Anyway, what goes in, must come out. Sadly, I wasn't the only one feeling that urge: There was a long queue already forming in front of the bathroom. ...Okay," I think, "there's gotta be more than one on this plane." So I go down the aisles through some other compartments where things didn't look any better.I finally go to the business class section. You'll notice it right away: Different carpet, different seats, broader aisles and somehow quieter. I must've looked a little lost, as a stewardess. All you have to do isstop trying so hard to sound like a man and you'll be fine. You speakwith plenty of animation in your voice as it is. Just take it slowly andsoftly and you'll have no trouble, I assure you."I mulled over what Peggy had said and realized that she was right on allcounts. There might have been a time when her comments about my voicemight have embarrassed me, but therapy had been a big help there. We hadanticipated the 'name thing' in one of my sessions with Dr. Hansen and soI. Not quickly, but just fast enough to make her release a torrent of liquid like none other.It must be from her strong muscles from being a runner, but she squirted a stream of liquid up over hubby's head and it continued to pour out of her for several seconds. The whole time it was coming out of her, her body was tense and tight, her hips raised off the bed, and it was coming out of her like a powerful water cannon.As her hips lowered and the squirting started to subside, hubby roughly rubbed. She laughed and wriggled her boob against my hand, out of the corner of my eye I saw the mob staring at us wide eyed, their eyes followed us as we started dancing to the slow beat Pointers always played. With my mother pressed close to me I felt strangely excited, mentally chiding myself I took a deep breath in an effort to still my rising excitement."The mob's watching." mum whispered in my ear as she pretended to nuzzle it "How about sliding your hands down to my bum."Without replying I did.