graduated from college, working his way up the ladder to his current.