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Probably twenty years ago, I was flying from Heathrow to Frankfurt and had severly hurt one ankle in a fall, so I was on crutches. I was preboarded to give me a bit more time, and fortunately I was in first class. One of the gate agents brought my briefcase on board, following me, and gave it to a lovely dark haired flight attendent. She was short, maybe 5 foot 1 or 2 inches tall, and asked if I would need the case during the flight, and I said no, I was hoping to take a nap. She put the briefcase on the seat in front of me, and when she put her foot on the seat to be able to lift herself high enough to put the case in the overhead compartment, her skirt rose to show lovely bronze stocking tops, then her curly triangle. She saw me staring, and stayed like that for a moment, and asked if I would like anything else. I looked at her eyes and she was smiling, and I said yes but this probably wasn't the place, as we could hear others being welcomed on the flight behind us. She stayed busy most of the flight, but before we landed, she had one of the other flight attendents get my case for me, so I would not forget it. When she walked by, I told her I was disappointed that she hadn't gotten it for me, and she squatted next to me and rubbed my ankle, and slightly parted her knees so I could see our little secret. Unfortunately, I was being met by one of my associates to help me because of my injury, so I never saw that lovely flight attendent again, but whenever possible, I still fly on any airline based in Great Britain.