Here's a guy, he's in his late 20s, maybe early 30s, he owns a big hotel in midtown Manhattan, he's a millionaire many times over, he's in the papers so much that he's famous just for being who he is, he can have anything he wants in life, he can have any woman he wants. He's on a cross-country flight from L.A. to New York seated in first class next to an attractive woman. So what does he do after they have the first-class dinner service seated side by side?
He leans over, and without asking or even saying a word, he starts kissing her on the mouth and groping her breasts. When he takes his hand and starts reaching up her skirt, the woman picks up her purse and flees through the drawn curtains into the coach cabin.
