Turbulence
Valerie ORiordan
The plane lurches and Mister Mahoney starts shouting.
Seatbelts, seatbeltsah, cmon, Jennifer. He stops beside us. Hes wearing his usual sandals with beige compression socks and hes looking at Jennys lap where her seatbelt flops undone.
Take a picture, why dont yeh, sir, says Jenny, crossing her bare legs, but hes not listening; the air-hostess has put her hand on his shoulder.
Sir, let me show you to your seat. Shes carrying an orange baby-seatbelt and her make-up is cracked around the mouth from smiling. Mister Mahoney stumbles after her as the plane wobbles.
Jenny smirks. State of them, she says. Total virgins.
Haha, I say. Yeah.
We know Mahoneys a virgin because he doesnt stare at our tits in class. But Im looking at the photo of Jennys exchange student. Gunter. The buttons are open on his school shirt and he has the hair in a ponytail.
So where did yeh I lower my voice, do it?
Oh, all over, she says. Up on the kitchen table. Yeh wouldnt believe.
But, I say, lyin down or standin up or wha?
Jenny sighs. Yeh cant do it standin up, Carrie, otherwise his yoke goes in too far an yeh get a kidney infection.
Oh, I say. Right.
Here, she says, Ill tell yeh
The plane bounces and my Coke splashes over her photo.
Fuck! Jenny pushes me. Tissues, Carrie! Jesus.
But I look at the seatbelt sign.
Do yeh want to hear about Gunter or not?
So I walk to the back of the cabin. Everybody else is strapped in. One girls retching into a crisp packet. I look for an air-hostess but theres nobody, only a row of blank metal lockers and rubbish in a bin-bag. I put my hand on the toilet door and it swings open with the movement of the plane.
Theres Mister Mahoney with his back to me, wrists tied with the baby-seatbelt. His arse is white and dimpled. The air-hostess has her skirt up, leaning against the tiny metal sink, legs spread. Theyre standing, and he pushes his yoke up into her and they moan. You can see the sweat on the back of his thighs, her make-ups smudged. She opens her eyes and sees me.
She winks.
I walk back, empty-handed, to my seat.
Well? says Jenny. Carrie? Carrie!
But I say nothing. Theres nothing at all to say.
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