The plane lifted off 30 minutes late from LaGuardia. That didn't bother me at all. I was headed to London for three days so 30 minutes here or there was no big deal. I was going to London at the request of the police commissioner to participate in a joint drug trafficking seminar. It seems that the high ups of NYPD thought it would be good for me to attend.
I'm John Larson. I am a 39-year old detective with NYPD. I have been on the force 13 years, the last 4 with the drug enforcement division. My assignment is to work closely with the DEA to catch the bad guys who bring drugs into the country. Since most of the drugs coming into the US come thru South America I wasn't sure why I was going to London but I'm on my way. The commissioner and some of the other command staff were scheduled to meet me in London.
I had 7 ½ hours to kill so I settled back in my isle seat and thumbed thru the literature the airlines had provided. That took all of 30 minutes and then I was bored again. Since I didn't have anything better to do I thought I would try to work a little. My seminar materials were in my backpack in the overhead bin. I retrieved it and pulled out the review materials. The materials had the usual seminar schedule showing the date and time of each session and who the guest speaker was for each. I looked thru the schedule and circled the sessions I thought would be most beneficial.
I put the materials in the backpack and decided to grab my headphones and listen to some music. I unzipped the small pocket where I keep my headphones and pulled them out. As I pulled them out, a computer disc came out with them. I didn't remember putting a disc in there but figured I just didn't remember doing it. As I picked it up to put it back in the pocket I looked to see if it was something I recognized. I looked at the front of the case and then instantly pressed it to my chest and hastily looked around to see if anyone else saw it.
When I was sure no one else was looking, I carefully eased it back to where I could see the cover more clearly. On the front cover was a picture of my wife. More accurately, it was a picture of my wife from the waist up. Normally, that wouldn't be concerning. Everyone likes to carry a picture of their wife to share with friends and co-workers. However, I was certain I wouldn't be sharing this one with anyone. You see, in this particular picture she was laying on our bed with her hair fanned out across the pillows...and she was naked. That's right, her beautiful breasts was there is all their glory for all to see. Glancing around one more time to be sure no one else was sharing this special moment with me, I looked again. Across the bottom of the photo it said, "A little something to keep you company".
Now my heart was racing. I eased the disc into the open pocket, zipped it up, and slipped the backpack into the over-head bin. I sat back down and tried to control my imagination as I thought about the possible contents of the disc. We have been married for 10 years. I met her while she was in college. I had been on the force for two years at the time and was working an extra job as security during a football game at the college she attended. She was a senior and a cheerleader. I ran into her several times along the sidelines. We became friends and the rest is, of course, history. We married the following year right after she graduated. The next few years she was busy with law school and I was supporting us with my police salary and extra jobs I could pick up.
My wife, Amy, could best be described as lanky with a body that just exudes sex. At 5'9" she could almost look me in the eye. A slim figure with small, perky breasts. Dark brown hair to the middle of her back and eyes so green they were almost transparent.
She had always been a practical joker. I guess we both were, always trying to surprise and embarrass the other. It was not uncommon for her to flash me a boob shot when no one was looking. She was always teasing me with suggestive phone calls when she knows I was in a position where I couldn't respond. Other times I had gone out of town she had left me dirty little notes in my luggage with promises of things that encouraged me to get back home as soon as possible.
This time, she had apparently taken the game to a whole new level. Until now it had just been written notes. She had never gone to the trouble to make me a video. I assumed this one was special because this was the first time I had to go out of the country. I would find out later just how special this video really was...
Being on the "red eye" meant I was able to sleep a few hours and got into Heathrow around 9:00 am. I took a cab to the hotel hosting the seminar. I checked my luggage and went in search of the seminar registration table. I signed in and presented my list of sessions I planned to attend. I looked around to get my bearings and mingle a little. I actually ran into a couple of officers I knew from towns around New York.