Vintage Pulp | Aug 27 2013 |
![FLIGHT 69](/images/headline/2185.png)
I think there's space in my cockpit for you, as long as you don't mind squeezing in.
Actually, they call it a flight deck now, precisely so passengers on the aircraft don’t all snicker when the captain announces, “And sharing the cockpit with me this evening is first officer...” We came across this cover for Mike Avallone’s 1962 sleaze novel Flight Hostess Rogers and it sort of spoke to us. The book is about a “handsome, satanic flight captain” and a stewardess named Ceil Rogers who he takes sexual advantage of, and who (standard in sleaze) thinks she may have liked it. The art is uncredited, but rather effective, we think.