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the zipper of her jumpsuit to her breasts. “Now do you believe me?” she asked.
    Her breasts were strong and full, her nipples plum colored and rock-hard, jutting. He looked at her face. “Beautiful.”
    “Touch me,” she said harshly. “Touch me for God’s sake or I’ll orgasm alone just as I have by myself for the last five years!”
    He drew her to his chest, holding her head against him, his other hand cupping and caressing her breasts. He felt the shuddering racking of her body against him. Softly he pressed her long hair. After a moment she was quiet. He didn’t move.
    Her voice was muffled against his chest. “Were you with the three girls they sent up to your suite?”
    “No,” he said. “I sent them away.”
    She was silent for a moment. “I’m glad. They had hidden cameras over the bed in your room.”
    “That’s stupid,” he said. “What could that gain them?”
    “I don’t know,” she said. “They had the entire suite bugged.”
    “That’s standard procedure,” he said. “I expected it.” He laughed. “Nothing but children’s games.”
    “They weren’t children’s games,” she said. “A man was killed and three men are in the hospital because something went wrong with their power source.”
    “Too bad,” he said. “I knew nothing about it.”
    She sneezed suddenly. He raised her head and handed her a Kleenex. “It’s the coke,” he said. “Rinse your nose out with water.” He showed her to the bathroom and then went to his chair.
    He was sipping champagne as she returned. He looked at her. She had washed her face and brushed her hair. “You think I’m terrible?” she asked.
    “No,” he said. “You’re just human. You might be a doctor but you’re also a woman, a very beautiful woman, and both of them have needs that have to be satisfied to be whole.”
    She hesitated. “I think I’ll return to my cabin.”
    He rose from his chair. “If that’s what you want. If you’re tired.”
    She looked into his eyes. “What do you desire?” she asked.
    He smiled slowly. “You already know.”

5
    A faint sound of the pitch of the jet engines brought him awake. He picked up the telephone beside the bed. “How are we doing?” he asked.
    “Right on schedule, Mr. Crane,” Captain Peters said from the flight deck. “We’re ten and one-half hours into our flight, twenty thousand feet above Delhi, India, and taking on fuel. We expect to land in Pekin in eight hours and twenty minutes. All systems okay and go.”
    “Thank you,” he said, and put down the telephone. He turned in the bed. She was lying on her side on the pillow, her eyes wide open to him. “Good morning,” he said.
    “Good morning.”
    “Have you slept well?”
    “I don’t know,” she said. “I think I was dreaming all the time.”
    He laughed. “You were sleeping. I know that.”
    “Too bad,” she said softly. “I kind of preferred the dreaming.”
    He bent across her face. “So did I,” he said, kissing her. He sat up. “Would you like some coffee?”
    “May I wash first? I smell so much of sex I’d be embarrassed to walk through the plane.”
    He laughed.
    “I’m not being funny,” she said seriously. “Sexual excitement brings me quickly to multiorgasmic responses.”
    He tried to match her seriousness. “I never quite heard it explained like that, Doctor.”
    “Yes,” she said. “For example, while you were on the telephone a moment ago, just the sight of your penis even half erect with sleep caused my juices to begin to flow immediately.”
    “That’s a problem,” he nodded gravely. “I understand that now.”
    “It’s a psychological one, I know,” she said. “But I have to solve it myself.”
    He turned on his side to her. “Is that a problem you have to solve right now, Doctor?”
    “I don’t understand what you mean,” she said, puzzled. “And why are you calling me ‘doctor’? I thought you were going to call me Sofia.”
    He pulled her face down to his