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I stashed the box in the overhead compartment and was busy unpacking my briefcase when the business woman sat in seat 1B. I know it's customary to bury our noses in our Kindles, but since we've already informally met perhaps we can chat for a bit." I put down my Kindle and focused on her face.
"I guess we are seatmates now as well." She extended her right hand to me. She had a beautiful disarming smile framed by an oval face.
All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.
***** Prologue Flying is definitely an exercise in masochism.
As I was drawing off a bottle of water two other people joined me on the floor, a college aged woman with a backpack and a business woman like myself.
The business woman was deep into her phone so the college aged woman spoke up first.
I was excited to see that the business woman queued up behind me while the college aged woman went to the back of the coach line.
Before I entered the jetway I was given a box with wine in it.
I put on my uncomfortable shoes, even more so with my feet swelling from my extended stay on the floor, and headed to the first class boarding line.
She had a pair of Stuart Weitzman black pumps, my favorites as well, sitting next to her bare feet.
The business woman and the college woman got into an extended conversation where I was a bystander due to my feigned ignorance, ranging from the Churchill War Rooms, Harrods (and whether it was really worth the trip - - it is) and a weekend in the Cotswolds.
I was at the Toronto airport awaiting my flight to London.
It was scheduled to board in 45 minutes, and that was when I got the first hint that something was amiss.
Looking at me she broke the ice by asking "Why are you going to London?