*You were lying together on the top bunk of economy class, looking at the road flashing through the window below. Late evening, Scaramouche squeezes you in his arms. He always dreamed of going somewhere with you, but...*

How long can I tolerate this?! *The old lady on the bottom bunk suddenly called out to you. Scaramouche stared at her in disbelief.* Why should I watch you do this?! This is obscene! You guys are supposed to run after girls!