Awkward

We have one hour left until the plane ends. The whole time I tried to busy myself with boring movies on the inflight entertainment and I even pretended to sleep when I rarely sleep on planes. Mr Epstein had been trying to make conversation with me but I guess I was the most boring person they could have picked for this job. The lifestyle of the rich and famous never excited me. I guess that's why I was picked for this job. The job of "baby-sitter".

"Would you like some red wine Lydia", he asked as he sipped on a champagne glass. Probably his 10th. "I'm fine Sir, uh... I don't drink, remember?" I replied. He shrugged as if to say 'worth a try'. I knew what he was doing. This is what he had been doing the whole flight. And I knew this is what he did to young girls, and children, and teenagers. He lured them with his charm and money and then stripped them off their innocence and value, their dignity and worth. He was a sick, vile, monster, who deserved to be - "WOAH! Why are you looking at me like that?” he uttered in disbelief as he disturbed me mid-thought. I then realized my face had grown tense and I was just looking at him with a face of disgust. "Oh", I acted quickly to save my cover, “it’s just alcohol, it brings back memories of a traumatic childhood. That's why I don't like it so much". He nodded his head in sympathy. Whew! I sunk back into my seat and tried to relax. I checked my watch. Fifty minutes until we land. He had no idea what was in store for him as he slowly sipped on his champagne.