He had a lascivious half smile on his face, and the tip of his tongue showed between his lips. Whatever, any of us would settle for this beauty. Her face gave little away. As Carol got to the point where the steps lead down to the galley, Dave’s head popped up. It didn’t matter to Jim or Steve. Dave was not considered the most articulate of young men. He looked down, as though afraid to meet Carol’s eyes; he didn’t know what had happened during his absence. Pure lust, I guessed. Dave’s bodily quaking started to calm down, and, motivated by shame or simply in a rush to clean up and recover, we didn’t know, he got up and made a beeline for the toilets, pulling up his jogging pants as he rose, he leapt down the galley steps and went into the closet.
