Gary was pulled out of his world by a tap on his shoulder.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" the heavily made up air hostess asked. She looked like a tangerine, and her lips were fire engine red.

"Yeah, can I have an orange juice and a BLT sandwich?" he asked, trying to sound normal.

"Sure thing," she replied, bending down to give him a perfect view of her - admittedly nice - ass. When she turned around, she put the food and juice on the table, but bent down so low as she did, her cleavage was right in front of him.

"Anything else, hon?" she asked. Gary just shook his head, and she went on to the next unsuspecting victim.

He took a minute to look at Rachel. She was curled up, either asleep or pretending to be. She'd never be as open as she was now.