Thomas let out a relieved sigh as the plane landed. His grip relaxed on the armrests of his seat as the plane settled on the tarmac and began heading towards his gate.
“First time flying?” The man sitting to Thomas’ right asked.
“No,” Thomas replied. “I just really hate flying.” There was a cold sweat clinging to his undershirt.
The man laughed. “A good drink usually helps me whenever I get the jitters. I’ve been on a plane every single week for the past ten years. No matter the weather, good beer will settle the soul.”
“I’ll need about six when I finally get home to see the missus,” Thomas said, slumping back into his chair.
“Lucky man.”
Thomas reached into his jacket and pulled out his cellphone. There was a text from Julie. He swiped it open and his eyes went wide as saucers when he saw what she had sent. It was a picture of her, laying back on their bed with her legs crossed, covering her groin. One arm was covering her bare breasts, the other holding the phone above her. Her pink lips were curled in a mischevious smile and her bright blue eyes sparkled in a Cheshire way. A simple message accompanied the teasing picture: