Still buzzing from her tremendous orgasm in the tub, Laura dressed in a pair of red silk panties and matching bra, slipped a pair of well-worn jeans over her curvy hips. She pulled a hooded sweatshirt over her damp red curly hair—it always went curly when wet. She smeared on some lipstick, quickly applied some shadow and liner to her cat-like eyes and grinned mischievously.
She was heading to Syracuse and Jake didn’t even know it yet. She shoved her feet into a pair of woolen socks after carefully applying two coats of bright red polish to her toenails, a shade darker than that on her fingers. Yanking on her hiking boots, she flipped off the lights to her home and headed out the front door with her knapsack slung over her shoulder and her leather coat in her hand.
That didn’t take long, she mused, as she looked at her watch. Just a little after nine. She should be in Syracuse before midnight. She had hunted up Jake’s address online and printed out a map. According to the paper, she should be in the city in 2.4 hours, providing she didn’t get lost in the process.
As she hit the border crossing, Laura’s nerves jangled. She was really going to meet him.
“Citizenship?”
“Canadian,” she told the port authority.
“Where are you going?”
“Syracuse,” she said. Saying that word made it seem so real.
“And what is your purpose?”
“I’m meeting a friend,” she told him.
“Have you ever been there before?” The immigration officer looked menacing and his line of questioning seemed a little personal.
“No, actually, I haven’t been there before. I’m meeting a friend for the first time.”
“Another Internet romance,” he stated, matter-of-factly.
“You must get them a lot,” she said.
“Actually, you’d be surprised. There are hundreds of lonely women who travel across the border looking for fun and romance, and sometimes it doesn’t always work out the way you plan. Please, just be careful,” he warned.
“Um, thanks. I’ll be careful.”
She shoved her Grand Am into drive and headed south, her nerves jumping from not only clearing customs but from being questioned by the authority that way. Just who the hell did he think he was anyway? She then laughed out loud. He was an immigration officer! That’s who he was. He had the right to question her that way...besides, the information he passed along was taken to heart. Laura had heard a lot about Internet relationships going haywire. But she trusted Jake. She felt it in her heart.
As she cruised along I-81, Laura flipped open her cell phone and punched in Jake’s number.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hello You! What’s going on? I thought you’d be in bed by now.”
“Funny you should ask me that,” she said. “I’m actually about half-hour away from your place.”
She could hear the phone as it hit the floor and after a brief pause, he was back on the line.
“You’re what? Laura, you can’t be serious. I thought you said...”
“I know what I said...I’m on my way. That is if you still want to see me.”
“Of course I want to see you, you wild woman. You’re such a trip! You make me crazy...in a good way.”
“Ok, I’m going to hang up soon because I’m coming into Syracuse right now...I’m passing the airport turn.”
“Holy shit, you’re almost here. Just watch for the signs I told you about...and please, be careful.”