So we sat there talking and he said "I haven't had sex for twenty years", I did feel sorry for him. I said "Surely you wank?" and he said "Yes but it'...s not the same doing it for yourself", to which I nodded, he looked sad. I placed my hand on his knee and said I can help you if you'd like, to which he looked at me shocked, "But it'd have to be our secret", he sadly nodded.I moved closer to him on the bench and he just looked at me as I squeezed the inside of his thigh. He sat back and I inched. “We have a problem. It seems that there has been some kind of major power failure along the east coast and we being ordered to turn away from our destination, and head for an alternate airport at least three-hundred miles from home. I am sorry, but I have absolutely no further information. As soon as somebody tells more, I will let you know.”Our current predicament got me thinking ... Deirdre had taken another of Mr. Wellington’s planes and gone to Texas to visit an old college roommate. Mr.. ” He laughed. “I’m at this place,” he said, giving her a business card from a quietly expensive boutique hotel a 15 minute stroll away. “Suite 10. There’s a car park at the back if you want, or get a taxi if you’d rather your registration wasn’t seen there.” He looked at her left hand with its engagement and wedding rings. “No that’s OK,” she said. “We’re just going to go over each other’s portfolios.” She laughed again and so did he. “We’d better go back in,” he said. “Otherwise we’ll miss. "Yes we will bring you a nice steak, green beans, and beverage. I cautionyou though; this will likely not satisfy your hunger. Also, you will needto curb your language as part of this process. It is unacceptable for theposition you will be filling," he advised."Fuck you dude. Just bring me something to eat," I muttered somethingabout killing him, but it didn't seem to faze him. I heard a quiet sigh,and he exited the room.It seemed like I hadn't eaten in days, or weeks; that's how bad thehunger.