1. One Flight Delayed


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    ... college and finished law school about the time she started high school. Tia knew the hard times before I found real success. I am a 42-year-old woman competing against lawyers 15 years younger for the same clients at the same point in our careers. But I am good at this shit, and my law firm rewards me well. With any luck, I’ll be my firm’s first black, female partner. Maybe in a year or so. But first I must get this fucking deal fixed and signed.”

From there we broke into some basic chit-chat. We both said we were excited about Tia’s wedding in June and connected over our frustration with Southworst’s service.

Finally, Serie turned the conversation to me.

“I want to thank you for tutoring Tia. She wouldn’t have gotten into med school without your help. She said you are crazy smart, a little nerdy, and very passionate. Who gets their PhD in molecular chemistry then turns down a crazy job offer from Dupont to pursue a music career?” Serie asked.

“Tia said I was nerdy?” I stuttered.

“She said you were crazy smart – and kind of cute. But you made a fucked-up decision skipping the hard-earned payday to be a session musician.”

“She said I was cute?” I stuttered again.

“Don’t get carried away. Tia is like her mom and into the ladies. You know Tia is marrying a woman named Molly, right?”

“Yeah, of course. It was never like that between me and Tia. She and I were great friends and had a lot of fun together, but nothing more,” I said blushing a little.

An ...
    ... announcement came over the intercom saying it would be at least four more hours before they could get a pilot for our flight. The voice assured us our flight wasn't canceled. Now we had some time to kill.

Tia suggested we go find some food. We walked the terminal and grabbed some expensive airport food and a few beers. After 90 minutes of drinking and talking we were both a bit intoxicated. That was when Serie shocked me.

“What I really need is a god pussy licking. An orgasm would relieve so much of this stress,” Serie said

“Is that a joke,” I asked.

“No, I’m serious as a fucking heart attack. I wish I had packed my vibrator in my carryon,” she said, finishing her last gulp of beer.

Maybe it was the IPA’s talking but I blurted out, “I could help you with that.”

Her eyes locked mine.

“You know that I am not into your plumbing, right. Like, dick does nothing for me,” she said.

“I’m guessing my tongue could meet your needs,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

She looked me up and down then said, “You would have to shave first. I don’t want no bearded man scratching up my mound.”

I stood, walked across the hall to the newsstand, and bought an electric razor, then returned to Serie.

“You’re pretty bold. How do you think we can make this scheme of yours work in the airport? We aren’t exactly alone,” Serie said doubtfully.

I took her hand, and we scurried to a family bathroom.

“What’s your plan?” she asked.

I pulled a piece of ...
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