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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

"Plane and Prejudice" Volume I, Part Two

This is the second installment of a series that will run for two weeks. Please read the previous update, “Plane and Prejudice” Volume I, Part One along with this one.

Chapter 4:
Robert Wright drummed his fingers impatiently across the cover of his laptop computer and stared contemplatively out of his luxurious First Class window. So engrossed was he in his own observations, that he paid no notice of when Caity first entered into the cabin.

Making her way past him, without any noticeable sign of worry, Caitlin then shut herself up within the lavatory and rejoiced in all the privacy that the airborne bathroom could afford her.

Chapter 5:
When Caity opened the lavatory door, she was surprised to be met by a strange man with rough but handsome features. It was in fact Mr. Wright who, in a proud manner, then said, “I’m sorry, but I think you must have been confused. The coach lavatory is in the rear of the plane.”

“I beg your pardon,” said Caity, with an air of indignation; “but I was instructed by Freddy that it was perfectly alright for me to come up here and use it.”

“Well,” said he, raising an arched eyebrow; “I’m not fully convinced that Freddy has the authority to give out such directions. He obviously didn’t clear it first with Janel, who is the flight attendant for us- here, in First Class.”

“And who gave you the authority, might I ask?”

“No one.” said he in manner that was more a challenge than concession.

Caitlin glowered before she continued to inform Mr. Wright that she was not be discriminated against by him nor any other First Class passenger, and that she did not wish to be categorized by her seat number any more than he probably wished to be by his sexual abilities, which she then conjectured to be quite inadequate in several ways, all of which she then, in a boisterous tenor, directly made explicit to the whole of the First Class cabin.

Mr. Wright had only regained his composition in time to see the velour curtain that separated their worlds swing closed behind Caitlin. And, for the first time in his life, he knew what it meant to feel loss.

END OF THE FIRST VOLUME
CONTINUED IN NEXT UPDATE…

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