Jack's voice was still not as smooth as he'd have liked - more a croak, still - but he managed to inject some firmness into it, as he said "Come in!"<br/><br/>To his delight, it was the same stewardess - Becky, he remembered - that brought his food.  He could smell the two jugs of juice - orange, and mango, if he was any judge -  from where he stood, at the far end of the cabin.  There was soup, too, and crackers and cookies.  He hadn't asked for the food, but when the chicken flavor finally made its presence felt over the tang of the juice he realized how hungry he was.<br/><br/>And not just for food, too.  A twitch in his loins reminded him of how long it had been since...  since...<br/><br/>He forced himself to stay calm, and ignored the slight residual pains that still wracked his body.  When Becky turned and placed the tray on a table, her uniform skirt hiked up slightly at the back, tightening across her rear, and exposing the roundness of her bottom and more of her beautiful legs.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Stay.  Stay.</span>He wanted to plead, but knew it would not be appropriate.  He wanted to touch that cascade of hair, stroke his finger across her lovely mouth, hold her tight.  He smiled inwardly - he could barely stand upright for more than a  few minutes at a time, never mind carry on like a rutting tiger!   Never mind the emotional pain he'd gone through, and what it might have done to his libido.<br/><br/>"That's - that's great, Becky,"  he got out at last.  "Urm - you will be coming back, later, right?"