Where the fuck is she?

If she was coming, then she should have been here by now. The flight leaves in nearly an hour and a half, and she’s still not here. I never fucking panic, but my palms are sweaty, and I think that maybe I should have gone to the fucking diner, got down on my hands and knees and begged her to come with me.

Why the fuck did I let pride get in the way? Once again. I need to stop doing this and just get on with my life… admit how I feel and stop living in darkness.

“Excuse me, sir?”

I turn around and see her smiling at me. She’s dressed all in white with a matching hat. She is a picture of sexiness all dressed in white. Her dress hugs in the right places, her breasts seem bigger as they spill at the top of her halter neck. And her legs are a tease, the dress is not too short that she could bend over, and I could see her panties, but its short enough that I get to glimpse at her long legs.

“Yes, may I help you?” I growl as if I’m an old man. I didn’t sleep, how could I? Knowing that there was a small chance she wouldn’t come. That I’ll see the headlines one day with news of her dead body being found. I couldn’t have that on my conscience, and I toyed with the idea of telling her the only way she could stay alive was to leave.

Seeing her in front of my eyes, I blink so many times wondering if this is all part of my dream. The one I had in between my nightmares.

“Well, I’m going to Cancun today, and I was wondering if you were on the same flight. I was wondering if I’m overdressed for Cancun?”

I shake my head. “You look perfect. Sexy. Eloquent, and I’m sure that the men will be after you like crazy.”

She giggles as we start to walk to the boarding gate.

It’s as if we’ve just met, but then again maybe we’ve both changed. I know that I’m no longer the Marco Raco she met and she’s no longer the fake Dana or the angry Leah who was after revenge.

“Well, I won’t even know what they say. You see…I have a confession.”

I wait for her to tell me something about why she turned up. Anything, so I know how to play this game.

“I don’t speak a word of Spanish,” she says and then she waits for my reaction.

But I keep on walking, in a few minutes they’ll have the closing gate sign up, and we won’t be going anywhere, and we need to leave today. We don’t have a choice in the matter if both of us want to live. I guess that she does, seeing as she’s here. I feel like a little kid with a major crush. I haven’t been stood up, and she could have bought a ticket to any destination she wanted, as soon as she saw I was part of the package. Knowing that she’s happy to go away with me, makes not only my cock twitch, but my stomach does a little rumble. “I’m a good teacher.”

“Really?” she asks surprised.

I nod in agreement. We get to the gate and then hand over our tickets. It looks as if we’re the last ones to be boarding, which surprises me because the Mexicans are always late.

I walk slowly as if I’m waiting for a lover and we’re traveling together as the attendant explains what Leah needs to do about her hat. It’s too big for her to wear on board and too small for her to put on her lap.

She smiles as they form some agreement. I’m half-listening and waiting for my contact to call me. I want one last message to find out the facts of her mom and stepsister. I want to tell her. I don’t want us to go to Mexico and then she finds out later on that something happened to them.

I see the message as it flashes on my screen:

Done!

I know exactly what it means. I turn around and try to find a trashcan. I quickly turn off my cell and dump it in. I’m sure that if someone finds it, then they’ll think that they’ve won the lottery. They have no idea what it will bring if they’re ever caught with my phone. I shrug and think about technology these days. They’re so many ways either that person will sell it or reprogram it, so that it may be untraceable. That’s a risk that I’m not willing to take.

She walks up to me, while I’m feeling a bit guilty about the idea that I could have stopped it from happening and I did nothing about it. Maybe Leah will hate me for doing it, or maybe she’ll salute me for finally turning a new leaf. Who fucking knows?

She bumps into me and says, “Sorry I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Carly Willows. And you are?”

I stand back, shocked that she’s introducing herself as the fake ID name that I gave her. I realize then that she’s not playing a game. She’s not even cheeky. She wants us to behave as if we don’t know each other. Maybe for her safety or maybe because she’s not sure if we should be together in Mexico. Either way, I decide to play along. I extend my hand to shake hers and reply, “My name’s Ted.”

I don’t say any more than that.

“Nice to meet you, Ted. I hope that we’re sitting near each other.”

“Why?” I stroke my beard wondering if I want to continue playing this little game.

She beams. “So that you can teach me a little Spanish before we land. I just don’t seem to be motivated to learn it when I try and do it alone.”

I nod and whisper to myself, “I see.”

I don’t, but we are sitting next to each other, and if anything happens then I’ll tell her to stop playing her little game so we can talk. We need to set some ground rules. But not now, because as I watch her swing her hips and hum a tune. I can see that she’s happy, just like she was when I first met her at the diner and I’m not regretting the move.

If anything, I’m looking forward to it.