It was now Thursday morning and Paul had to return to the Navy base in San Diego or go AWOL – neither a pleasant choice for a newlywed husband hopelessly in love with his Cinderella blonde wife, who purred her affection endlessly in streams of provocative lovemaking. But there was no choice, and with a freckled hand, he wiped the tears from her rosy cheeks, and bade his wife goodbye. He had to hurry now as the plane still needed some last minute repairs and a good check before he'd dare cross the desert, blasted with sand storms now sweeping the Southwest.

With trembling hands Ann packed her suitcase, the tears rolling down her tanned cheeks, dampening her honeymoon peignoir soiled from their three-day celebration of love and family hood. How she loathed going back to work, 'is there anything I can get you sir!' 'an aspirin for your headache, ma'am. Of course.' Smile, smile, smile, that's all you do when you're a stewardess, thought Ann securing the top button of her red blazer. I'm so tired of taking care of everyone's needs, she sighed, but now that Paul and I are married maybe I can live in one place and maybe, just maybe, even raise a family. Tucking in a blonde curl that escaped her red hat, she considered calling the airlines and telling her supervisor that as of that very minute her career as servile female was over – for good. God, it's only been four hours since Paul left and already I'm hopelessly lost without him, she thought, stroking on her curled thick lashes.

The telephone buzzed. "Hello?"

"Ann? This is the desk. We have a call for you. Please hold on for the connection."

Ann cradled the receiver to her heaving chest; maybe it was Paul and he had decided to go AWOL and they'd romantically fly his private plane to Sweden and bask in the sun for the rest of their lives. Her reverie was broken by the flatulence of a deep voice.