<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/erotic%20airlines/Sara_Jean_Underwood_Play_476cbfad60e87_zpse213ea82.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Abigale</strong><br/><br/>Abigale's green eyes lifted as the man stood up. He was tall that was clear but then she was used to that since she had 3 brothers all over 6' and the 4th just under. So height did not really faze her but she could imagine the prince standing in the desert, the white cloth of a desert warrior bellowing around him. A blush lingered on her neck and her breath caught at the imagine.<br/><br/>As he mentioned his bags a quick flash of annoyance danced on her face, it was an unexpected command that was posed as a question. She nodded though and bent to shoulder the big bag and pick up his briefcase...all the while balancing the tray.<br/><br/>"The Men's room is just down the hall sir. You have your boarding pass and Identification of course. Erotic Airlines makes sure to identify their passengers when they board. I will stow you things ...sir... in the cabin"<br/><br/>As the man left she glanced back wondering at the way he had posed the question of his bags. It had sounded like a command but had it been...really? and why did she wonder and why did it seem to make him more attractive.<br/><br/>She headed into the plane and sat the tray in the galley and went to the cabin...sliding in she sat his briefcase on the bed and then lifted and stowed the shoulder bag in the over head. Finally she stepped back out to wait at the hatch of the plane.