Then, a dark-haired hunk in a crisp stewardess having sex in cockpit
shirt approached me. We spent the night sailing around the Persian Gulf, holding hands and munching on salmon tartare, lobster and caviar. This romantic evening with the handsome billionaire was one of many glamorous dates I had during my year tenure as a Virgin Airlines flight attendant. Life was a blur of moneyed suitors and over-the-top parties. It was more than I could have ever imagined when I was a little girl growing up in the modest town of Hartlepool in northern England.