Chapter Twenty
Tasha’s eyes opened, and she felt a bit groggy and disoriented. She was aware of a couple of things. Her body felt sore from lying reclined in the chair, her bladder felt like it was about to burst, and she was quite hungry.
Releasing the seatbelt, she set the chair up, then stood, stretched, and made her way to the bathroom. She could always go ten or more hours between trips to the bathroom, and the way she felt now, she guessed that it had been at least fourteen.
When she came out, the female pilot was waiting for her. “Are you feeling rested?”
“Yes, and hungry.”
“I can fix that.”
“How long was I asleep?
“It was quite a while.”
“I can tell,” Tasha confirmed.
As Tasha made her way back to the main cabin, the woman motioned for her to approach the bar, “What would
