Peggy Bundy appears

You looked around. Pretty much all aboard were sexy women from various shows and movies.

"Oh, excuse me, but are you mister Sheffield, the famous Broadway producer?? A voice asked.

You turned and saw a familiar-looking woman. she wore a low-cut green-tiger-striped shirt and tight black pants. Her red hair was so 1980's, it hurt.

Though you knew who she was, you decided to play along. "And you might you be, you lovely lady?"

As C.C., Miss Fine, and Yvette all glowered at you and the woman, the woman giggled before she said, "I am Peggy Bundy and I am here traveling with my daughter, but I am recently divorced, if you're wondering."

"Well, Ms. Bundy, it is a pleasure to meet you and I do hope we meet again," you said.

"Friend of yours, Nanny Fine?" C.C. whispered.

"No! Never!... But I do like her fashion sense," Francine whispered back.

"Before I go back to my seat, I just have to say that I enjoyed your last produced-" Peggy said before she 'tripped' in a way that had her twist around and land her rear right on your lap, trapping your right arm under her legs. "Whoops! Didn't meant trip! I blame it on turbulence!"

"Turbulence, my foot," C.C. muttered.

"If I hurt you, Mister Sheffield, I'll do anything to make it up to you!" Peggy said in a worried voice. Then with one finger, she began to pull down her top as she said in a lustful whisper, "And I do mean anything..."

Trying to keep your eyes away from her bosom and failing, you muttered,"I'm... alright. I'm sure you don't need to do... anything."

"But I am willing to do anything to make it up to you," Peggy cooed as she leaned closer and closer to you. Right before she kissed you, she said, "Like become Mrs. Sheffield..."

As Francine watched in horror and Yvette unable to do anything because she was pinned down by Peggy's legs, C.C. pressed the button to call a flight attendant.

Within moments, a flight attendant appeared, so C.C. said, "A low class woman appeared and is molesting my partner."

"I concur. I do not recognize the woman and I am his employee!" Yvette agreed.

"Hey! Let go! I was just getting started!" Peggy cried out as she was pulled away from you.

"She didn't hurt you too badly, did she, Mister Sheffield?" Yvette asked putting a hand on you to provide comfort... or she would've, had her hand not landed on your crotch.

"No... No. Almost the opposite, in fact. I need to go to the bathroom," You muttered as you stood up and headed to the bathroom. You knew full well you'd have another erotic encounter.

The question was would it be in the bathroom, on the way, or would you be pulled into someone's seat?