Reach for the Skies, Chapter 3 by Stretch-Ink, literature
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Reach for the Skies, Chapter 3
The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful, thank God. She streamed up and down the aisle, answering calls from troubled passengers, shaking her gloved palm into a rubbery bag to catch the trash from the drink service, keeping her head on a literal swivel to defuse lingering tensions. By the time the pilot started their descent, she felt like she had been put through the wringer, literally (ugh; more academy memories). As she plopped down in her jump seat, hard enough that she her pneumatic ass rebounded a little, a furtive, pale face peeked back at her from 30D. Lucille gave a tired wave, and the face flitted out of sight. “Someone’s got a bad case of hero worship,” snarked Kevin as he buckled himself in. Lucille rolled her eyes, blushing. “It comes with the territory.” He tossed a pointed look at her jumpsuit pocket. “Plan on throwing that out?” “Later,” she replied, coolly. He pursed his lips and looked away, with the same glazed, tired expression she had seen that