We had just finished a two week stay on the island of Antigua and were homeward bound. Unfortunately (or fortunately), I had broken my ankle in a sailboat accident four days prior to leaving the island. I was able to convince the ticket agent to give up the seats in row one.

These seats were adjacent to the lavatory, directly behind the cockpit. About half way through the flight I noticed a guy go into the lav, followed a few seconds later by a woman. After a short time the woman exited — slightly more disshevelled than when she went in.

My wife noticed the woman leaving, then definitely noticed the guy leaving right after. Being somewhat naive, the situation had to be explained. I guess my explanation hit the right gears because I was groaped under the blanket enough to cause my eye balls to bug out of my head! I asked my wife if she wanted to “go” to the bathroom. I hadn’t finished my question before she was in and waiting.

The forward lav of a 727 is not a large space … let alone for one with a cast on his foot. Be that as it may, I was able to to use the sink for my bride. It was exilerating and incredibly passionate at the same time.

The best part was the co-pilot standing outside the door when I left. He had to go too, but he went alone …