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FLYING SEX

Go on, Jennifer.

In spite of everything, I remember my wedding day with happiness.

During the ceremony and the drive to the airport,

I was feeling confused and dazed.

It all happened in such a rush.

I'd only met Roman some eight weeks earlier.

We were already married.

We were very sensible during those 8 weeks.

Nothing had happened between us yet.

We jointly decided to "consummate" our love with a clear conscience,

so as not to spoil anything.

Judging by the first time, it seems it was worth it.

These are our seats. Let's sit down.

I was mistaken. It didn't work out. Only that one time, on the plane.

The honeymoon, from a sexual point of view,

was a complete disaster.

Yet, those days in Rome were terrific.

I was psychologically prepared.

But, physically...

Physically, I seemed to have a block.

Every intercourse with my husband has been a nightmare ever since.

Despite my good intentions,

despite my inner convictions, my goodwill,

I just couldn't achieve orgasm.

It's a shame as we get on perfectly.

Roman was very sympathetic towards me. He did everything

to erase this sort of...

inhibition, but there was nothing more that could be done. Poor Roman.

I never felt anything.

Yet, I'm still in love with my husband. I love him.

But, before you got married, you had other...?

No, never. I never felt anything.

My sexual encounters prior to marriage weren't particularly indicative.

A few times in the car.

I blamed myself for not being relaxed.

Therefore...

Then, I went as far as hand-picking a guy so as to cheat on Roman.

Yes, I cheated on him because I had to find out what was wrong with me.

But, even with those occasional lovers, I never reached orgasm.

Except once. Yes, something did happen once.

I see.

Come here, Jennifer. Make yourself comfortable.

Relax. Go on.

My concern, now that I have to join my husband in Santo Domingo,

is the fact that, after a 3-month separation,

and however much I wish to be with him,

I might still let him down. - Then, simulate.

Man can reach orgasm even if woman remains passive.

Not Roman.

He can't even get an erection if the woman doesn't join in.

After all, he senses that I'm faking it.

I've tried several times.

From what you've told me, one unusual fact seems to emerge.

The airplane seems to be the catalysing environment

where you can have a satisfying sexual release.

Forgive the bad joke, but you should be an air-hostess.

Right.

However, there's one problem I'd like to clear up.

That is, to discover the cause

of this environmental restraint of yours, in order to remove it.

To look into your past for the trauma that caused this breakdown.

It's not easy but I'd like to try.

With your help.

Make yourself more comfortable. Stretch out on the couch.

Just like that. Relax.

Try to empty your mind of any present worries. And concentrate.

Concentrate.

Now, listen carefully.

You're no longer here with me. You've gone away.

Perhaps at home with your family, a long time ago.

Yes, you've gone back into your past,

in search of a sensation, of a memory connected with an airplane.

Try to concentrate. What do you see?

A birthday. - Good. Then what?

On the cake, there are 15 candles.

And hands holding a package. - What's inside it?

An airplane. - Really?

Yes, an airplane with red wings.

It's lovely.

I want to play with it. - Why not?

Continue. Continue, Jennifer.

You liked that airplane an awful lot, didn't you? - Yes.

It was my cousin Robert's birthday.

I want an airplane like that too! Yes, I do!

No, Dad! Don't hit me!

But why? Why should it be a toy only for boys?

I want one too! I would've done anything to have it.

What happened next? Tell me.

Now, Robert starts comforting me. He's taken me out to the terrace.

Yes.

"Don't cry, Jennifer," he says. "I'll let you play with my plane."

"Listen to the roar of the motor. Isn't it fun? It seems so real."

Then, he gently pushes me back on the bench.

I realize he practically undressed me.

Then, he caresses and caresses me...

And all the time he makes the beautiful plane go through the air.

He makes it touch my body. I'm trying to resist him.

No, Robert! Stop it!

But he doesn't stop. "Be good, Jennifer," he says.

"You like this game, right? Let's play together."

I can no longer move.

"Now, be good, Jennifer," he keeps repeating.

I seem to be paralysed by this marvelous feeling.

"You like this game, don't you?"

"You can play with the airplane whenever you like."

Go on, Robert!

Yes, I like it. I like it, I like it...

Yes, I like it. I like it...

Don't stop! Again, Robert!

Yes, that's it.

Again...

Don't stop, Robert! Don't stop...

It's wonderful!

It's a wonderful game.

Don't stop! Please, continue!

It's amazing!

That'll do, Jennifer. Come on, sit up.

Very well. I'm pleased. We might've uncovered the origin of your trauma.

We'll resume analysis on your return. However,

now you're about to meet your husband, try to relax completely.

Maybe...

this long separation, might have already brought about a miracle.

In any case, while on the plane, try to think of everything but sex.

So, how was your trip? - Wonderful! Fantastic!

Well, are we in America?

I mean, in the USA?

What're you saying? Santo Domingo is a republic.

They've had tough times, but it's still an independent republic.

Really?

Do you know who founded Ciudad Trujillo, the capital?

Who? You?

It was founded by Bartholomew Columbus.

Bartholomew? - That's right.

The brother of the more famous Christopher.

I thought...

They preserve the remains of the illustrious Christopher in the cathedral.

I'll take you there tomorrow. Want to? - Of course I do!

I want to see everything here. I nominate you as my personal guide.

It'll be an honor for me, ma'am.

Besides, we'll have lots of swims. - Yes.

And we'll sunbathe a lot. - Yes!

And then... - And then?

And then... I know what.

Here we are.

What is it? A native village? - No!

This is a luxurious hotel, including private bungalows

that add a bit of local color.

You're only staying for 4 days. Not much to make up for a 3-month separation.

We'll have enough time. - Necessity is the mother of invention.

Here you are.

It's quite a way from the airport. - Yes, but it's peaceful here.

Are you tired? - No. I am rather thirsty.

What are you offering? - I know your tastes.

Tequila on the rocks.

They have a special tequila here that can raise the dead.

I'll be with you right away, darling. It's almost ready.

Here's your drink, ma'am.

Will you let me read your new novel?

I don't know. Maybe if you're good.

Luana!

Luana! - Who's Luana?

The housekeeper who's been looking after me.

Pretty? - You'll see.

There she is.

Well...

I hope she cooks as good as she looks.

Yes, she's very good at fishing. - Right, I can well see it.

There's still time for a nice swim. The Caribbean is marvelous. Want to?

Yes, let's go.

This is Luana.

Thank you, Luana.

Quite some fish! - I told you. She's a perfect housekeeper.

Don't forget, Luana.

Tonight, I want an extra special dinner. All right?

Come here!

Stop it, Roman!

And then, the sand statue turned into a woman.

How come you still don't feel anything, after all this time?

You'll never be able to come. I've waited 3 months for this moment.

We can't go on like this.

I've had it, Jennifer.

I need a woman. A real woman!

I'm sure that Roman's novel will be a best-seller.

And next year, it'll be out in paperback.

Here you are, sir.

A toast!

Here you are, darling.

Here's to your success!

It's delicious. I'm capable of drinking 2 or 3 bottles of this stuff.

No way! - Yes, it's true.

He's a real sponge. - Nobody's perfect.

A little drop and my head starts spinning.

You'll appreciate these things at my age. You're very young. You wouldn't know.

She doesn't need to, with a husband like hers.

By the way, what do you think of your husband's novel?

I haven't read it yet. I'd rather judge it when it's finished.

It's fantastic.

It's a real blow to all those people who continue to hide their depravity,

their hypocrisy, their conformism,

behind so-called politeness and respectability.

This novel will be read by everybody. They'll recognize themselves and how!

No one is going to admit that they read it. Let alone that they enjoyed it.

It'll be a bombshell. You can take my word for it.

Cheers!

We'll take a trip around the islands. I'll show you some wonderful spots.

If you like, you can water-ski. Or, if you prefer, some surfing.

Make the most of it while you're still young. As for me...

Chin up, Mr Slider. You're not bad looking.

Would you give me a cigarette?

Everyone's asleep.

Shall we go to the cabin?

What's going on? - Nothing. Madam suffers from seasickness.

Unfortunately, it always happens when we put out to sea.

Poor thing. I can imagine her suffering.

These have been four wonderful days. Thank you.

Too bad I have to go. - What do you have to do in New York?

Mr Slider doesn't want me to hang around you. He's in a hurry to publish your novel.

No, Roman. I'd better go.

Although, you're right.

I have nothing to do there. Frankly, I get bored.

But, I feel useless.

I'd like to get a job that would appeal to me, take my mind off things.

What kind of job? - I don't know.

Don't laugh at me. I want to be an air-hostess.

I can understand that you're bored, all by yourself,

but an air-hostess! Always away, always on a trip...

I can do the course. Then we'll see.

Maybe after a few days or flights, I'll discover it's not my sort of job.

Anyway, when you get back, I can always resign.

I think it'll be interesting. Actually, stimulating.

It's all an experience, right?

All right, Jennifer, as you like.

You're a honey!

Just another week and the course will be over. I can't wait, Barbara!

Look out. Just finishing the course doesn't mean you'll get a job.

The selection is rigorous.

Even if, to clear some hurdles, let's say, technical ones,

there's a way and it's always the same. - What would that be?

Accepting the invitation to dinner from the chief instructor, Mr Murphy.

Dinner and after-dinner.

I must confess I went through it and I got a job.

It was also a pleasure.

Mr Murphy has all the attributes to have you spend some quality time.

I assure you he's got everything you need. The right things in the right place.

To tell the truth, after a year being an air-hostess, I'm already bored.

Really?

I'll take two.

Anyway, I've never considered this to be a steady job.

Quite the contrary. It's just a launch pad.

A launch pad?

Yes, darling. You don't understand because you're happily married.

I'm still looking for my kindred spirit who should also be loaded with money.

It was kind of you to lend me your apartment.

How could I invite Mr Murphy to that shack in Brooklyn?

I share it with Anna who's a real pain in the ass.

I must become an air-hostess at any price.

You can still change your mind.

I'm just waiting for a phone call. Then, I'm off.

Don't worry. You'll have all the time you need.

Oh, my! It must be him. - Probably. Mix a cocktail.

Calm down. I'll get it.

But, I...

Don't worry. I'm on my way out. Jane is in there.

Come in.

I'll show you the way.

Come over here.

Jane! It's Mr Murphy.

Hello! - Hi! - A scotch? - With ice?

Thanks.

That'll be for me. Excuse me. See about it, Jane.

To the airline. - And to the pretty air-hostesses.

Good.

I'm sorry but I've got to run. - What a pity!

A real pity. See you tomorrow, then? - Sure.

Will you be home late, Jennifer?

I'm afraid so. I don't think I'll be home before midnight.

Bye! - Bye! Have a good time!

Cheers!

Shall we put some music on?

How about a glass of champagne?

It's just what we need.

How can it be that I'm condemned forever to this sexual hang-up?

I pretended to go out just to see if watching two people making love together

would get me excited.

But nothing. I also tried to stimulate myself.

You did your best.

Mr Murphy too seemed to try his hardest.

You can say that again. No sacrifice has ever been so pleasant.

Don't feel bad, Jennifer.

Your analyst will unblock you. It's just a question of time.

Yes, but how long must I wait?

I've had it!

The only thing I've discovered is that I can make love only on a plane.

Anyway, it's never comfortable in a plane. You're at home, in a nice bed,

all naked...

You can laugh but I'm in a mess.

Jennifer? - Yes?

Have you ever made love to a woman?

I haven't. Why?

No reason.

Sometimes, between two women, two friends,

one can lose her inhibitions and let herself go completely.

Well, then? Want to try?

I might help you. Let's start like this. I'll caress you,

and you'll tell me if you feel anything.

Or, if you like, you can caress me.

All right! Anyhow, I should try everything once.

Let's start by kissing each other.

Don't you feel anything? - No.

Do you like it? - It's pleasant but I don't feel anything.

It's a bit early to say that.

No... I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.

It's because you don't participate.

This film should've given you an idea of what your job might entail.

The air-hostess should behave like a perfect mistress of the house.

The guest, that is, the traveler,

should be put completely at their ease.

Hospitality is sacred as in antiquity.

The guest is entitled to everything since they pay for the service.

Never forget, once you're on the plane,

all your personal worries should be put aside.

On your lips, a smile should reign supreme.

By the way, remember what I told you in a previous lesson.

Besides the boarding card, each passenger is given a form.

Don't forget it.

This form may well express opinions about the behavior of the crew.

After each flight, these forms are forwarded to the personnel department.

Therefore,

it's clear that the company will take account of such opinions.

Have I made myself clear?

Very well, girls.

I hope you've taken notes of everything I said.

Today's lesson is now over.

We'll see each other tomorrow, at the same time. Have a nice day.

Good-bye!

See you tomorrow. Bye!

He was eyeing you up and down.

Getting a job depends on you now.

And I want that job. I want it with full marks.

Mr Murphy...

What is it?

There were a few obscure points in your lesson today.

If you don't mind, I'd like to delve into the matter.

Anything in particular?

What's the extent of our readiness? - It depends on you.

Can we see that training film again?

I was about to suggest that myself.

Hi, Jennifer! - Hi, Barbara!

How are you? - Fine.

Hey, let me look at you.

You look marvelous in uniform. Really wonderful.

So, you actually made it? - Yes, I did.

I did my best and I managed to come out on top of the course. That's all.

Really?

Did Mr Murphy try his hardest too?

Who knows? - None of my business anyway.

I'm happy for you. You deserve it though Mr Murphy did give you a helping hand.

It was worth it, right? - I can't complain. - I'll bet!

What have you been up to?

I'm getting married. - You're not! - I am.

I've found Mr. Right. - Kindred spirit? Loaded with money? - Lots of money!

I'm going to live with him in Texas where he has some oil wells.

Some? - 15. - Well done!

It's your maiden flight. When do you leave? - I'll check with the flight department.

Best wishes! - Thanks.

Let's see... Coffee, tea,

lemon, milk...

I think that's everything. - And the sugar?

I forgot the sugar!

Is this your first flight?

You mustn't be so tense and worried. Relax.

I'm here to help you. Everything you need.

Thanks, you're very kind to me.

It's my duty.

Hi there! Even if it's my first flight, I think I'm getting on well.

And I suggest we drink a toast to the big event.

May you have a 1,000 happy flights!

I have to go. - Go on! I won't go away.

A lady wants an aspirin. Where do you keep them?

The lady can wait.

Where did we stop?

A hand right up here, and the other right down there.

Damn it! The aspirin.

All right.

The lady has been taken care of. - Thank goodness!

Not again! - Take it easy.

Here I am!

Here I am!

Sorry!

Where were we?

My turn!

I must go!

I'm going crazy!

Yes?

This is your captain speaking.

Soon we'll be landing at the Kennedy airport in New York.

The local temperature is 28°C (82 F) and it's a nice, sunny day.

I hope you enjoyed your trip.

At last, we've 10 minutes to ourselves.

Don't worry.

Hi there! - Jennifer! Welcome back! How are you?

I got your wire and decided to wait. So, how did it go?

Superbly! It was the most exciting experience of my whole life.

Flying is just... fantastic! - Is there anything else?

Such towns! Such scenery! They were all nice to me.

They took me to a place where you can eat and dance.

Then, what?

Then, I bought a lot of stuff. Beautiful dresses, too. Take your pick.

Lovely! - You like it?

Or you like this one better? - I'll take this one.

Do you mind? - Shall we try them on? - Yes, let's!

What're you waiting for?

I'm glad I bought that dress.

That color really suits you.

I can't go out dressed like this!

Yes, you might get arrested for incitement to assault.

How do I look? - Fabulous as always.

I'm dead tired. I need a nice bath.

Let's go. I'll tell you what happened.

I've a vague feeling that I'm very close to resolving my problem.

I'm glad. Stand up and I'll soap your back.

May I?

If you want to.

I've been running my eye over your flight history, Mrs Tracy.

Something wrong?

Well, yes and no.

Of course, you're a good worker and our company's most sought-after air-hostess.

This is the positive aspect that the company can't possibly object to.

Every captain on the line wants you as a crew member.

All the stewards want you on their team.

On the popularity poll, to use a television expression,

your flights are rated very high.

You're willing to cope with any emergency.

Very often, you volunteer

to work overtime or to cover for a colleague who is ill.

So, from a certain point of view, I should praise your devotion to duty,

your efficiency,

meticulousness, punctuality... All of them great qualities.

But, there's the other side of the coin.

I'm afraid that the excess flying hours you've flown recently

might, sooner or later, weaken your psycho-physical resistance.

I think that a few days or a week on vacation will ward off the danger.

Don't you agree? So...

I assure you I'm okay. I'm not in the least tired.

To be quite honest, I only get bored on the ground.

Believe me, Mrs Tracy. I'm talking from experience.

Too many flying hours are tiresome.

It can lead to nervous exhaustion in a very short while.

But I... - Please listen. Why don't you join your husband?

Stay with him for a week or longer. It'll do you good.

I'm sure you won't be bored with him. - Right.

My section head was right.

I really needed a vacation.

I'm thankful that he forced you to join me. When I saw you, I couldn't believe my eyes.

I was... going through a crisis with my novel.

But now I'm sure I'll soon finish it.

I may even finish it in time and go back to New York with you.

Leave me alone!

I want to make love to you.

You said you were going to send your manuscript to Mr Slider,

and we'll go back to New York. Then...

I promise it'll be better than the first time.

But I want you now. - Hold on a few days and you'll see.

You won't regret it.

Well, we're on the plane now.

You're right. Come with me.

So, coffee, tea...

Hi, Kate. Hi, George. - Hi! What can I do for you?

Of course, Jennifer. Anything for a colleague.

Thanks, Kate. Well?

Don't just stand there. - And the order? - Don't worry. Can't you take a hint?

What are you peeping at? - Just a peek. - Let's go!

That was wonderful! Like the first time on our honeymoon. Remember?

Roman, there's something I can no longer keep to myself.

I've a confession to make to you. - Good or bad?

It's embarrassing but you must try to understand me.

I can only come on an airplane.

Every time I board an airplane, I'm taken over by some sort of rapture.

An impulse I could never control,

and which I had to satisfy and rouse. An uncontrollable erotic desire.

It happened every time on a plane, with or without you.

What a funny way to tell me you cheat on me.

Don't get the wrong idea, Roman. Please. I only ask that we discuss this calmly.

I mean, each time you've flown, you got it off with the first guy you met.

And I'm supposed to take this calmly? You're kidding? - Try to understand!

All I understand is I'm a complete laughing stock.

If I were a reasonable man, I'd get up and walk away. I might as well do that.

But first, I want to know how many men you've slept with? - Roman, please!

How many? 10? 100? Maybe two at a time. They waited in line.

You're hurting me!

You had fun with them. Lucky guys. You were always stingy to me. - Please!

Before you judge me, I want you to go talk with my analyst.

He can explain better than I can about the nature of my trauma.

Of course I'll go. I've always been a sucker for crap talk.

As soon as I realized there was a problem, I immediately contacted an analyst.

I didn't have the courage to tell you.

Roman, believe me, I love you!

Please, now that Dr Ray wants to talk to you too,

promise me that you'll listen to him. He'll explain everything.

You'll see, everything will be fine. Do you promise? Please promise!

All right. - Thanks!

Most likely the cause of the trauma goes back to Mrs Tracy's childhood.

Or rather, her adolescence.

Maybe, that little airplane with red wings your wife told me about.

And now, with her complete cooperation, I'm trying to find

the key to the apparatus that makes her reach orgasm only on a plane.

Or rather, stirs up that psycho-physical desire to make love in an airplane.

The problem can be solved only by finding this key.

Anyhow, for the time being,

your wife ought to continue flying.

Who's stopping her?

Very well.

Now, I ask you to leave the room. I'd like to talk to your wife. Do you mind?

All right.

Do you think it's necessary? - Excuse me?

Wouldn't it be better if my husband attended at least one session?

No, no.

Don't worry, Mrs Tracy. This is going to be a short session.

You did well to confess everything to him. I congratulate you.

It was the best solution. Your husband is an intelligent man.

Right now I can say this is going to be the final session.

I'm... I'm cured?

You mean that I'm actually cured?

Of course, Mrs Tracy.

I think this is the best moment to tell your husband officially.

Yes, doctor? - Ask Mr Tracy to step this way.

Mr Tracy has left.

What do you mean?

Did he leave a message for me? - No, ma'am.

He got up. He looked at me for a moment. Then he left without even saying goodbye.

That means you'll explain everything to him.

For my part, I wish you all the best.

I swear, I just don't know what to do, what decision to take...

I just can't make up my mind.

To kill her, or to end it all.

Meanwhile, stop drinking. You're dead drunk.

Give me that glass. Stop drinking. - Give me another one.

You're not helping yourself. Not at all.

Come on in, George!

Sorry! Hi, there! - Hi, Anna. This is Roman, Jennifer's husband.

And this is George.

Jennifer knows how to pick them. He sure is handsome.

This is Anna, a friend of mine.

We're going to take a shower.

Right now? - Come on, you idiot!

Since you got married, you've never slept around?

A few times, only from necessity.

I too need to make love occasionally.

For you, maybe a necessity. But for me, it's a pleasure.

Come on, you'll feel better afterwards.

Roman, I want you so much! Come on!

I can't take any more!

Come on, don't ask me to beg for it.

You're so mean!

Well now!

Poor thing, all alone.

See about it, George.

Goodbye! - Goodbye, girls.

Goodbye. - Excuse me.

Wait for me, Pat!

Hurry up. - Are you coming with me?

Not bad!

Are you Mr Murphy? - At your disposal, Mr Tracy.

I'd like to apologize for what I said on the phone.

Frankly, now I don't even know why I asked to see you.

I just did it impulsively or maybe out of despair.

I was thinking that you, knowing this sort of life,

could tell me, could advise me on what to do.

I don't know what else to do. - You don't need to go any further.

Believe me, I met you wife when she took our courses.

I noticed that she was intelligent and sensitive. Maybe too much so.

Sensitivity seems to have upset your relationship.

The way I see it, you should be a bit more tactful.

Try to support your wife.

I'm sure your problems would disappear.

I like you, Mr Tracy.

I'll find a way to resolve your problems. You can trust me.

And don't worry. You won't regret it either.

Very well. Thanks.

Darling!

Why are you dressed up like that? Is it a joke? - No.

I told Mr Murphy all about my situation.

He put me on a crash course for stewards. Graduated with honors.

Nice! That way, we can always fly together.

What about our passengers? Who will take care of them?

The passengers can take care of themselves.

We have to make up for lost time.

And there's a lot to make up.

English subs by: marooned2, August 2020