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she was excited. This was her first big job. She remembered that he snapped at her when she went up and complained to the flight attendant about the lack offresh air. But that wasn’t just for her, that was for everyone. Somebody had to make a stand.
    Yuki picked a couple of strawberries off her plate as she walked to the balcony and looked out at the sea. It was a beautiful day, maybe the most beautiful day she’d ever seen. The air was superclean, sunlight bouncing off the silver-blue water. She couldn’t believe the clarity of the light, the way it made the colors so strong. The grass was the purest green, the sky Superman-blue. Even the sand was an amazing fresh wheat color, like really good bread. The few specks of clouds on the horizon were whiter than bleached cotton.
    The palm trees jiggled in the breeze. A little black bird with a vibrant scarlet head landed on her balcony and pecked at some crumbs. Yuki inhaled deeply, an oxygen rich, cleansing breath. She exhaled. So this is paradise. How could Francis be such a jerk when outside his room was heaven on earth? She found herself growing agitated and reached for the phone. Her life coach would know what to do.
    It took her a few minutes to detail what had happened on the plane to David. Even her life coach had to admit that Francis had behaved badly when he made her take a shuttle bus from the airport to the hotel while he drove off in a rental car. But he told her to look at it from all sides. Maybe Francis had somewhere to go and didn’t feel comfortable taking her with him. He reminded Yuki to be compassionate, like the bodhisattva. If she could understand the forces that made Francis the way he was, she could learn a lot from him. David reminded her of something the Dalai Lama said:
Sometimes the greatest teacher is someone who treats us badly. Then we can learn about ourselves as we try to overcome the obstacles in our path.
David suggested that she remain aspositive as possible and use aromatherapy oils to cleanse her aura every night.
    Yuki thanked him and hung up. Maybe he was right about Francis. Maybe having an asshole boss was her karma. She had to deal with it and learn from it before she could have a breakthrough.
    Francis was a piece of work. Yuki could tell he was filled with negative energy. But where had it come from? No one is born like that. She’d have to be wary, careful not to let his negativity infect her. She went to her suitcase and pulled out a crystal necklace and some aromatherapy oils. The crystal would charge and protect her heart chakra while perhaps a dab of lavender on her neck would send out a soothing vibe.
    She also decided to toss some rosemary oil in her hair to help cleanse her aura, a little ylang-ylang on her wrists, and a splash of peppermint on her blouse to give her energy and patience.
    She wondered if it might be too much.
    Yuki lit some incense and gave herself an affirmation. She set a goal. She was going to do whatever it took to turn Francis to the light. She would get him to embrace his positive Buddha nature. This was her mission.
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    Jack couldn’t help it; her ass was just too fine. He kept his eyes glued to the sweet round chunk of booty as the flight attendant bent over, handing some guy a couple rows up a drink with a paper umbrella and a piece of pineapple dangling off the edge. Jack traced the outline of her panties againstthe blue sweep of her skirt with his eyes. It’s not like it made him hard. That was a given.
    Jack’s eyes followed her as she worked her way through the cabin. Stanley sat in the next seat, complaining about flying first class.
    â€œSlippers? What are they for?”
    â€œComfort, you nimrod.”
    â€œIt’s such a waste. We paid triple coach for slippers?”
    Jack wondered about his son. Who complains about flying first class? It wasn’t just the slippers that made it better. Check out the flight attendants in the front of the plane: