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thought that being from
the Middle East he would want me to wear discreet, if not demure clothes, but
the owner chose the uniform himself and it had a very short skirt. Well, OK,
I've got good legs, and I wear short skirts all the time at home, so it didn't
worry me too much. But then he made it clear that there were other
"services" he wanted while he was on the plane, besides serving him
meals.'
    'What did you
do?' Tasha asked, fascinated.
    'I refused. I decided to quit as
soon as I could get another job, and I told him so. But he said that I'd never
get another job, that he'd make it his business to see that my name was
blackened with every airline I applied to. On the other hand, he said he would
make it well worth my while to do as he wanted. He offered me a really
luxurious apartment in the capital of his country and promised me a huge bonus
when my two years were up.'
    'Couldn't you get any other kind of
a job here in England?'
    'Only as a waitress or something
similar, and even those jobs aren't that easy to find—especially if you need to
live in, as I did. And besides, he took away my passport; he said he kept all
his staff passports together.'
    'Can he do
that?'
    Anne shrugged. 'When you have that
much money you also have unlimited power; you can do what you damn well like.
It didn't matter at first because when I got the flying job I was over the
moon, until he made it plain he wanted to join the Mile-High Club.'
    'What on earth
is that?'
    'You haven't heard of it? It's a
very select membership. You can only join if you've had sex when you're at
least a mile up in the sky.'
    'Wow!'
    'He has part of the plane fitted out
as a bedroom. I have to make myself available during every flight.' Anne gave a
short laugh. 'And I save a bomb on underwear because I'm not allowed to wear
any under my uniform.' The two girls gazed at each other for a moment, then Anne looked away from the growing anger in Tasha's
face. 'He gives me presents,' she said. 'Jewellery,
that kind of thing. And with the bonus he promised me I'd have enough to
live on for a long time if I was careful.'
    'How long have
you been working for him?'
    'Twenty
months.'
    'So you'll
soon be free of him.'
    'Yes.' But
Anne gave her a haunted look.
    'What is it? Why have you decided to
tell me all this?'
    Anne hesitated a moment, then said,
'Sometimes he has guests on the plane, other men. He knows my two year contract
is nearly up, and he's told me that unless I do for these other men what I do
for him, and—and let him watch, then I'll have broken the conditions of the
contract and I won't get a penny.'
    'The louse!' Tasha exploded. 'The filthy
rat.'
    She was still furiously angry when
she called Brett and he came to collect her. He was about to ask her how the
interview had gone, but took one look at her face and changed his mind.
    Tasha was seething, her hands
clenched in her lap. They had gone only about a mile when she could stand it no
longer. 'For God's sake stop this car.'
    Luckily it was an open, minor road
and Brett was able to immediately swerve into the side and pull up just near
the entrance to a field. Jumping out, Tasha ran to the five-barred gate into
the field, pushed it open and began to storm up and down, muttering furiously.
    Following her, Brett said, 'What is
it? What did you say?'
    'Men!' She swung round on him. 'They should all be castrated
at birth.'
    He stared in
shocked amazement. 'Are you including me in that statement?'
    'You're a man, aren't you?'
    'Now hold on
there.' He went to take hold of her arm but she hit out at him. Angry, he
grabbed her shoulders and shook her. 'Tasha!'
    She glared at
him for a moment, then suddenly slumped, and he saw
that she had tears in her eyes. 'It's so unfair, so cruel. The way men use
women, coerce them, humiliate them. God, it makes me
so darn mad.' She pushed herself away and stood with her back to him, her arms
crossed, hugging herself in distress.
    Seeing that
the anger went too deep to be just on