Sole Remedy Ch 6

I.

Michele Bravo walked through customs her normal, lithe self. With the full-body scanners they used these days, she knew she’d never get through in her fat-suit, and there was no need to even try. Once through customs, however, she pulled it out of her carryon bag and put it on.

She walked to the gate where the passengers for flight 612 to Sydney, Australia were foregathered. She gazed over the people there. There…there he was.

Michele smiled a slight smile. He was game, she’d give him that. He was seated in a chair near the plate glass windows overlooking the tarmac, headphones covering his ears, reading a book…she squinted…Terry Pratchett’s Thief of Time. Hmm. A Terry Pratchett fan. Well, that was one entry in the ‘let him live’ column…the world needed more Terry Pratchett fans.

She walked up to him. “Mr. Largo.”

He looked up quickly, grabbed off his headphones. “Miss Tula.”

“I don’t like to call you Mr. Largo. What is your real name?”

“Keller,” he said, after a moment’s hesitation. “And you are…Michele Bravo.”

She grinned. “If it pleases you to think so. I prefer you to call me Tula.”

“As you wish.”

“You’re in economy class?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, with a shrug, offering no explanation or excuse. She liked that. But she didn’t envy him the journey. Hopefully he wouldn’t find himself seated next to a crying baby or something of that nature.

She nodded. “You’re sensible. I’m in First Class, however. I will meet you in Sydney. The airport has a location called The Meeting Point. I will see you there. I will cover your expenses while we are in Australia, never fear.”

He nodded.

“Very well. Le Chelonian Mobile, Mr. Keller,” and she turned and walked away.

Gus Keller looked after her. The Turtle Moves? Was she a Terry Pratchett fan too?

He returned to his book, feeling a little better about things.

Michele mused as she walked into the First Class lounge. He had told her his real name, without prevarication. An amateur's mistake.

II.

From New York, there is no non-stop service to Sydney, Australia. One must first fly across the USA to Los Angeles, CA, and from there board a connecting flight to fly southwest across the Pacific Ocean to Sydney.

It’s a long flight, but it doesn’t feel so long when you’re travelling in the luxury that is first class. The flight from New York to LAX took about six hours. Michele spent the time watching North by Northwest on her laptop. Then, because she still wasn’t feeling the creative bug, she also watched To Catch a Thief.

At the LAX airport, Michele did not seek out Keller but rather relaxed in the lounge that catered to first class passengers only.

Finally it was time for the flight to Sydney to take off. After the plane had climbed to 37,000 feet and leveled off, Michele took her laptop into the first class lounge to begin work. After a few minutes, she went into the first class lavatory.

It was huge..like the bathroom in a hotel suite. In addition to everything else one expected to find in a lavatory, there was a lot of room…and a couch. Clearly the designers had decided to cater to those people who wanted to join the Mile High Club.

Michele gazed at the couch speculatively.

As a writer of erotica, there were two places where she never intended any of her characters to get it on. One was in the back or front seat of a car, the other was in the lavatory of a plane in flight. Both of them catered to the pleasure of the guy, who could have an orgasm anywhere…but how the hell was a woman supposed to get comfortable in those locations? There was no way.

But here…here…in the first class toilet of an Airbus 380…this changed things.

She might have to rethink her decision.

But first …time to get Dighton and Forrest into George Washington’s nose.