"Pardoname Signor but you have cum" said the young male Air Brasil flight attendant as he looked up from the Rev. Dr. Dr. Virgil Miller "Father Cassian" Newton's lap.
"You're right, I have!" replied the Rev. Dr. Dr. Virgil Miller "Father Cassian" Newton as he leaned back in the lavatory seat, in the coach class cabin of the Air Brasil jumbo jet as it flew Sao Paolo.
Father Cassian reached into his pocket and handed the lad a twenty.
As the young male flight attendant stood up to leave, Father Cassian zipped up his pants and smiled to himself contentedly. After a minute or two he arose and walked out of the lavatory into the cabin and took his seat on the flight.
"What a great idea I had, to call Dean," he thought, "this will truly be the culmination of all of my hopes and dreams."
Father Cassian looked out the window, a gleam in his eyes, as he considered the possibilities - more money flowing in, more children to abuse, and the restoration to his rightful place as the world's preeminent youth drug treatment guru.
He smiled as he leaned back in his seat and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the good times that awaited him in Brazil.
