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It was the first thing he made sure he did every time he boarded a plane ever since the deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs lost his life in the infamous crash with the ministerial Falcon exactly because he had neglected to do so. The proof that the nerve endings of her glute muscles had recorded his imperceptible movements to extract the strap and (had) pertinent-ly informed her brain’s operational centre was that, lifting her right butt-cheek, she freed it at once (not before she turned apologetically to look at him). The, in the first instance taken, decision to start chatting her up became final when the thing he had secretly been wishing, almost praying for all this time, in other words for her face (which he had hitherto only man-aged to catch a quick glimpse of) to rise up to the full height of the expectations that the view of her behind had nourished, turned into reality. Seconds later, the first phrase that came to mind was leaving his lips. It took, according to the rules of the game, the form of a question that encourages, almost forces, its receiver to take a position as well as its sender to reply. Where, however, it trampled over them was that, unlike the archetypal example of a guy in a Clock Tower square asking a woman passing by for the time, his interest in her answer was actually genuine.