What a gathering of beautiful, uh, minds and personalities. Yes, I can imagine these ladies spent their flight discussing literature, politics and, actually, I’m not even going to bother keeping up this facade. Let's be real. What I can seriously imagine is dropping my pants, handing the pilot a fifty and telling him to hit enough turbulence that I bounce around the fuselage like a rubber ball with a boner. You know, for a few minutes, hours or until the plane runs of out fuel and we crash land on a deserted island - hopefully. I mean, I kind of gave him a fifty. I think I deserve my money's worth.