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but she would enjoy every moment of that hour. Just as soon as she used the lavatory.
    She walked to the front of the airplane and slipped inside the cavernous first class bathroom. Never before could she conceive of how people could have sex in an airplane toilet. Seeing the size of the first class lavatory cleared up that particular question for her. It was by no means enormous, but there was a lot more room than in the coach lavatories. And it was clean.
    “Nice.”
    She took all of the time she wanted. She brushed her teeth, did her hair, fixed her lipstick, moisturized, and at last, freshened up her perfume. If there had been a bathtub, she would have used it. Like all good things, her time in the lavatory came to an end when someone knocked on the door.
    With a sigh, she gathered her purse and flicked the latch to the side. She looked down at herself for a final check, then up as the door opened and into the face of Eduardo.
    “You,” she breathed.
    “You have been in here for twenty minutes,” he said. “Are you unwell or just fussing with your hair? I know what women are like.”
    “Fussing with my hair.” Her mouth refused to close. “What are you doing here?” First her bag had returned to her, then Eduardo. Destiny refused to be dismissed by her skepticism.
    “Destiny. I knew destiny was working in my life today. I knew we would meet again.” He pushed her with his body back into the lavatory. The door closed behind him then he latched it closed. “Do you want me to let you out, or do you want to hear about my fantasy?”
    She swallowed hard. “I think I’d like to hear your fantasy.”
    “My fantasy,” he moved closer until she was pressed against the wall by his body, “has me meeting a beautiful woman on an airplane then having her seduce me and make me feel like a man.”
    “I can do that,” she said. “Mostly. I have no condoms.”
    He reached inside his trouser pocket and pulled out a condom. “Yes or no?”
    “Yes.”
    “How much? I don't want to be crude, but I respect the fact that you are a professional and I will pay you for your time. Normally, I would be more discreet about such a thing, but I think we are past that point at this moment.”
    She looked at him with his warm eyes filled with heat. “How much?” In those beautiful brown eyes, she was a prostitute. A sexy thrill shimmied up her body. Why not? “Normally, I'm pretty pricy...”
    He pulled out his wallet, flipped it open, and offered her five crisp hundred dollar bills.
    She added being offered cash for sex to her list of firsts as she held up a refusing hand. Pretending to be an escort was one thing. Taking cash in exchange for sex, just seemed a bridge too far into the fantasy. “But let's call this one mutual gratification and fantasy fulfillment.”
    He put the cash and his wallet away. “Can I kiss you?”
    “Yes.”
    Without another word, his hand snuck around her neck under her hair and pulled her mouth against his. His lips roughly opened hers as his tongue plunged into her mouth without hesitation. A squeak of a sigh escaped her, a reminder to breathe before she passed out from the sudden rush of unexpected ardor.
    His hand released her neck as his lips moved from hers and down her throat. His hands moved to her hips and rested for a brief moment then slid down her thighs to the hem of her skirt. With a quick move, he inched up the fabric to her waist, leaving her panties exposed. He looped a finger around each side and, with a sharp tug, ripped her panties off, exposing her bare mound. Another first. She looked down for a brief moment as he examined her.
    “Nice,” he said as his palm cupped her. “I like this.”
    Before she could object to having a pair of fairly pricy panties ripped into a rag, she checked herself. The woman she wanted to be at that moment lived a life filled with panty-ripping adventures in airplane lavatories. That woman would keep her ripped panties as trophies of her sexually