When he showed up we nearly set it on fire.
What a birthday.
We made love, had a late dinner and then made love the rest of the night.
I got out of the shower and hurried to get dressed.
The Limo was picking me up to take me back to the airport.
I had an eleven o'clock session with a new client.
Steve had a few more meetings today. He said he'd be home late tonight.
I was buttoning my pants when Steve came up behind me.
"Here," he said, handing me a magazine. "For the plane."
I looked at the cover. It was some nudie rag.
"I know you'll only read the articles."
He laughed and slid his hand down my still unbuttoned pants.
"Steve."
He began pulling down my pants. "You still have twenty minutes before the Limo comes. There's always room for a quickie."
He was right about that.
I sat in my seat and sniffed the air.
I could smell the faint odor of sex on me through my cologne.
So could the Steward. Or was it my beaming smile that gave me away?
"Somebody had fun this morning." he said, handing me an orange juice.
I felt my face turn red. I grabbed the magazine that Steve had bought me and hurriedly opened it.
A naked man stared me back. I quickly dropped it onto my lap. Thank goodness the plane wasn't crowded and a nun wasn't sitting next to me.
"Maybe you didn't get so lucky after all." smirked the Steward.
I went two shades of red darker. "This? I...my boyfriend bought this for me...um..."
"Sure."
He pushed his cart down the aisle.
I picked up the magazine and looked again at the naked man in the photo.
I did a double take.
The naked man was Drew.
Holy shit.
The pictures I took of him were there-- in living color.
I felt the anger well up inside me.
Eric. I don't know how I knew. I just did.
That son of a bitch stole the pictures and then sold them to this rag?
Why though?
That I didn't know.
Maybe there's some sicko inside with that cool Doctor on the outside.
Drew.
If he's seen these, he'll blame me.
Damn!
