Chapter 3: White w/Red Heart Thong

“I love you too, but don’t change the subject you horse’s ass!”

I could tell that despite the perceived hostility, her play on my screen name was a good sign.

“Baby ... there was never going to be an ideal time for this. We’ve waited, what, over a year now?” I was using an advanced version of Siri, so I was speaking and sending text quite fast now. “I know you are in a panic, but I’m confident that my letter to your Dad will help smooth everything over. You know how I am with words, and, you told me that he’s a reasonable...”

“YOU SENT THE LETTER TOO?????????” Her text interrupted mine.

“Yes, I did.”

That was the last text I received from her that day. It took several emails and voice mails to finally get her to talk to me; it was after midnight. True to my word, her Dad was accepting of my explanation of our relationship, and even a bit relieved that she had found a responsible man.

Phone sex that night was one-sided ... it was “make-up phone sex” and I was doing my best to relieve her tension. It worked, thankfully, and she slept quite well.

The slight bounce from the wheels hitting the runway woke me from my sleep. I looked out the window and saw LAX speeding by. Once the plane settled and ferried us to a terminal access point, I got up and retrieved my carry on luggage. As I exited the jet, Ms. Million Dollar Smile wished me well, and I was off to find the rest of my luggage.

Waiting around for baggage handlers to mishandle the baggage was tiresome, until I got hugged from behind, which completely started me. I spun around.

“Tanya! What the ... you weren’t going to be able...” and that was the last word I spoke as she launched herself into the air, wrapping her legs around me, and fastening her lips to mine, no pretense ... tongues touching in that age-old dance of oral love.