Amanda passes out

Suddenly, Amanda passes out and slumps against you. You half-carry, half-drag her to the bed and lay her down on it. You are worried for her and check to make sure she is breathing okay. As you check her, you also check her out.

Her long blonde hair is spread across your pillow. Her face is peaceful, and her lips are moist and kissable. As she breathes, her ample chest, probably about a C-cup, rises and falls; if you look closely, you can see her lacy white bra between the buttons of her shirt. She has a trim waist and nice hips. Below her short skirt, her legs are long, smooth, and delicious. As you watch her, her eyes flicker open.

"What happened?" she asks with a little fear in her voice.

"You passed out and fell against me. I put you on the bed to make sure you were okay. Do you know what happened?" you reply, trying to make your voice as calming as possible.

"Probably exhaustion and lack of food. I only had time for a cup of coffee before passenger embarkation. My blood sugar is low, I'm sure," she says with a wry smile.

"Well, let me call down to room service and get you some breakfast. You need sustenance," you say, grinning at her.

"If you can get me a hamburger and a Red Bull, I would be in your debt. I need protein and a pick-me-up," she says, smiling at you sleepily.

You get up and call down to the kitchen. You make the order, along with bacon, eggs and coffee for you, and they tell you it will take thirty minutes. You hang up and say, "They'll be up in half an hour. You just rest for now."