She saw the ear stud in the left lobe glint.

Familiar?

Or was it just her imagination. Her fantasy taking over.

Did she know him?

The dark curly mop of hair on top. Slicked-back sides and short sideburns.

The dude rose into the aisles.

Looked about like a squirrel. Saw the vacant restroom up toward the front of the cabin.

"Shitfire," Noreen shmoozed through her lips. "Yeah. That's him. That guy."

As Noreen watched his ass twitch up toward the front of the cabin, she straightened up her sloppy clothing. Pulled her top tight over her tits.

Hitched up her elasticized slacks.

Checked her face out in the mirror of her compact makeup case.

Powdered her puss.

Applied a slick of lipgloss.

Fresh smile on display, Noreen watched and waited. Anxious she was, for the man to emerge from the restroom.

The door flared outward.

There was his head.

The smile peeled from her lips as she saw him walk with his head down.

He approached his seat.

Weaseled in.

Sat down.

"Shitfuckcunt," Noreen sneered under her breath. "Didn't even look up. Didn't even see me."

Then his head bobbed up.

Noreen's clit jumped.

He got out of his seat again.

Noreen's slit began to run in anticipation. Her throat went dry.

She saw the way he shimmied between the seats.

Stepped into the aisle. Checked for something in his front pockets.

Noreen felt her eyes glow.

Nipples tighten.

He shucked out a roll of bills from the front of his trousers. Counted the dough.

Shoved his hand back into his pants.

Noreen saw the bounce of his ballocks.

The tautness of his haunch.

Tasted in her imagination the tartness of his raunch.

She watched him as he glanced up and down the aisles with creased brow. As if looking for something-someone else.