Only so far.

Cheryl stands, & you join her immediately after. She walks down the sole aisle of the jet, & you continue to follow her actions. You smile the whole way, partly because this leaves her unable to know if you're looking at her feet, legs, or her ass... And partly because of the views of each your placing affords you.

Finally, you reach a door. You don't know this until you lift your head quickly to look straight ahead, noticing Cheryl has turned to face you.

"So, Cheryl!" you say, smiling & sounding as excited & pleased as you can. "What's behind that door?!"

She laughs lightly.

"My room, of course, John!" she replies.

"Right!" you say. "Which is where you said you had something you wanted to show me. So why aren't we in there, looking at it?"

"Because I'm sick!" Cheryl tells you.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Do you want to go into your room alone & rest?" you ask, starting to approach & reach a caring arm around her.

"NO!!" she screams. "That's not what I mean! I mean I'm sick of men like you thinking they can take all the pictures & video of me they want, anywhere & anyhow they want, without giving me anything!"

She takes a minute to catch her breath.

"If you want to go into THAT room,..." she says, pointing towards the door. "...You're FIRST going to show me what's under THOSE clothes!" she finishes, gesturing up-&-down your body.