“What time is your flight?”
“9:07. No actually it’s 9:55. Gates open at 9:10”
“And you land at 11 something?”
“Yes.”
“Short flight. I like short flights.”
“And long sex?”
“I wish I still smoked cigarettes. Seems like the perfect moment, the perfect accessory. I would take a long, sultry drag of a cigarette and with half lids and pouty mouth, slowly exhale smoke and say in my best Marlene Dietrich, ‘Yes, my dahling. And long sex.’ And then wink.”
In the gaze of the other 