Chapter 3
“Well, fuck,” Jack bleated with difficulty.
“Yes, let’s!” the woman begged, before putting her lips back on his.
The steward was beside her, and he pulled her back into her seat and buckled her seatbelt. He reached across and aimed at Jack’s crotch to check if his belt was buckled. “If you want to join the mile-high club, I’m cuter than she is,” said the steward, whose name tag said Ryan, smiling through gritted teeth. “If we don’t die, meet me in the airport restroom.”
Jack laughed, knowing he must be joking because airports had so many bathrooms, and then vomited soundly all over the woman, who was reaching across to the window once again. So, at least, he thought, I didn’t get it on myself, there’s that.