<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5eNdU7D.jpg)</div>Flipping through page after page was an experience.  Toys and naughty delights he'd never even fathomed before.  Sol was no stranger to fun in bed, and he recognized a few things mostly from that one summer on his older brother's Mediterranean yacht cruise, but he would certainly call the collection available adventurous.  A few items he had no choice but to look up on his phone for as long as he was wired, wondering if they really were used as he imagined - and of course he imagined them with Miss Abigale being so fresh and hotly burned in his mind.<br/><br/>He wasn't clueless about the flight - from all accounts this was an escort service through and through, and his friend had insinuated the usual.  What did the flight attendants think?  Surely they were aware - then did Abigale expect an interesting time with him?  Whatever happened would happen of course, though Solomon would gladly nudge it this way or that.  As he turned the page and read he smiled to himself thinking it would prove an interesting time regardless.  And after all he was here to test the airline and come away with an understanding.  Why hold back?  And he did want to play around with a vibrator pressed to someone's clit.  Would Miss Hawkins volunteer?  He'd like that.<br/><br/>When she spoke up he was on the page for ball gags and seemingly engrossed with the material.  Chuckling to himself he looked up and accepted his tea, cupping the plate from underneath and touching her finger innocently as he let the magazine fall open on his lap.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Miss Abigale.  I would like some honey, and unless you have duties you could split the pastry with me right here?"