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was a tad crooked, but not horribly so. Up close she didn't even look old
enough to drink. Heavy makeup had aged her at a distance. Looking the
businessman in the eye, as if she didn't notice Tucker at all, she said, "I
want to join the mile-high club, and I want to join it tonight. Can you help
me?"
The businessman looked at Tucker's captain's hat on the bar, then back at
the girl. Slowly, defeated, he shook his head.
She pressed harder against Tucker's shoulder. "How about you?"
Tucker grinned at the businessman and shrugged by way of apology. "I just
want to keep doing what I'm doing."
The girl put on his captain's hat and pulled him off of the barstool. He
dug into his pocket for money as she dragged him toward the exit.
The businessman raised a hand. "No, I've got the drinks, son. You just
remember what I said."
"Thanks," Tuck said.
Outside in the lobby the girl said, "My name's Meadow." She kept her eyes
forward as she walked, taking curt marching steps as if she was leading him on
an antiterrorist mission instead of seducing him.
"Pretty name," Tucker said. "I'm Tucker Case. People call me Tuck."
She still didn't look up. "Do you have a plane, Tuck?"
 "I've got access to one." He smiled. This was great. Great!
"Good. You get me into the mile-high club tonight and I won't charge you.
I've always wanted to do it in a plane."
Tucker stopped. "You're a... l mean, you do this for..."
She stopped and turned to look him in the eye for the first time. "You're
kind of a geek, aren't you?"
"Thank you. I find you incredibly attractive too." Actually, he did.
"No, you're attractive. I mean, you look fine. But I thought a pilot
would have a little more on the ball."
"Is this part of that mistress-humiliation-handcuff stuff?"
"No, that's extra. I'm just making conversation."
"Oh, I see." He was beginning to have second thoughts. He had to fly to
Houston in the morning, and he really should get some sleep. Still, this would
make a great story to tell the guys back at the hangar--if he left out the
part about him being a suicidal rodent and her being a prostitute. But he
could tell the story without really doing it, couldn't he?
He said, "I probably shouldn't fly. I'm a little drunk."
"Then you won't mind if I go back to the bar and grab your friend? I
might as well make some money."
"It could be dangerous."
"That's the point, isn't it?" She smiled.
"No, I mean really dangerous."
"I have condoms."
Tucker shrugged. "I'll get a cab."
Ten minutes later they were heading across the wet tarmac toward a group
of corporate jets.
"It's pink!"
"Yeah, so?"
"You fly a pink jet?"
As Tuck opened the hatch and lowered the steps, he had the sinking