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Commuting from Heathrow to JFK on a weekly basis becomes part of the routine, Gail thought to herself as she boarded flight BA 102 from on the Friday night. Another weekend of catching up on work and maybe the theatre with friends on Saturday night was the bleak outlook staring her in the face. How did I get myself into this position of work in London , stay in New York and spend half my goddamn life on a plane? The BA flight on a Friday night is always full and with the extended business class booked solid it makes for a hectic boarding process with lots of passengers bumping into each other trying to get settled for the 6 hours that they were going to spend in close proximity of each other. The fact that it was raining in London and the resultant wet raincoats and jackets being flung about made already flared tempers even more brittle. Gail was a Management consultant doing a 3-year project for a global oil company assessing the impact of North Sea drilling. Working with men came easy to her, growing up in the family of four brothers and a mom that died when she was 16. One of her fondest memories was playing football in the park with her brothers and cousins and the inevitable rough and tumble. “All I need now is for some drunken lout to sit next to me,” Gail said to herself as she plonked herself down in her window seat. Kicking her shoes off and adjusting the seat back she started to settle down with a magazine waiting for the doors to be secured and the plane to taxi out of the bay. “Excuse me” a voice interrupted bursa escort her. “I think you are in my seat” Instantly irritated she looked up and replied, “I don’t think so what’s your number” The man looking down at her was wet and obviously not in a good mood she thought as they both looked at their boarding passes. “Fuck it” Gail, thought as she realised she was in the wrong seat. “I am sorry, let me get my stuff,” she said as she scrambled for her shoes and bag. “Don’t worry, I am happy to take the aisle seat” the wet stranger replied. “You sure” Gail answered praying that he was. “Of course, it’s not a problem really,” he said as he stretched up to dump his bags in the overhead locker. Observing him from the corner of her eye Gail saw the tall rugged looking man get himself settled next to her. He must be about 35 she thought, nice hands with clean fingernails wet hair dripping into his neck. 5 o’clock stubble disguised a scar next to his mouth and she wondered how that got there. “My name is Paul” the stranger introduced himself. “Gail, from New York ” she replied instantly berating herself for giving more info that she wanted. Well, Gail from New York are you returning from work or play Paul asked. Work actually, I live in NY and commute into London every week, what about you? “Live in London but get to play in NY every now and then. I lecture economics in the summer at Harvard” Gail noticed a lack of a ring on the ring finger but a dull white band indicated that a ring must have been bursa escort bayan there not so long ago. Noticing the direction of her gaze Paul said. “Yes, divorced in the winter”. “Sorry didn’t mean to stare” Gail replied. “Long story with a bloody finish is probably the best summary I can give you,” Paul said. The captain announcing that they would be taking of and the normal but senseless announcements that nobody pays attention to interrupted their idle chitchat. The take of was uneventful and both Gail and Paul settled down with their own thoughts. “I wonder how old she is, because she is really hot,” Paul thought. “Don’t even go there big boy” he cautioned himself but could not help stealing a glimpse of the long legs stretched out next to him. The black pants were stylishly cut, the stocking clad feet did not hide the bright red toenails and the hands resting in the lap had long sensual fingers with a freshly done French manicure. The absence of a ring on the appropriate finger made him smile. “He must be about 35,” Gail was thinking while trying to see more of the passenger next to her. He definitely has a professorial air around him but there is something else that unconsciously intrigued her she admitted. His hands kept on drawing her attention, strong hands but with a sensual tone to them. Tanned but not in a salon kind of way. Way to dark for a pasty academic she thought. As the plane levelled out and the seat belt lights blinked out the crew started coming around with drinks. Gail ordered her regular bloody escort bursa Mary and Paul a scotch/ rocks. Dinner consisted of the “slightly upgraded from Economy class food” and both pushed it around the plates without much pleasure. “If you could have any meal in any place, were would you be now” Paul asked her quietly. “I don’t know” she replied, “what about you?” I would want to be in a small little restaurant on the harbour wall in a village called Hermanus in South Africa . They serve the best Oysters on ice with local Champagne and the view is stunning. Mountains on the one side, cliffs falling into the sea and the coastline stretch for miles as far as you can see. “I know” Gail replied, “I would want to be in the South of France in a village called St Paul de Vance, little artist community and the local food is great. The best time to be there is late summer afternoons when the men play boulles and you can sit with a pastis and soak up the sun. “And the meal” Paul asked. O, that will have to be the local poultry dish, I cannot remember what they call it but it has lots of wine, garlic and small onions in. That with a good red wine. That is what I would want right now. After dinner, the crew dimmed the lights and Gail made a quick run to the bathroom to freshen up before trying to get some sleep. Paul was reading a book and got up when she returned to allow her to get to her seat. Brushing past him the plane hit an air pocket and both grabbed at each other to keep from falling. The contact was electrifying and lasted a bit longer than necessary. Suddenly all flustered and blushing both sank into their seats without saying a word. Paul mumbled something and got up to go to the bathroom and Gail had a moment to gather her thoughts.
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