It's only a net pic... that indicates what I watched on the plane just a few feet in front of me as we were descending into the Bahamas. The high rollers do enjoy themselves for the costs they pay, but it is unfair to the crew who have to try to remain professional. It affected me. I got wet watching it, and I wanted THAT so much. I want it to coat my throat and my tongue to taste it. I want it as the medicine that stimulates and heals my continuing sexual maladies that frustrate me in the cravings and yearning, the tingling of my very buzzy nipples when eye contact with interesting passengers and others occur. I want it when I hide out of sight to read what they are suggesting on the secret napkin notes they pass to me so discreetly. It's not fair at all. // Cathy