June 15th, 1990

June 15th, 1990

Night flight from JNB – LHR

Three hours of crew rest tonight, as we wing our way back to London.

Relaxing last day in Jo’Burg, where I met Hilary for breakfast. We talked about going outside but we’re briefed to use extreme caution in that area so rather than risk anything we just stayed in the hotel. After a few hours of people watching in the lobby we went to my room, ordered room service and I was halfway through my second cake when the phone rang.

“Hi Karen, how’s it going?”

“Who is it?” Hilary mouthed.

“Ben,” I said, with my hand over the mouthpiece.

Hilary rolled her eyes in a very dramatic fashion and grabbed a pillow off the bed.

“I’m looking forward to heading home tonight.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said. “And very much looking forward to working onboard with you again.”

Trying to avoid Hilary’s actions, I mumbled something about the flight being busy and hopefully a short flight time.

“We still have a few hours to kill,” Ben said.

“Eh, yes, call isn’t for a while yet,” I said, turning to see Hilary, prancing around the room Mandy style, with the pillow stuffed under her top.

“So,” he continued. “Can I come to your room?”

I covered my mouth but I was laughing too hard not to be heard.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Oh, eh, sorry, I’ve got the telly on, some mad film.”

“Can I come and watch it with you?”

Hilary stood in front of me swaying her pillow chest for all it was worth.

“I don’t think so,” I said, unable to stifle my giggles.

“That must be some film you’re watching,” he said, in not such a friendly tone.

“It’s too good to miss, sorry, I have to go.”

Hilary proceeded to parade her hefty chest around the room, which had me in stitches.

“Hi, I’m Mandy,” she purred. “Fly me.”

With the pillow safely back on the bed, Hilary proceeded to tell me that Tony rang her last night and asked if he could go to her room. Honestly, what are these boys like!

 

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