193. The Mile High Club 2
Duff watched as Larson went forward in the cabin with self-confident steps. The cute flight attendant, Larson’s target, was at the front of the plane, setting up a cart with food.
Duff only partially saw what happened, but he could hear it. First something said by Larson and an exclamation of surprise in Thai. Then the sound of a hand slapping a face. Finally words in a foreign language, possibly Swedish.
The commontion had made everyone in the cabin turn and look at Larson, who came tumbling back with a red face, confused and half falling.
All eyes were on Larson as he hurried back to his seat, mumbling something to himself.
- What happened? whispered Duff.
- Nothing.
- He slapped you!
- Yea. How gay is that?
- What did you do?
- Grabbed his butt, of course.
- Just like that?
- Why not? He had given the signals. So I grabbed it and said “Time for you and me in the lavatory honey”?
- You are so shameless!
- That boy is a bad sport.
- You could be charged with sexual harassment.
- He was not all that cute when seen up close.
- Don’t do this again. Ever!
- Calm down. Is it my fault they bait me and then turn violent? I was set up.
- Don’t leave your seat again until we have landed.
- Why are you blaming me? Blame slutty ugly boy.
- So he is not good looking anymore?
- He is over rated. Plain looking. Not much to write home about.
- If you had him he would be a perfect ten, getting prettier every time you told the story.
- Why are people looking at me like that?
- Maybe they wonder what you will do next.
- Do next? It wasn’t me!
- Who was it?
- The boy. He led me on. He hit me. He should be reprimanded for this.
- I don’t think he will see your point.
- I should note his name and write a formal complaint.
- Sure. You do that. But don’t mention me in the letter. I don’t know you.
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In Bangkok Robert Miller and Peter Hart had lunch in Silom Complex, doing some shopping and boy watching. Peter was still temporarily single since Bia was missing.
- Mind if I join you when you go home? asked Robert.
- Certainly. Had enough of the baby?
- I had enough of them all.
- My apartment is quiet. You can use my computer if you want to work.
- Thank you.
Peter was about to unlock the door when he stopped and pointed to a pair of shoes on the floor in the corridor.
- High heels, said Peter.
- Is someone here? asked Robert.
- I haven’t seen those shoes before. What a loud taste.
When entering the apartment Peter and Robert found the owner of the shoes sitting in the sofa, watching television, flipping channels and smoking cigarettes. It was not someone Peter had expected to see.
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