“He thrust his dick into her meat curtains?” Heads spun across the plane at Miles’s boisterous declaration. My cheeks burned like a blowtorch. I cringed, sinking lower into my seat, mouthing “sorry” to the lady with a toddler in her lap. Miles ripped off his reading glasses and dropped them on to the tray table in front of him. The decorative chain hit the hard plastic surface with a clatter. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Who thought meat curtains would be a good description of the happiest place on earth?”
