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says he bangs the Skirt?”
    “Make it forty and you’re on.”
    The man pulled two twenty dollar bills from his pocket. “Done.”
    The other man did the same.
    “Some Skirt is deciding our fate.”
    “Hasn’t it always been that way?”
    “Maybe so. Maybe so.”

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Jenny had her bearings again, but couldn’t sweet talk her way past the last security check.
    “Your flight doesn’t leave for several hours. Access is unavailable until one hour prior to your flight.” The man in uniform handed her a Security Rights and Responsibilities booklet.
    “I have one of those already.”
    “Have you read it?”
    Jenny held her tongue and took a deep breath. Of course she’d read it. What was she, an illiterate idiot? She also knew there was a holding area beyond the final checkpoint that had internet access and couches that were comfortable enough to sleep on.
    She just needed to convince the guard to let her pass. There was almost never more than one or two people in the mid-sized room and it was quiet; perfect for giving her a wide berth from Jessica.
    Jenny took the booklet from the guard. “Thank you. I’ll read up on the policies. I’m sorry I wasn’t fully informed. You’re very kind to share this information. Is there a quiet place nearby where I could read it over?” With a feigned look of sincerity, Jenny gave her best Skirt impression. If they wanted dim-witted, she would give them dim-witted.
    The guard smiled. “Glad to be of help. We have a waiting area just down the hall to your right. There’s a vending machine and a couple of couches; nothing fancy.”
    “I’m sure it will be just fine. Thank you so much for your help.”
    The guard allowed her to pass through after checking her credentials again.
    As Jenny made her way down the corridor, she wondered why more terrorists didn’t try to infiltrate airplanes by becoming FAs. Sure, there was training to be done, but once you were approved and had completed a background check, you had access to numerous areas where items could be hidden to manufacture a bomb. Not that she knew what ingredients were needed to make a bomb, but it seemed plausible that one could be created while the plane was in flight.
    “It’s a good thing they can’t screen our thoughts. I’d be grounded.”
    “Jenny Collins, is that you?”
    Jenny turned around to see Abby Chastaine heading toward her. She looked like a chaotic mix of every FA stereotype imaginable: hair swept up and tucked underneath a tidy hat, pastel pink suit with a small white name tag with wings emblazoned below her name, two-inch high heels that matched the color of her suit and a smile that impressed upon each passenger that they were the most important person on the plane.
    And then there was the voice. Slightly breathy, as if a lover rolled over and asked her if she’d had a good time. Jenny could almost hear the reply: “Of course, darling. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.” Did guys really buy that line, she wondered.
    “Abby, how are you?”
    The women exchanged air kisses, then settled into a stance that kept them at a slight distance, pronouncing to onlookers that they were merely acquaintances, not friends.
    “Good, and you?”
    “Good. Are you working today?”
    “Why else would I look like this? Jenny, you kill me. I wish I could get away with a simple outfit like yours. People just seem to expect so much more from me now that I’ve won the Golden Wings award.”
    “I heard about that. Congratulations.”
    “Thank you. It’s really an honor just to be nominated.”
    “You’ve received a lot of honors, then. How many years have you been nominated?”
    “Well, let’s see.” Abby moved her right hand under her left elbow and stroked her chin with her fingers. “I guess it’s been at least ten years. Seems like forever when I count them all up.”
    “Where are you heading today?”
    “Baltimore. I’m combining the trip with a visit to see my