It was a long slow job. Once or twice the plane lurched, throwing her against the wall, and she almost spoiled the work, but in the end she got it done, but not before there had been a knock on the door. Elizabeth froze.
“Yes?” she called out nervously.
“Ma’am?” said a voice. “Just checking you’re OK in there.”
“Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said. “I won’t be long.”
She finished the job and washed her hands. Some of the ink had gotten on her fingers. She flushed and came out, coloring a little as the assistant looked her in the eye. She knew she had a guilty look. What did the girl think she had been up to? Surely she could not possibly have guessed?
She went back to her seat and sat down. Matt reached out his hand. Blushing, she took her knickers from her bag, rolled them into a tight bal
