The flight to Japan

Dec 8-9, 2005

I got on the plane for Japan early the next morning. There were only eleven on standby, so I was able to fly first class. ALWAYS appreciated! Because of the direction of the flight, it was about fourteen hours, yet they served two lunches instead of lunch and dinner.

About halfway through the flight I was awakened by a very tall, very broad, blonde Norse God-type that started asking me some funny questions. Where was I from, what line of work was I in, what was my name. My first thought was that he must be someone from Airline Security, and that somehow I'd set off some mysterious security alert. Beware the sleeping girl with the long black tresses!

After a minute an older Japanese man in the 1st row walked back to join us. Within seconds it became obvious that the Blonde Hulk worked for the Japanese man in some kind of bodyguard position. He'd been sent over to "feel me out" before the master decended from his throne.

I was quite amused to watch the airline stewardesses going out of their way to avoid causing these men any distress. They were trying to serve the meal, and were actually walking all the way down the other aisle and coming back up from coach on our side to reach the passengers that were blocked by this mysterious Japanese mogul.

I suppose even mystery men need to eat, because he eventually returned to his seat, and was waited on immediately. I munched down the food that was brought to me, and then drifted off to sleep again. I was still in quite a bit of pain from the car accident, so I slept whenever I got the chance.

About an hour or two from landing my mysterious Japanese friend and his Blonde Hero returned. They again woke me up to hear more about my travels and lifestyle. I found it interesting that they both asked if I was a model, and if I'd ever worked in Japan before. I assured them that while I had modelled a bit in my youth, I had never done so in Japan. The older man looked like he didn't believe me, and I was wondering if he'd had some lurid affair with a model that looked like me in the past.

The plane was now landing, and even the stewardesses had buckled themselves in. Yet they didn't seem to wish bothering my gentlemen friends to sit down for the landing. Apparently the Blonde man decided it was a bit unsafe for his companion however, and escorted him back to his seat.

What a strange flight!! We landed without any difficulty, and as I was closer to the door than my two mystery men, I made a polite escape. They were both very handsome and successful looking fellows, but I was starting to wonder how many niave American girls vanished in Japan after meeting just such men.


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