The business section was filled with men and women on their way to Europe. They would land early in the morning and immediately meet clients. She entered the first-class section and stopped to chat with a couple near the rear. The section was less than half full, tourists on their way to a holiday. She casually walked forward and sat next to Macho Man. A full moon shone in the small window, illuminating him and falling partially on her. "What's a guy like you doing on a regular flight?" she said. "Don't you have your own plane?" Macho Man leaned over and said in a hoarse whisper, "I'll level with you. I'm afraid of flying. If I got in one of those little things, I would toss my cookies before we got off the ground. If you tell anyone I said that, I'll swear that you made it up." His accent was thick. Not foreign, somewhere around New York City. "I've been watching you. You don't seem to have much to do. What are you, the head stew?" "No. This is my last flight. My husband is a senior pilot with this airline. He arranged for me to take a trip around the world." "Well, that sounds interesting." "Not that kind of trip around the world," she laughed. "Too bad. It would be interesting. Especially with you. Did you know that you have a very interesting profile? And, now that I've seen your full face, I see that you're beautiful. You ought to be in the movies." "It gets deeper and deeper," she said drolly. She was both flattered and amused. "Next, you'll tell me that you can get me a starring role if only I'll be 'nice' to you." "Well, that line usually works. Lots of girls got their start that way. Since you sound like you wouldn't believe me, suppose I just told you straight out that I'd like to get it on with you?"………