When she saw Remo, she reached a hand up and opened two more buttons on her blouse. She was a tall brunette, long-legged and slim, and her candy-striped blouse was pulled tight over a full bosom.
"That stewardess is looking at you." Terri sniffed at Remo.
"Probably she's just trying to see to the end of her chest. Quite a set of chest, actually," Remo said.
"If you like cows," Terri said.
"For two days, you've been telling me to love cows. Now, all of a sudden, something's wrong with cows?"
"You're disgusting," Terri said.
The stewardess came to their seat and leaned forward over Remo's aisle seat so he could see into the dark valley of her cleavage.
"Can I get you anything, sir? Anything at all?"
"I'll have tea," Terri said.
The stewardess ignored her. "Sir? Anything?" she asked Remo again.
"No thank you," Remo said.
"Tea," said Terri.
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"Oh, come on," the stewardess told Remo. "There must be something you want. Maybe you'd like to see the galley where we fix meals. It's just up there. Come on. I'll show it to you." She took Remo's hand but he extricated himself from her grip.
"No, that's all right," he said, smiling at her.
"The washroom," she said. "You'd like to inspect the washroom. Come on." She took his hand again. "I'll show the washroom to you. Show you how the door locks."
"No, thank you," said Remo.
"Tea," said Terri.
"Come on," the stewardess said. "There's got to be something you want." She leaned over farther, exposing more of her bosom. Terri turned away and looked out the window in disgust.
"Something. Anything. I'll get you a pillow."
The stewardess reached into the overhead compartment, standing on tiptoe and pressing her belly against the side of Remo's face as she rooted around in the overhead luggage section. Remo turned to Terri and shrugged helplessly. Terri stuck out her tongue.
The stewardess slipped the pillow behind Remo's head.
"It's a nice pillow. Not as nice as the ones I have in my apartment, but all right. You should try the ones in my apartment. It's all right. My roommate's out of town."
Remo said, "Thank you. Maybe some other time."
Terri said, "Tea."
"The stewardess said, "Here, let me brush those crumbs off your lap."
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"I don't have any crumbs on my iap."
"I'm sure I saw some. Right there."
The stewardess brushed Remo's lap.
Remo sighed and reached behind the young brunette, placing his hand on her back, feeling the vertebrae of her spine.
"It think it's the fifth," he mumbled to himself. "Fifth or sixth. Chiun. Is it fifth or sixth?" he called out, as the stewardess continued brushing his lap.
"On a cow, it doesn't matter," Chiun snapped back, not turning away from the window.
"Hooray for common sense," Terri said.
"Fifth," Remo mumbled. "I'm sure it's fifth." He pressed his left index finger into the flight attendant's back. Her hands froze in position on his lap and a look of tranquillity came over her face.
Remo touched her cheek with his hand.
"Later," he said gently. Carefully, he turned her around and gave her a tiny push down the aisle toward the front of the plane.
As if she had no will of her own, she walked away, pausing to rest, leaning against a seat, then unsteadily lurching down the aisle.
"That was awful," Terri told Remo. She looked at the stewardess who was leaning against the bulkhead wall, her face wreathed in a smile. She seemed unable to move.
"What'd you do to her?" Terri asked.
"I just gave her something to remember me by. It was the only way to get her off me. You saw."
"How did you do it?"
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"I don't know. I touched a nerve. You want one?" Remo asked.
"Keep your hands to yourself, you lecher."
"Just asking was all," Remo said.
Terri watched the stewardess. She had been leaning with her back against the wall, and slowly her feet slid out from under her. In a moment, she was sitting on the plane's floor.
"That's incredible," Terri said.
"It's a pain in the ass is what it is," Remo said. "Women sense it and they just won't leave me alone."