James sat back in the cramped seats of the airliner. His long legs made flying uncomfortable. But in spite of is discomfort he could not help smiling to himself. He was finally going home. It was the longest time he had been away; he missed her terribly. Even more he had remained faithful. Not that it was difficult, he only had eyes for her, he sighed. The worst part was that his dorm style accommodations made it impossible for him to even relieve himself.
His thoughts were centered on her. She had insisted he wear his tuxedo for tonight. He got a number of looks going through the airport but still he complied. At least partially. He had his jacket and tie in the hanging compartment waiting to be put on before he left the airport. He pulled out the envelope containing her last letter and sniffed her perfume still lingering on it.
He read the fantasy she had written once again and felt himself stiffen reading her words. He imagined her in the bath as she had written and how he surprised her with wine and a rub.
James was startled from his revelry by the captain's announcement that they were preparing for landing. He soon found himself in the airport with his bags collected. He saw a vendor selling roses and thought a single red one seemed a nice touch for whatever she had planned.
As he walked towards the taxi area a uniformed chauffeur approached him. "Are you Mr. Smith?" he asked. James said he was and the chauffeur proceeded to explain that he would be taking him to his destination.
"Nice," James thought as he was lead to the waiting limo. He was soon settled in the soft leather interior while the driver put away his bags. James saw the chilled bottle of champagne already opened and poured himself a glass in the elegant crystal beside it.