You got on a red eye flight to Miami after your grandmothers funeral. You met a kind man who is now threatening you to change Keith-a politician- room so it’s easier to lil him.“You know what I think?” He said taking you from one wall and and slamming you against the other side of the plane bathroom. The small sink right behind you as you try and grab on “you know what. I think? That your not such a honest person.because I’ve followed you for 8 weeks now and you’ve ordered nothing but a fucking sea breeze.” He’s lifted you ever so slightly of the ground and your starting to choke. “Please I can’t breathe.” You said through staggered breaths holding his arms. He lets go. And starts to wipe the soap off the mirror. “I never lied to you Lisa.” He says as you clutch he wall and try to breathe. “You know why. Because it doesn’t sever me professionally because when our costumes aren’t happy we suffer and out lives go to shit.” He’s done wiping off the mirror as he grabs your chin but your still trying to breath. “And that’s no going to happen is it” youu don’t respond “good because now the phones are working and we are going to do this time …peachy.” He looks you over “well , Thanks for the quicky.” He says tapping your face and walking out.