The Cockpit POV

I stood there dumbfounded. There, sitting in the pilot’s seat was Jane, my flight attendant training instructor, her nyloned legs swinging nonchalantly as she fixed me with an insouciant smile. I guess I knew already that thee crazy jig was up, but I persisted : “What are YOU doing here, Jane?” I demanded, unable to keep both frustration and despair out of my voice.
“Come now, Andrew,” the senior stewardess replied, her eyes twinkling. “You didn’t REALLY think I would let you steal a plane did you? I mean, how would that look - one of my trainees carrying out aviation piracy?”
I pouted. “But it’s my dream!” I cried. “I’ve always wanted to be a pilot!”
Jane stopped smiling and got up from the seat. “Why are so many male flight attendants frustrated pilots?” she sighed impatiently. “When you get out of prison, I suggest you join a flying school!”
I felt like bursting into tears while Jane tied my hands behind my back with a pair of her tights before leading me on the long walk back down the aisle of the plane and towards the exit.
“Just be glad it was me who caught you, Andrew, not armed airport security!” Jane scolded me. Foiled, bound and and humiliated, I could think of nothing to say to this woman who had destroyed my dreams….

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