you read the last post yes?
So I start the next bit... it's getting hotter... type furiously, thanking all the gods you can't hear the clatter of keys over the engines (or the guy snoring 3 seats down. No wonder you're given noise reducing headsets). Finish my water. Breath deeply and get my pulse rate back to normal.
Does she,or doesn't she accept what they want?
Will she, or won't she do as they ask?
Can she, or can't she accept their ultimatums?
Ah that would be telling.
So half an hour later, after I'd started this bit, I trot off to the bar...(remember, I'm bragging, Virgin upper class has a bar in it!) for a glass of ice cold bubbly... I'm past the water stage by now! Only fizz will do.
The cabin crew are lovely. Most passengers are asleep, a few are watching movies, I seem to be one of the few people awake.
"Are you writing?" I'm asked as I take rather a large gulp of champagne. I nod, It's rude to spray cabin crew with fizz, and anyway that would be a waste of good Lanson Black Label (or whichever)
There's a laugh.
"Hot stuff? " I nod again, swallow and speak."Yes, why?"
"Your'e the lady in seat **?"
Now I wonder if I'm going to be arrested for indecent writing on a long haul Virgin flight. Maybe you can only write about Virgins on Virgin! lol.
I agree reluctantly. "That's me"
Sniggers from cabin crew.
"Well the guys over there, in seats ** and ** want to know what happened after she got on to the bed."