Mid-Air Nightmare

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Suddenly I am brought back to reality by a hand on my thigh stroking up and down. I look over at the sweaty large man who is now very drunk. His hand tightly gripping my thigh digging his nails in. We were still 2 hours away from Dubai I must have drifted off to sleep. I look him in the eyes and he looks back at me with hungry eyes that make me feel so small. I push his hand off me only for it to come back and clamp down harder. The man next to him looks at me and I give him a look of help. He immediately presses the button for the stewards. I try and restrain myself from slapping the guy gripping my thigh with all the strength I have.

The steward comes over and I look at her with fear and pain. She looks back at me with a look that said she would get it sorted right away.

"Sir I think you have had enough to drink now and I think you should swap to an aisle seat." She kindly suggested.

"I....I am very comf'table right here." He managed to slur whilst stroking my thigh. I shudder my skin crawling.

"Sir don't make me have to do something drastic you are making the lady uncomfortable. This gentleman will swap with you won't you sir to make it easier if you feel ill before we land." She gestures to the man in the aisle seat who is gets up to allow the man to shuffle over. He looks back at me with disgust giving me one last grope he moves over. I wait for the man from the aisle seat to sit before I fully relax. He pats me on the shoulder in a gesture of sympathy. I press play and start to settle back into my music. My mind starts to drift back to the Australia trip six months previous.

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