What a way to end my vacation. The biggest snow storm of the year decided to hit on the exact day I had planned to fly home after my Christmas vacation. I had spent two lovely weeks visiting family and friends in Ontario, and now was tired, grumpy, and ready to get home to my own bed. Unfortunately mother nature, the fickle bitch that she was, decided otherwise. I was trapped at the airport; runways too bad to planes to take off; roads too bad to go home to my parents' house. The worst part? They expected the storm to last for 24 hours.
The first few hours were fine. I sat down for a nice meal, did some window shopping, and even stopped in at one of the many bars. As the night wore on, and stores began to close down, I grew more and more tired. I began to walk around in a trance-like state, looking for somewhere to lie down and sleep. Unfortunately the terminal was packed with unhappy would-be travellers, and space was at a premium. After over an hour on my feet searching, I finally found what I thought was a perfect place to stretch out: A padded couch near, but just outside, the first class section. The small hallway was abandoned and silent. Using my purse as a pillow, I laid myself down, snuggled deep under my long jacket, and drifted blissfully off to sleep.
Unfortunately life is never that easy. I wasn't asleep for ten minutes when I was gently shaken awake. Bleary-eyed and groggy, I glanced around confused till I came face to face with a strong-faced security guard. "Miss, can I see your boarding pass?" the guard asked politely, but without any suggestion of weakness or sympathy. Reluctantly I rifled through my purse, suspecting that I'd be ejected from my sanctuary in a moment. As I held out my pass, a thought crossed my mind; a devious, naughty thought.
"Miss, since you're not a first class customer, I'm going to have to ask you to vacate this area." stated the no-nonsense guard.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes, the tears of hours of frustration, stress, and exhaustion. Without a thought to the possible consequences of my actions I blurted out, quietly:
"Please... let me sleep here for a few hours, I... I... I'll make it worth your while "
Well there it was, my cards laid out on the table. I kicked myself immediately, feeling like a fool for trying to talk my way past this strict looking guard. As my face turned beet red, and I gathered my things to leave, I nearly jumped at the guard's unexpected reply.
A strong hand reached out and cupped under my chin, tilting my face upwards. I made eye contact with the guard for the first time and saw how deep blue his eyes were, and noticed a sparkle of mischief. He tilted my head side to side slightly, and then in his deep baritone announced "You'll do."
My smile spread widely as he took me by the hand and led me, my hastily snatched up purse in hand, to a nearby locked door. He produced a key and quickly led me inside what turned out to be a staff bathroom. The dark marble floors and multitude of mirrors gave it a classy feel, and a view from several angles as he turned around and unzipped his pants.
