I found her in the arrivals area. A handheld black board stated: “RUSS!”

“What are you doing with that sign, sweetheart?”

She was giggling.

“I was waiting for you, Russ.”

“Come, girl.”

Paula handed the board back to the limo driver she’d borrowed it from and shifted into my arms.

“You came to see me, Russ.” Her whisper.

“Yes, baby. I came to see our girl.”

She quickly melded back into my arms as we drove thru the streets.

“I couldn’t wait to see you, Russ.”

I laughed softly as we traversed the area I recognized as Old Town forty years prior.

“The hippies were all thru this section, Paula.”

Now, now it was still. The “years of lightning day of drums” had finally ceased.

“The ‘who,’ Russ?”

I smiled. “Yes, baby, ‘The Who.’”

She was humming softly, contently.

“Where’s your teddy bear, Paula?”

“It’s back at the apartment. We’re almost there, Russ.”

“Did you go on today, angel?”

“Just a little. I was mostly getting ready for you.”

She held my left hand and played with my rings, running her warm fingers around the soft gold. Her scent, something unfamiliar filled the time.

“You smell so good, baby.”

“That’s my Tommy Girl. I’m glad you like it, Russ. Stop here, cabbie. This is it.”

“This is where I live now. This is my place.” She was standing in the kitchen galley, her eyes glistening ever so beautifully.

“Can you stay the night, Russ?”

“Yes.”

“I want to show you my teddy bear. He’s in my bedroom.”

“Come, Russ, come with me and I will show you my bear.”

She’d moved and was standing by the couch, interrupting my view of her CPU, the screen emblazoned in the familiar XHAMSTER logo--upper left. The dozen virtual roses, plus one I’d sent her that morning present and accounted for on the page--lower right.

“This is my bedroom, Russ. And here he is. I sleep with him every night. He keeps me company when I get lonely.”

“Are you lonely a lot, sweetheart?”

“No. But, sometimes, I am.”

I woke in darkness. Her candles extinguished. I discovered myself clutching Paula’s bear instead of her. I softly chuckled as I shifted to sit up. My feet touched her top where she’d tossed it so adorably to show me. So I could see. So I could touch. So I could taste. And now so I could smell. Her Tommy Girl. I set her top next to her bear.

She’d been excited and warm and so very wet. And she’d kissed, and purred and sighed and then we each found our rapture, together.