I’d had her for English, but she was sort of strict about punctuation and made us read Shakespeare.“What are you doing now?” she asked as we par...ed.And not a half-hour later she and Ms. Rennick found me on the nature trail. “Let’s get a move on, Chris. This place has a million things to see,” Ms. Barton acting like this was summer school.Ms. Rennick gave me a wink, as maybe not all teachers are that excited about biology, or whatever.We only made it part way around the loop, Ms. Barton pointing. No honey, I know how it feels sometimes. No, ya, not true…that was his fault and you know it, Rick was a tool.” I just so happened to turn around at the bathroom door and caught her staring at me as she talked. “Oh please. I know for a fact you won’t have any trouble. No, don’t worry, he’s perfectly capable. Shush,” she giggled girlishly, “did you really? So what did you do last weekend anyways?” I stopped listening at that point, stepping fully into the bathroom and closing the door behind. Then very softly, I barely caught it, Dr. Livingston said, "Yes."I heard footsteps and someone groan. "Tell me!" bellowed Dr. Livingston.He must have been programmed to check on anything the others said if I had gotten to one or more of them and somehow freed them.That was smart.Focusing on Michael, I thought, "Tell him the truth. Make him come out and see for himself."From inside I heard, "What was that? Who thought that?"I should have realized that he would hear me.More movement could be. Believe me. First class is great ... except ... some first class passengers can be annoying. They seem to feel that unescorted females are on board for their enjoyment. The not so subtle hints and sexual innuendo by two of the men was not welcome.It is my understanding that men who are THAT important have private aircraft. Two of us complained. The flight attendant took our complaints to the cockpit.It wasn’t a tussle or even a verbal assault but we took a little side flight to Bandar Seri.