you wrote it?
well you did a good job. it's great.
my ex-girlfriend gave it to me. i travel a lot for work. i'll read anything.
ok, you got me. i'm a closet romantic. but let's keep that between us. margaret smiles and makes the "my lips are sealed" motion. just then, richard lumbers onto the plane with the bags.
did you two want to sit together?
your boyfriend? margaret points to richard indignantly.
you're bringing your assistant all the way to alaska? richard smiles, happy that margaret has to answer.
you're awfully nice to fly him first class. margaret nods her head and agrees. it sucks to be richard.
that's sweet. richard goes over to the group. margaret keeps walking.
what kind of sick shit is this? margaret nods. this would be a tough one to explain.
is this another gay assistant? margaret doesn't say anything and takes her seat.
do you really feel like you're alone?
well, i'm a federal air marshall. and you're under arrest for disobeying a crew member, assault, and possible intoxication.
uh, sorry, but excuse us. the handsome man leads a handcuffed and still dazed gilbertson down the steps.