CHAPTER TEN
Justin was asleep, dreaming about Trudy, yet a distant voice was making it hard for him to focus on the object of his desires. It sounded as though he was listening to a radio through a wall.
“Sir, sir, can you wake up please.”
He frowned and pulled his arm further around his head.
“Sir, sir.”
There it was again.
He opened his eyes. A stewardess was leaning over him. Her expression suggested she wanted to shake him none too gently.
“Could you wake up, please, sir? You’re drooling on the lady next to you, and she doesn’t like it.”
“Sorry,” he whispered to his fellow passenger.
A middle-aged woman glared back at him. She dabbed a tissue theatrically at her shoulder on what he presumed was his spittle.
Justin smiled sheepishly and wiped his mouth.
“Sorry,” he repeated.
