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of his ears like teakettles in an old black-and-white cartoon.
    He gripped the shaft of my vagina and stroked it gently, the sack of my pussy bouncing with the rhythm of his kisses on my thighs, the stubble on his cheek brushing the stubble of my legs. I grabbed a handful of the toilet paper and wrapped it around me, rubbing it against my heaving chest. With his teeth he chewed off my panties and jeans, all the way down to my pumps. Using the toilet paper dispenser as leverage, I kicked my clothes off beside the toilet into a second puddle on floor. Then, he began to tell a parable with his tongue, specifically the story by Jesus of planting the seeds. The man could plant his seed in me, but thankfully, nothing shall ever grow, due to pesticides.
    “Mysterious stranger,” I asked, “what is your name?
    He pulled his face out of my crotch. “My name is Les Fondelier, and I’ll be serving you hot roasted nuts on this flight.”
    He stood up and kissed me on the ass hole with his soft lips. We shared my own juices. I really wished he was a pilot, but a flight attendant is good enough, right? Right? Regardless, I starved for a wiener, anything to satisfy my hunger.
    “Do you have a safety device?” I asked him.
    “No, but if you sit in an upright position, everything should be fine.”
    “Press my call button,” I whispered in his ear. He sat me down on the toilet and pulled out his cock, short and fat with foreskin red and wrinkly like a beautiful Shar Pei drooling for its master’s attention. With each arm, he pulled my legs straight up into the air. A trail of urine-soaked toilet paper was attached to my left big toe. He spread my wings. I was flying miles high. I closed my eyes and I was free as a bird, gliding through the summer air, swooping as a juicy worm fed my beak, or like a mother bird regurgitating for its babies.
    Flush! Flush!
    The toilet’s motion detector went berserk, as did mine. Water sprayed my crack over and over again in ecstasy. My entire bottom was wet, but not all of it was water. Suddenly, not long after takeoff, he began shouting, “Boarding! Boarding!” until he climaxed in my cockpit, his engines huffing and puffing, then puttering out of gas. I wasn’t flying virgin, but we were united.
    We reached our destination.
    He pulled out, shaking his cock clean, as I wiped myself with the toilet paper decorating my torso. While he was hunched over pulling his pants back up, the light hit the pin on his lapel. At first I thought it was a pair of wings, as he did fly in planes every day, but I recognized the Diamond Club symbol.
    “The Diamond Club?” I blurted out.
    “What?” he asked. “Oh this!” He laughed. “I stop by on the weekends whenever I’m in town. You can buy these at the coat check. I guess you make your way to the Diamond Club, too?”
    “Yeah, every now and then,” I admitted sheepishly. I finally recognized him. He frequented the place more than just on weekends. He was the son of Dia Monde, the owner of the Diamond Club. He knew everything that goes on there, when he wasn’t picking up chicks to sex. Perhaps I was getting too familiar with the establishment. Here I was, having semi-anonymous sex with whom I thought was a stranger, but I could tell he knew who I was. I needed to be more careful about my comings and goings, to take note of who knows exactly what I’m up to. I don’t want to ruin my already tenuous relationships. Now, though, there was no escaping.
    “Thank you for choosing Air Fondelier,” he said buckling up.
    “Wait,” I said. I reached into my purse on the floor and pulled out a wad of cash. “Here’s something for your troubles.”
    I handed the money over. He looked at me, winked, and walked away. Maybe this would be enough to keep him quiet.
    I sat there on the toilet, quiet. I could hear him wash his hands, then leave. Clack! Clack!
    I missed my flight by a full hour, but I was no longer hungry. I decided to go back to work without