Chapter Forty-One
Earning Their Wings, Somewhere Over The Atlantic
The message came later. She had missed her flight to Paris. Lord Sil had sent assurances things were under control and he would see to it that all the girls were inducted into the Mile High Club. She laughed out loud at that. Of course he would.
The girls stood at the private terminal window at SFO. They were transfixed as Lord Sil’s jet was rolled out and stocked for their Transatlantic flight. He had chosen an all-male crew. They were now looking at the girls lining the window. They waved. Giggling. If only the girls knew what was ahead, Sil mused. They would be in the restroom powdering their p*****s and rouging up their lips.
Once aboard Sil pointed out the arrangements. A leather swivel lounge chair was positioned
