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'In All The Wrong Places'
To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty.
- Oscar Wilde (excerpt from 'An Ideal Husband')
Part One: ''Rules of Departure ~ A Prologue''
Sometimes I wake up knowing that today is going to be 'me against the world' this morning was no different, but why should it be? I woke up to the sound of the hotel concierge pounding on my door, I'd slept through three wake up calls and my airport transfer was waiting. The 'perfect' ending to the 'perfect' holiday. I stirred beneath the crumpled covers and amongst the chaotic sheets, reminders of the night before with... Jamie? was it Jamie? James? Jim? 'J' something anyway
''Sir! Your transfer is waiting'' pause ''Please Sir you shouldn't miss your check in''
the man's anxious appeal was muffled through the door but coherent enough to pull me head first into the land of the living
''Ok ok, I'm on my way" warm feet meet the cold floor ''don't have an aneurysm!'' the banging and pleading ceased.
Luckily years of travel had provided me a set of commonsense rules, departure rule (i): 'Always pack the night before' my abundant gear was folded efficiently into two cases and a carry on. I pulled on the clothes I'd left neatly on the dresser; comfortable Jeans, a light collared shirt with a plain pattern and a cashmere sweater. Departure rule (ii) 'Never let Cashmere fly coach' I chuckled to myself, remembering my favourite coat was hanging in the closet. Checking myself in the mirror I made use of the complimentary mouthwash and took a deep 'minty fresh' breath in.
The drive to the airport was refreshingly quiet, minimal traffic and best of all; no needless conversation. I slipped the driver a few banknotes after he helped me load my cases onto a trolley and quickly made my way out of the worsening weather. Inside the terminal I made my way to the first class check in and handed over my passport and e-ticket to the attractive young attendant.
''Would you like me to check you through to your final stop sir?'' I wasn't very alert at the best of times, 5 am was certainly not the best of times.
''Sorry what was tha... oh yes, thank you umm'' blank ''Gareth?''
''No problem sir, Please leave your bags on the conveyor and I'll escort you to the Lounge''
One of the many perks of flying on my Father's account was the comfort of a quiet airport lounge, besides... all the best looking attendants are in first class, I almost collided with the (firm and distracting) back side of 'Gareth' blushing I mumbled an apology
''Don't worry Mr. O'Neil, it's early for me too" damn his perfect smile and chiseled features "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
I was too polite, and too spaced out to ask for anything I really wanted
"No, nothing at all" I paused, here was my last chance ''Thank you for your help''
After a quiet drink I found a comfortable seat and slipped into some deserved catch up sleep.
For the second time that day I was woken with urgency
''Sir... Mr. O'Neil'' Gareth again, I sluggishly came to the realization that I was in an airport lounge
''Sir, your plane is ready to board first class passengers, follow me to the gate please''
All I could do was groan in agreement, I grabbed the handle of my carry-on and followed the attendant again, pausing to gulp down a complimentary glass of Jameson a.k.a 'Adrenaline' feeling slightly more alert I thanked Gareth as he handed me my boarding pass trying in vain to reassure him that I wouldn't forget my head if it wasn't screwed on, somehow I don't think he was convinced. The air host checked my pass and waved me up the front of the plane to the business class section, I stowed my bag (after pulling out my i-Pod of course) and settled into my comfortable seat where more sleep awaited.
Four flights and forty hours later I arrived on the opposite side of the world, If I'd arrived in winter the scenery would have looked very similar to the country I'd left two days ago... but summer had dried out the usually luxuriant grass and the humidity as I stepped out of the small link aircraft onto the tarmac was less than refreshing; but it tasted, smelled, looked like 'home' or as close to it as I'd got so far.
=============================================================================== Author's Note:
This is the 'prologue' to what I hope will be a much longer story, any suggestions or comments can be directed to me at: shawnkale@live.com
Sorry for the lack of 'usual' erotic material, I hope new installments will satisfy all your more carnal needs as well as your other 'desires'
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