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to keep him from continuing.
    "Anger is step number three," Justin informed Marvin.
    "Okay, enough talk about my ass. Step four is going to be
throwing your nelly self off this plane. Next topic, please."
They both looked up at me and nodded. Great way to make
friends and influence people: anger. I quickly lightened up
so as not to completely scare the man off.
    "Is your final destination Las Vegas, Marvin?" I asked,
chipper as could possibly be.
    "Actually, Em, that brings up an interesting topic as
well." Justin practically beamed when he looked back up at
me. "Marvin is on his way to Vegas for a convention. Isn't
that right, Marvin?"
    "Yes, unfortunately this is a business trip for me." Marvin
frowned and took a sip of his drink. "Damn KQED." KQED
is the PBS affiliate in San Francisco, by the way. And yes,
PBS is the station that airs Antiques Roadshow.
    "What? Did you say PBS?" I practically shouted at him.
The people in front of us and to our right looked over to see
what the commotion was about. Marvin looked up at me like I was crazy. And Justin, well, he was gleefully giggling
away.

    "Sorry," I whispered to Marvin and to the people
nearby.
    "It's the medication," Justin leaned over and explained
to him. I punched him again. Poor Marvin. He must've
thought I was insane.
    "Urn, Justin, would you mind coming back with me to
our seats now? I need some help with my colostomy bag."
I whispered the last two words between gritted teeth. "It
was a pleasure meeting you, Marvin," I added, and yanked
Justin out of his seat.
    "Catch you later," Justin shouted back to Marvin as I
dragged him to our seats. "Nice try," he added as soon as
we were safely back in first class.
    "Huh?" I downed my by then watery drink.
    "As if I wouldn't have noticed such a cutie amidst all this
rubbish. Puh-lease. How long have you known me?"
    "I guess too long. Anyway, he did nod at me when he
walked by," I calmly explained.
    "Oh, really? From where I was sitting, it looked like he
was nodding at me," Justin countered.
    "Well, then, it looks like one of us is rather delusional,
but let's move on to the more pressing topic at hand," I
deflected.
    "Ah, the PBS angle. I have to admit, that was a pleasant
fluke. Pretty and useful. A rare combination." Justin
finished his drink and raised his hand at our attendant for
two more.
    "Did you happen to mention to our new friend Marvin
that we had a certain recent involvement with the nice folks
at PBS?" I asked.
    "Nope, didn't think that it was the right time or place. I
thought it best to work up to that. Maybe after he rolls over
in the morning to give me a kiss."

    "Uh-huh. I see. So that was what the `Catch you later'
was all about? A little espionage work?"
    "Now you're catching on, Em. Hey, I'm only doing this
for you, you know."
    "How nice. A regular Mother fucking Theresa you are
these days. And if you happen to get lucky as well-"
    "Icing on the proverbial cake," he finished my sentence.
    "More like icing on your proverbial shaved chest. Just
forget it, dude. I'm going with you."
    "Em, I didn't know you were into three-ways. This trip
is going to be so enlightening."
    "Fuck off. He wants me, not you. I'm just going with you
to wherever it is you're meeting him. Now shut up and finish
your drink. The plane is landing in fifteen minutes."
    "And you call me delusional. Right."
    "Trays up and seat belts fastened, gentlemen. We'll be
landing in Las Vegas in just a bit," ordered our lovely flight
attendant as she took our empty glasses.
    "Las Vegas, here we come," Justin announced, and
raised his hand up to nothing in particular.
    "Let's hope they paid their insurance premiums," I
muttered. I made sure to pay mine before we left.
    In case you've never been to Vegas, consider me your lovely
tour guide. First, there's the airport itself. Very nice. Basically it's one big advertising zone for the casinos. Each hotel
has its own store or kiosk, and there are