<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>Lady Beatrice emerged in the same way the dawn breaks over the horizon. Trailing behind her was a small caravan of stewards who wore less material than a playgirl centerfold. The two outstanding bodies were bringing the cart of refreshments. Boyish rugged looks and bodies of steel they began offering tidbits from finger sandwiches to caviar and drinks from ice water to a very nice 25 year old glenn livett whiskey as Lady Beatrice sat among the girls.<br/><br/>The engine rumbled and the plane moved. There were dings in the cabin.<br/><br/>“Welcome aboard flight 69, we’ve been given permission to taxi and we are 8th in line for take off. Our flight to Paris will take 90 minutes. A Limo is waiting to transport everyone to Zippo’s Spa. Please enjoy refreshments until take off.”<br/><br/>“I do so love adventures!” She beamed.