Thursday, 3:30pm Pacific Time
Pulling into the Avis rental car return lot at LAX, I was really looking forward to getting home. Since Tuesday, I had been in seven meetings, and only one of them was less than two hours. The meetings weren't really the issue; it was driving back and forth across Los Angeles, especially on the freeways, that really wore me out.
I had meetings with my editors, and a couple with screenwriters. The final meeting that I had just left was with one of the TV cable networks regarding a possible deal for an animated version of one of my comic books. That's what I do...write and draw my own comics. The TV and movie people are crazy about comics now, so we'll see what happens.
I got my credit card receipt and hopped on the bus to take me to the terminal. The bus was packed, so I stood holding my messenger bag and my weekender bag, and of course my phone, buzzed in my pocket. I could tell it was a text message, from the short quick buzz and got a little excited. Was it from the network? Good news, maybe?
Of course with the bus being stuffed with passengers, I couldn't answer it, so it continued to periodically buzz. Fortunately, my airline was one of the first terminals at LAX, so I was finally freed from bus jail. I walked inside and walked up to one of the boarding pass machines and swiped my frequent flier card. My pass for seat 3E popped out, I was almost home free.
"Almost" being the important modifier here, because now I was in a line to take my boots off, and watch, and belt, and phone, and iPad, and etc. Since I wasn't going anywhere, I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my phone. It wasn't my agent, it was my wife. I looked and saw it was 3:20pm, LA time so it was 5:20 back home. I tapped the screen...
Elle: I met a boy. 5:00
I smiled; my incredibly sexy wife was trying to get me worked up just before I was locked up inside a metal can for 4 hours.
Hal: Where?
I decided I would play along; this was bound to be more entertaining than playing solitaire on the iPad. Elle and I have a terrific relationship. After 10 years of marriage we're still in love and lust. Elle's 35 years old, five foot three inches tall. She's a redhead, a product of her half Scottish, half Irish blood. She is built like one of those women superheroes you see in comic books; in fact she's modeled for my art for several years, now.
She has a perfect mix of all the right curves and all the sexy muscles anybody would lust after. I'm a breast man, and she surprised me last year, as I came home from another trip, by displaying her new 39D breasts to me. I was blown away. A couple of weeks later she had a platinum ring piercing her right nipple.
Over the next few months, we were like newlyweds again, having sex every day, and not always at home. One Saturday night, I went to meet her at a bar and saw her surrounded by a bunch of guys, each one of them trying to impress her, more than the next one. I enjoyed watching her as much as she enjoyed being watched. So the next week, I took her to Egypt, my favorite club. Egypt has three different types of music on three different floors, and while I listened to some live jazz on the main floor. I sent her off to the third floor, "top 40" to see who might flirt with her in one of the other rooms. It didn't take long.
By the time I found her, she had two guys wrapped around her finger. I was across the crowded room drinking with the new waitress, Camilla, who was as much a voyeur as I was. We played "our game" several more times that summer, ultimately having a week long adventure in Las Vegas. We opened our marriage for a week and both enjoyed other people, culminating in a giant swingers' party that we were invited to and participated in.
Shortly after we returned home we met an amazing young woman named Donna. Donna became our girlfriend for a couple of months. She has since moved to New York City, and is dating her ex-fiancée again, but the three of us are still very close, she and I text each other with gossip and Elle talks to her on the phone at least once a week. New text:
Elle: Starbucks. he was behind me in line. we talked. had coffee there. 5:30
Hal: And?
After Donna, we sat down with each other and decided to slow down, focus on our relationship. She did play "our game" for me on my birthday, and it got both us really fired up, watching her kiss a guy and then wink at me...well, you're either a voyeur or you're not.
Elle: We exchanged cards. he called. wants to go to dinner. 5:43
Hal: Go. I challenge you!
I was enjoying the teasing.
Hal: I land at 10:00; you have until 11:00 to get home.
I put all of my trinkets into one of the trays, and my cowboy boots in another. I made it through without tripping any alarms, and of course I had the last gate. By the time I got there, my flight was beginning to board. The plane was packed, of course, but since I was in first class, I wasn't really worried. When I did finally get in all of the overhead space was gone, and since I was in the first row, I couldn't slide my weekender under the seat in front of me.
A flight attendant came by and asked if she could be of help, I explained the situation and she smiled and took my bag and nestled it back in an empty space for food carts. She was even nice enough to pack some napkins around it so the leather would be protected. Akiko then brought me a glass of single malt. Akiko was a very beautiful Asian woman (I later found out half Japanese, half Spanish) with gorgeous hair and a slim sexy body. Her crowning achievements were her large dark brown eyes and dazzling smile. Oh and how sweet she was.
"BZZZZZ"
Elle: Are you sure? 6:00
Hal: Sure, but please take my dog out!
Elle: Yes dear 6:03
Hal: What's his name?
Elle: Rolando. latin. tall. gorgeous. great dresser. 6:07
Hal: So I take it, this is a real person?
Elle: Oh yeah. 6:09
Hal: Right! Send me updates!
Elle: Gotta go. return his call. walk your DOG. 6:11
I sat there as I put my phone in my pocket; I wondered how long this pretend rendezvous would last. Before I could ponder that kinky thought any deeper, I received a pat on my shoulder. I looked up and it was an old college buddy Jake "Dudley Do Right" Jackson. "Jake! How are you man?"
"Hal, I knew that was you! How the hell are you?" just then a voice came over the intercom asking people to keep moving. I looked up and a new flight attendant was on the mike not four feet away from us, staring at the two. I told Jake I would come back with some beers so we could chat. He gave me the thumbs up, and the line started moving again.
Finally, almost all of the passengers were on...and I was reading a magazine on my tablet when I heard the attendant say loudly, "Whose bag is this?" The next thing I saw was my weekender bag go flying out onto the jet bridge. I unsnapped by seat belt and walked up to the flight attendant and said:
"I'm sorry, that's my bag. The other flight attendant was nice enough to take it for me because all of the bins are..."
"No bags can go there! She was out of line to do that for you!" She snapped at me.
"Alright, again I apologize. I'll walk to the back and see if I can find a place for it." I said in my most apologetic and courteous manner, while still being a big, giant, black guy.
At that moment Akiko came flying up the aisle accompanied by a male attendant. She must have seen something and not been too far away. "Kelly that was my fault, Mr. Loring had no place to put his bag!"
"Oooh, the black, Coach Weekender, nice!" the male attendant added. "I'll find a place in the back for it and bring it to you sir."
"Thank you... Akiko, sorry to get you in trouble..." I said to this beautiful woman who had her head bowed.
"I apologize to you, Mr. Loring!"
Kelly rolled her eyes at both of us, I didn't care. I sat back down. The Captain announced that we were pulling away from the gate, so I pulled my phone out to check for any messages.
Elle: Meeting at S&W in hour. yum. 6:30
Elle: Your dog walked and fed. 6:31
Elle: Wearing blue rubber dress. bye. 6:32
Wow, the navy blue rubber dress wasn't really rubber, it was a synthetic material that looked like rubber, but it was thinner and breathed. It was tight, and short, and the back began somewhere south of the equator. She certainly got my imagination going now, I only saw her in the dress, once, at the store where we bought it. If she was really going I'd bet she would wear the navy blue Christian Laboutin 5 inch pumps. Wow she was play cheating on me with my favorite outfit...and there's no way to wear underwear, in that dress, and she was going to Smith & Wollensky's with him for steaks, my favorite steak house... I was getting "double cuckolded"!