Although the plane ride was smooth, Rich was fidgety and couldn't sit still, his back feeling like thousands of ants were having a party, dancing their little feet up and down his back. The turning and tossing was getting on Liana's nerves and she could not take it anymore."Honey, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" she asked as she forced a smile and massaged his arm. Seeing a hostess pass by, she requested two glasses of white wine. Passing a glass to Rich, she took a sip of hers, hoping it would calm her nerves. She had been reluctant to go back home, what with the endless pampering, massages at the beauty spa, and exquisite dinners, not forgetting being maned the best couple at last night's beach party. But ever since Rich called his mother, he was like one on hot coals, never settling down, and even his lovemaking was lousy. If she hadn't had long-term plans, she would have burst with anger already. She settled herself in her seat, wishing for the comfort of first class.
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