Layover [MF]

Dee and I had stayed in touch since we split up; mostly just chatting and the occasional flirting session. But distance had cooled the passion over time. What was the point of becoming invested emotionally and physically when we weren't the emotionally and physically just was not going to happen.

I traveled a bit, but she flew constantly with her work, although unfortunately nevere to my town. On this one occasion I flew cross country, connecting in Toronto (Dee's hometown) on my way to the east coast. The weather worked against me and my connection arrived late ensuring me a long wait until morning with some security guards and late night maintenance people to keep me company.

I texted Dee to see how she was doing these days.

"Hey kiddo. Stuck at YYZ. Entertain me?"

Her response was immediate. "How long?"

"3 hours. 5am flight."

She respnded with an image. Her in bed, possibly naked with her finger against her temple like she was thinking. "Dont move, I have an idea." She sent a series of images over the next 30 minutes.