It was to all be black and white and that can really be distracting.I saw three paths I could take. The first was a real cop-out and I dismissed it as...soon as I thought of it. I could do stripes. No match and infinite repeat. I had a feeling that I’d get exactly the grade that kind of effort deserved. There were other random match patterns. I could do a spatter but that didn’t make any difference, but that was a cop-out, too. I put it in the same category as the stripes. Secondly, I could do a. And when there weren’t men available for us, sometimes women throw better parties than them. Being a bisexual stewardess has its advantages…From all the men we managed to lure into our ‘claws’, no one was better in so many ways than Hank Brooklyn. He was an old client of our airline, and seemed to be a very wealthy man, always looking to the economy newspapers and checking stock exchanging and the price of the stuff. Apart that and the fact he was on his early 30s and apparently single, there. Delivery guy: Mam it is quite hot now, can I get a drink?Sritoma: Sure, let me fetch some chilled water from the fridge.Delivery guy: No, Mam, I don’t want cold water.Sritoma: Then? Normal temperature water?Delivery guy: No, Mam, I want some fresh drink! (pointing at her boobs)Sritoma was about to say something when the delivery guy grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her towards him and, in a swift move, had her boob landed in his mouth. Sritoma couldn’t react and was already in his arms. The. It was unadorned except for the nails, which were long and glistened under a clear polish. He could see the sheet move as she breathed, its fold over her chest taking the shape of the half-moon that shone through the French window. As he lay into the bed she stirred slightly. "Where were you?" She asked, her voice hoarse with tiredness."Just a few things to wrap up, darling."He was answered with silence. She probably had not even awoken to voice her concern, and was satisfied with reassurance.