It gets to be so routine, and sometimes boring - though I very much like my work.On yesterday's flight, however, something different happened. My conn...ecting flight was on a regional jet. As I boarded, and the flight attendant greeted me, I immediately recognized her. As the title of this story indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and I warmed up inside immediately. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few. Before Rob or I could say anything, Ashley walked toward Rob and took his hand…leading him to the bed. Danielle held my hand as we watched Ash lie Rob down in bed and start to pull his jeans off. Dani sat me down on the other bed and sat next to me…the two of us watching what was unfolding in the next bed. Ash pulled Rob’s shirt off and started kissing and licking his stomach. My own stomach was in knots as I watched my girlfriend and my best friend. Ash began to lower his boxers, and his. I just took her hand and held in my palm, and wiped her tears in other hand. I was actually rubbing her palm in such a way to make her feel that she is being consoled.Few rubs later, I told “shruthi dear. I don’t want such an angel to have tears in her eyes. Why don’t you smile for me?” for which she gave a cute blush that still excites me. Taking it a green signal, I played with her hairs and pinched her in hips and cheeks for which there was zero resistance. Planning how to make her fall in. Anything said would have expressed would be ‘preaching to the choir’. They did make some preliminary plans for a weekend trip into the Wine Country at one of the Bed and Breakfast Inns that dot that area of the state. There were many to choose from between Seneca and Cayuga Lakes. School would be closed on Veteran’s Day, so they thought they would take advantage of the long weekend. It was an Italian restaurant, small and friendly with candles on the tables casting a glow on the otherwise.