Let's put the guy in the aisle-seat wise. There he is, just a businessman flying to Daytona Beach, Fla., straining to keep his deals in place, and next to him is this . . . this gorgeous girl. Long hair, four-alarm wardrobe, sleepy smile that turns surprisingly cordial when he strikes up a conversation. "Spring break, right?"
"No," she says, a little more amused than he might have expected. "Not exactly." He tries again. "Working?" She gives him a small lead. "Sort of."
To forestall any further squirming, the man on the aisle should know that the young woman next to...
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