Of course there is a certain price to pay for that extra day on the beach - that long sleepless night in those narrow seats. But, amazingly the air travel gods conspired in our favor. When slave checked in, I actually got an upgrade.
Of course, so slave worth his salt would take the upgraded seat in first class, and consign his loving Mistress to that narrow middle coach seat she drew from Delta. I chivalrously handed her my boarding pass, and then went to the guy at the desk to see what he could do, explaining our plight. Of course he would sell me a first class seat for $350 more. (Sorry dude). But for free he found me an aisle seat, which turned out to be one of those "comfort" coach seats - that came without the nails embedded in the cushion. Better yet it was right behind first class, so I could see Mistress in aisle 3, chatting up some younger red headed guy sitting next to her.
Then lightning really struck. A fairly attractive , 40 something stewardess saw me sitting by my lonesome in aisle 10 and seemed confused. She consulted her print out (ues they still have those) and seemed to think I didn't belong there. I explained why there was a "Mick" in the seat, rather than a "Molly" and my act of chivalry. Before we took off, she came back and sotto vocco told me that in light of my good deed I could take one of the remaining first class seats once the pilot turned off the fasten seat bell light.
That freed Mick to move up to aisle two once we were somewhere over the Sierra Madres. Sadly, by then Mistress was fast asleep, ans so was Mr. red head. I took my seat, watched a little TV, drank some of that free red wine, and nodded off some where over Nebraska. Mistress didn't realize I was sort of across the aisle from her until she woke during landing at about 6 am.
She seemed a little surprised. Particularly when I explained how I got there.
"I was a little worried about whether that red headed guy would come onto you Mistress. So I offerred that cute stewardess some oral sex in the restroom on return for an upgrade. She thought I did a pretty good job. I told her I was 'well trained'."
I think Mistress really believed me, at least for a while.
