Frisky flyers

WHEN I was an air stewardess, I would occasionally encounter a cheeky passenger who would whisper, “Errr . . . people do it in the car, on a ship, on a train . . . but do they do it on a plane?”  

Yes, we are talking about membership to the elusive Mile High Club. The belief here is that if sex on terra firma can be earth-shattering, it must be stratospheric in the skies. Cloud nine, so to speak.