Rorcik
Eight hours on the plane was torture. Not only were the seats uncomfortable after the first two hours, but the food sucked and I was sandwiched between Ryl and another guy about my height. I wanted nothing more than to shove him out into the aisle for the rest of the flight, or hell, switch seats with Ryl so that I only had her and the window to deal with. That plan sounded nice in my head until the guy next to me would lean forward to smile at her around me, check out her ass as she squeezed by to use the restroom, or attempt to make small talk as she came back.
Killing him while trapped in a plane was not a good idea, no matter how much I wanted to. Instead, I kept myself busy by scanning the faces for anyone suspicious or listening to music on the player I bought in between nap
