When I'm on a long haul flight I always wondered how easy it could be to become part of the exclusive Mile High Club. Does it start with a subtle brush on the cute 19 year old guy leg who is about to spread his seed around in every club in Europe or pulling the necktie of the 25 year old recent graduated businessman from New York.
On my recent visit to Montreal the following happened on the plane:
Words were exchanged.
Things gots bumpy.
Hands slipped in unknown territories.
A few oohs and aahs were muttered between two people.
New members to the Mile High Club.
Simple as that.
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