Ignoring my throbbing dick, I sit back and bring Grace with me, positioning her in my lap and rocking her back and forth. "It's going to be okay, baby. I promise. This plane is safe. You are safe. I'm not going to let a thing happen to you. Ever." She curls into me, hiding her face in my throat and oh my God, it feels like my chest has been ripped wide open. Is this normal? "Grace, please. You will stop being scared immediately," I say, sounding winded.

She lifts her head, some of her fear ...