Date: Thu, 07 Jan 2021 23:42:50 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: A More Perfect Union 1 This is my first story that I'm submitting to Nifty. I'm very excited about it, and my hope is that if you like the story, you will let me know at texcolorado@protonmail.com. Everything after the word "Introduction" is fiction. The narrator is fiction as well as all of the encounters. Unlike the narrator, I haven't visited most of these places, so I've done my best to make it feel genuine, but have avoided too much dialect etc. so that it doesn't distract from the main reason for the story, turning people on (which I like to hear about if it happens...hint, hint)! The series features encounters between adults and children. If this is not allowed where you live, or you aren't allowed personally for any reason, please skip this one. Lastly, please donate to the archive. I've enjoyed reading it for years, let's keep that going for many more by contributing at donate.nifty.org. Thanks for reading, I hope that it's worth your time! Have fun, Tex Introduction What follows is a series based on my travels to each state in our perfect union, and the young people that I found there. I work in the legal department of a large, US-based corporation which shall remain nameless for obvious reasons. The size and scope of the company required almost constant travel from me to work on local legal issues, closing of deals, and employee related matters (clarifying company policy for HR, legal troubles involving workers, both personal and work-related). When I realized that I was lucky enough to have a tale to tell about all fifty states, I knew that the time had come to put pen to paper, so to speak, and share my adventures. In the spirit of fun, I've chosen to tell you in alphabetical order, so the timeline will jump about quite a bit, since it took ten years, almost to the day, between California (Oh, Jake, what a memory), and Wyoming (Young Simon, I saw right through your cocky, tough-kid act). What have I learned during this journey? That people are mostly great, whether they agree with you or not, they all want good things for most others. That our country is beautiful from coast to coast. And that the world is filled with horny boys and girls waiting for the right man to come along to pleasure them, he just has to have his antenna out for the signals. I hope that you enjoy this stroll down memory lane. Some encounters are longer than others, I set a low bar for checking off a state on my list. Basically, if there was any deliberate physical contact that was good enough for me to consider the state to be in the "consummated" column. So your state may be buried in with some other shorter adventures, or it may require multiple installments, it just depends on the depth and length of the encounter. Some last thoughts before we get started; while a couple of states are represented by encounters with young girls, this isn't a "bi" story and I'm asking that it be categorized as gay. Let me put it this way, I would be completely excited if I were at the local pool and a beautiful, twelve-year-old girl climbed out of the water in a too-small bikini and stood wringing out her hair, giving me time to peruse the blossoming of her young tits and the way that the suit bulges over her prominent pubic mound. But I wouldn't even see her if there was a boy standing nearby, even if he was dressed in a parka and snow pants with a ski mask covering his face. We all have preferences and for me, I want that pretty little worm to greet me when I lower some cute child's pants. I can't help who I am! Lastly, the first state alphabetically also happens to be one of the most unique and extended encounters. So don't be disappointed when a later installment is fulfilled by a short hand job or a quick pass across someone's genitals. I hope that you have fun reliving these memories with me! Alabama It was hot. Summer in the south was not my preference, and the ac in my rental was not up to the task. I was on my way from the airport in Birmingham to the middle of nowhere, about forty miles northwest of town. We had invested in some land that was to be developed into an industrial park, and I was needed to hash out a few final details. But our story takes place before I even made it to the meeting. I was early, and the plan was to go to the meeting, then turn right around to catch a flight back to LA. So there was nowhere to go until the meeting, and I was left with a search on how to kill time. When I was off of the highway, the rough, rural road that represented the next ten miles to my destination offered no sights or businesses as I made slow progress. Finally I came to a small gas station, the first sign of life since I left the interstate, and I decided to pull over and get some snacks. There were definitely no other customers, and initially I didn't see any employees either. I debated not getting out, wondering if the place was still in business but curiousity got the better of me, and I parked (I didn't want to block a pump since I still had a full tank from the airport) and got out. Already hot in the car, stepping outside into the humid summer air and sunshine was a whole other kind of oppressive. I immediately felt the sweat start on my brow as I made my way to the door. The glass on the entrance, and the whole place for that matter, was filthy, making it impossible to see inside, but when I pushed on the handle, the door opened up and a bell rang to announce my presence. Inside there were no signs of life, only one small stand of dated looking junk food, a miniature display refrigerator with a few selections and an unkempt display of auto related items: motor oil, tire gauges etc. "Is somebody here?" I heard a woman call from somewhere in the back of the store. "Hello, yes," I answered, "I just wanted to buy a couple of items ma'am," I said, trying to be respectful, since my experience in the south had taught me that you always respect women. There was a pause and some clanking noises from the back, "I'll be right there," she said, "just let me tighten this drain valve." I realized that the woman must be working on a car in the one bay that I noticed around the back. A female mechanic in rural Alabama was quite a surprise to me. I wondered where her business came from, since I had yet to see another car pass by. It also seemed kind of dangerous, being alone out here. If someone intended to do her harm, it would be tough to stop them. But, my experience down here also told me that she may just as likely come to the front with a shotgun as a friendly greeting, so I should probably worry about myself and not the unseen shop-owner. "Ok, thanks," I called back. I busied myself by grabbing a bag of chips and a can of Diet Coke, the top dusty and grimy, and I wondered how long it had been in there. Finally I heard a door open and footsteps approach the front of the store. When the owner came into view I was given quite a surprise. The person who walked through the door was a young man, a boy really, probably fourteen years old, wiping his greasy hands off on a shop towel. He gave me a smile and said, "Who you calling ma'am?" with a chuckle. "Oh, hey, I'm sorry, buddy," I stammered, "you really sounded like a woman." "It's ok, people always thought that it was my mom when I answered the phone back home," he replied in a good-natured way, "sorry that I'm not some pretty lady, sir," he added with a laugh. Of course, I couldn't reply with the truth: I'm much, much happier to see an adolescent boy than a grown woman. Instead, I just laughed and nodded at his joke while taking the sight of him in as he walked behind the counter. Instead of a mechanics coveralls, he wore an old, faded set of overalls with no shirt underneath. He had strong, lithe arms leading to a nice developing chest hidden partially by the bib of his outfit. His hair was brown and longish, parted off to the side, but hanging in his eyes due to the sweat dragging it down. It was hard to tell if his hair had been left to grow out on its own or if he had a stylish, hip cut. I assumed the former considering the location. He was about 5'2" tall, very good looking with a pleasant easy smile. As he rung me up I observed, "Are you the only one here?" The boy looked at me wearily, "Why, you fixing' to rob the place?" "Oh, god no!" I said in surprise, "You just seemed young to be the only person working here." "I'm almost fourteen," he told me defensively, apparently thinking that would be old enough. "Anyway, it's my uncle's store, my parents sent me here to work the summer to turn me into a man," he told me with a laugh, "my uncle just likes the free labor." I felt bad for him, spending his thirteenth summer stuck being an indentured servant working on cars all alone, "That kind of sucks, I'm sorry that you're not able to do more fun stuff this summer," I told him. He gave me a sly look and said, "Well, at least I get to jerk off whenever I'd like! No one ever comes in to bug me," he said with a laugh. I was surprised with his casual attitude, I would have never said anything like that to an adult when I was his age. "And you don't mind being alone all of the time?" I asked him. "No, I hate it," he said, "but that's why I'm here, to keep me away from people." I was confused and a little concerned, "Why would you need to not be around people?" I asked, "Did you get into a fight?" I offered, trying to think of the least offensive possibility. "Nah," he answered, "kind of the opposite." I was starting to get an idea of where this may be headed, "What's the opposite?" He paused for a second, seeming to size me up, then said, "Well, I got caught having sex," then sought out my eyes to gauge my reaction. Waiting a beat, I sized the situation up and calmly said, "Well, 13 is awfully young to catch your son in bed with a girl." If I was right, he was about to take issue with that statement. He looked at me again, both of us silent, waiting the other out. Finally he spoke, and surprised me by saying, "You know what I'm gonna say, don't ya?" Did I bite? Hell yes! "You're gonna say that it wasn't a girl, it was your neighbor, your friend, your coach," I guessed, "am I right?" He laughed, "Yes, no, and yes!" he said, "they caught me with the kid next door, but I'd also messed with my peewee football coach," then added, "but none of my friends are interested." "Hmm," I said. How did I play this? There was literally no one around. In silence I looked out into the street, no cars. No one had even been by the whole time that we talked. Looking back at the boy, I finally said, "Your coach, huh?" The cute boy smiled and nodded. Now, there's something that I should explain. This happened about five years ago, and it just so happened that I was in the middle of a dry spell. My theory is that catching the signals put out by boys and girls is a skill, and like most skills, if you don't use it, you start to lose it. Well, this little exchange would have never taken so long if I had been on top of my game, but since I wasn't, I was being over-cautious and waiting for the opportunity to hit me over the head. That wasn't going to happen, and I needed to shape up. So instead of carrying on, I finally came around and decided it was time to move things forward: "How about we go in back and find a place to get comfortable while you tell me about your football coach," I offered. The handsome boy moved toward me while looking right into my eyes, then walked right past me. He headed to the front door of the store and then, turning to look back at me, he flipped the "Come in, We're Open" sign around to say "Sorry, We're Closed", then said, "What do you want to know about him?" as he headed toward the back of the store. Just before he entered the back, he turned to me and said, "And also, my name's Ben." "Brian," I answered honestly. I'd never felt the need to lie to these kids, it helped reinforce to me that I wanted it all to be a great experience and a good memory for them. "What do I want to know?" I repeated, "How about: how did it start? What did you do together?" Ben stepped through a door leading into a back office that had a desk piled with papers, parts catalogs and assorted junk, plus a couch along one wall. It was cooler in here, the a/c obviously hitting this room first. The boy turned around so that he was standing in front of me and said, "Well, first off, he was hot as hell. He just finished college and was the quarterback in school," he told me, "I dreamed about him touching me from the first time we met. So before practice one day, we were a little behind the other players, and I told him that I was having a problem with my jockstrap," he continued. "This was last year, so I was twelve, and tackle football was new. We didn't wear jocks in flag, so it was believable," Ben explained, "but I think that he knew what was up if you asked me." We stood a couple of feet apart, me unable to resist scanning his smooth upper body disappearing into the sagging material of his overalls. When he moved slightly and gaps formed in the sides, I was left with the impression that this may be the only article of clothing that he wore. I couldn't stop imagining unhooking the bib and watching it fall to the ground. "So what did he do?" I finally asked. "Everyone was on the field already and we were blocked by the stands. So I pulled my football pants away like this," he said as he pulled his overalls away from his body, "and I said, can you check it? And I looked down like this," and Ben proceeded to gesture with his eyes downward. I was fully wrapped up in this kid's story, and wanted to know the rest, "And did he do anything?" I asked, my mouth a little dry. "You tell me," he shot back, then gestured again downward, never having released his outfit from his hand. I was still unsure, but I was bold enough to extend my hand and start to reach into the gap between his body and clothing until he snapped it shut, trapping the back of my hand against his warm chest while he held the blue jean material against my palm, "Tell me while you do it," he instructed me explicitly, then released his hold on my hand. Thinking that I understood what he wanted, I started to move my hand downward and said, "He was nervous, and slowly slid his hand past your tight stomach," as I felt his abs brush the back of my hand due to the angle, "and into your pants," I continued as I slid past his waist and found no underwear blocking my path, "until he hit the reason that you had a problem fitting into your jock," I added with increasing confidence as the boy smiled at me and I felt the wet tip of his erection touch my hand. I wrapped my hand around his somewhat large dick, the warm flesh feeling so right against my palm as he let out a sigh, "Yeah," he said quietly and briefly closed his eyes as my fingers began to manipulate his stiff organ. "He told you that he found the problem when he touched your hard cock," I guessed, "and he ran his fingers up and down your little shaft. He said, `This will never fit in your jock this way, we'll need to head back inside and take care of it.'" "That is what he said," Ben answered, his eyes lidded as I worked his rock hard member, "then what do you think happened?" Reluctantly I released his throbbing penis and brought my fingers up to the right clasp of his bib, "He told the other coaches that you'd be right back, that you weren't feeling well, the two of you headed inside, and then you stood in front of him as he pulled down your tight pants," I said as I released the first clasp. "And he was so happy when he finally saw your beautiful body," I told him as I released the other clasp, and as I imagined, his clothes slid right down off of his narrow hips and he stood before me naked as the day he was born. Looking from above him, I was treated to his sweet, smiling face, his smooth, fit little chest, his prominent abs, and below that, his penis, pointing straight up at me, flexing with his pulse in anticipation. It was good sized for a thirteen year old, probably close to five inches and wider than a child's dick. From this angle I could see a patch of course pubic hair just around the upper base of his cock and nowhere else. Continuing the story, I took a risk and said, "Then he looked down at you, leaned forward, and before you knew it, his lips met yours," knowing that it took a special kid to want to lead with that intimate activity, I hoped that he was game. Ben just smiled, closed his eyes, tilted his head up to me, and presented his full, red lips, parting them slightly in anticipation, making a delicious, wet noise that drew me immediately to him. I've told you that I was in a dry spell, so being granted permission to kiss this sexy boy was like a release to me. I wrapped him in my arms and pressed my lips to his while sliding my hands down his smooth back, my right continuing down to touch the tight globes of his sweet little ass. Ben was immediately sighing and moaning at my touch as our tongues touched and wrestled, exploring each other and our mouths as we alternated sucking the other's tongue. Running my hand from his butt around his side to take his shaft once again in my hand, Ben broke the kiss and groaned as he lay his head against me. I decided to resume our story, and told him, "Then he broke the kiss and dropped to his knees, taking hold of your hard little prick," as I disengaged and slid down his body, sucking his nipples and running my tongue along his abs, through his navel and down to the base of his erection that I held away from his body, "and let it sink between his lips into his warm mouth." I was smiling up at him while I stroked his smooth shaft when he said, "You don't have to tell me anymore, this is way better anyway," then he got a sly smile and added, "please suck me, it's been too long," and bit his lip in a coy way. Staring into the boy's piss slit I was greeted by a small clear drop of precum that was being milked out of him by my hand. I stuck out my tongue and brought it to the boy's glans and licked up the gleaming drop. Ben jumped at the touch as I savored the sweet flavor of his pre-ejaculate, took a slow lick around his whole spongy cockhead before I let it slowly sink through the tight seal of my lips. Taking the first half of the boy's stiff dick, I used my hand to stroke the remainder in time to my shallow bobbing. After a bit, I released my hand and slid all of the way down his nice penis until he just entered my throat, my lips touching his small mass of curly hair and the top of his tight scrotum that had pulled up in the cool room. "Oh shit," he squealed at the tight grip of my throat muscles on his glans as I held him there briefly before backing off all of the way and gasping for air. "That's incredible," he blurted. I just smiled around the boy's prick as I slid it back inside, sensing that I was going to be able to get him off pretty easily. Before we were too far gone, I slipped him out of my mouth with a pop, and dragged my tongue over his tight balls. He reached down and ran his hands through my hair as I slathered his ballsack, taking each olive sized nut into my mouth one at a time and bathing them when they were inside. By the time that I returned to his cock he was almost over the edge, thrusting his hips to meet me, groaning and alternately staring in awe and closing his eyes in ecstasy. It had been so long since I had tasted a young teens cum that I was rock hard myself in anticipation. Little sounds were escaping my mouth as I enjoyed servicing the sexy youth, my "mmm"s sending vibrations through his shaft. In no time he announced, "I'm fixen' to cum," and had both hands on my head, starting to piston his hips against me as he slid himself in and out of my lips at a frantic pace. I slid off for one brief moment to say, "Cum in my mouth, I want to taste you," all the while keeping my hand moving on his shaft before I plunged back down and swallowed his shaft whole. When I bobbed my head back he shouted, "Aw, I'm cumming, oh!" and he lost control of his movement, his thrusts turning erratic as I felt a barely perceptible swelling in his shaft then the flex of his cock as the first strong spurt of thin adolescent semen burst forth straight onto my tongue, quickly joined by two more, accompanied by short cries of pleasure from the young teen. As the last dribble was coaxed out by my sucking lips and tongue running up the base to milk out every drop of his semen, the boy collapsed around my head, his grip changing to a grasp of support to keep from falling to the ground. My lips slipped from his weary but still mostly erect cock with a wet slurp, followed by a pause to savor his sweet young cream before I swallowed him down, my first taste of new boy cum in too long. I took one last swipe at his spongy cockhead and watched his sensitive half-hard penis twitch at the contact, causing Ben to flinch, but also seem to come out of his post-orgasmic stupor. The boy's hands slipped down to my shoulders and then grabbed under my arms reaching behind me and started pulling, trying to get me to stand. I got my feet under me and ran my hands up his slick torso until I was once again standing over him. Ben immediately grabbed at my head and pulled me to him, smashing his lips against mine while he slid his hand down my chest and over the poorly hidden bulge of my hard cock under the thin slacks that I was wearing for my meeting. Without breaking the kiss he brought both hands to my belt and was impatiently tugging at the buckle, releasing it, unhooking my pants and lowering my zipper. The loose pants dropped all of the way to the floor and Ben grabbed my underwear and shoved it down with them, my hard cock initially catching on the waistband then springing back up and pointing upwards at the boy. Breaking the kiss, the boy looked down and slid his small hand around my dick. His caress was heavenly as he touched me with such care. Then he looked back up at me and said, "You're so hard, I like how hard you are from sucking me," he added with a smile, "do you want me to suck on yours?" My toes curled, my cock lurched and a groan escaped my lips at the lurid question, "Oh god, yes," I hissed, and he smiled again, kissed my lips quickly, then finally kicked the overalls, that had been gathered at his feet this whole time, out of his way and kneeled in front of me. Staring down at this handsome boy as he prepared to go down on me was mind-blowing. He held my cock in his warm hand and lowered it to point at his full lips. "Oh, yeah," I sighed as I felt the tip of his tongue touch me before his mouth sunk over my shaft, wide enough to stretch his lips slightly as he took the first three inches of me into his steamy wet mouth. Watching my dick disappear inside the boy as I felt him press his tongue against me, twisting his head as he bobbed up and down, stroking the shaft that he couldn't take, made me realize that I wasn't going to hold out for long. "Oh god, kid, you're gonna make me cum," I told him. Ben slid me out of his mouth and said, "I'll swallow it," then slid his lips down my erection again, before pulling back out to add, "but y'all can fuck me too if you want. I play with my butt all of the time, you won't hurt me." He was looking into my eyes, emphasizing his offer with raised eyebrows as he pulled on my spit-slickened boner before ducking his head slightly and using his other hand to skim the surface of my scrotum. Then, while he waited for my answer, he held my sack out to himself, extended his tongue and started to lick everywhere, occasionally sucking a testicle into his warm mouth and stroking it with his tongue. It was hard to stop him from performing this craven act, but I'd never forgive myself if I passed on this unique offer, "Have you done it before?" I asked him. "Yep," he answered when my nut slid from his lips, "it's been a long time, but I love it, and I always play with my butt when I jerk off. It'll go easy, I promise." Realizing that I was probably running short of time, I looked at my watch, "It'll be quick, you're ready to cum right now," he told me, anticipating my concern over the time. "Let's do it," I moaned, "please? It's been awhile for me with a boy," I pleaded with him. Ben got up with a smile and turned his slim butt toward me, then walked over to the desk and opened the drawer, pulling out a familiar, purple-lidded bottle of lube and some baby wipes. "For cleaning up after jerking off and the lube's for fingering my ass," he said, again anticipating my question about why those were there. He pulled a wipe out and unselfconsciously wiped himself in the most private of places, "Normally I'd be nice and clean so that you could rim me, but there's no time," he observed as if it was dinner table conversation. Then he stepped to the couch and asked, "How do you want me?" "On your back," I told him and came toward the boy as he lay back and pulled his legs up, showing me his tight, pink anus. Skipping formalities, he spread the lube on his own fingers and gently but persistently pressed them into his hole, first his index finger, then quickly followed by his middle finger, both sliding right through his tight sphincter with a squelching noise as he worked them in circles and thrust them in and out. With his right hand pressed against his ass, he made a gesture with his left hand for me to come over, "I'm ready, let's do it," he said. I knelt on the couch below his upturned ass and watched as he pulled his slippery fingers out of his hole, leaving it gaping slightly. As he wiped his fingers on a rag nearby, I slid lube over and around my cock, paying attention to the head. Positioning myself at his entrance, I touched the muscular ring of his hole and slid my dick up and down over the entrance to his warm tunnel. His cock was hard again, pointing up to his chin, and I ran my hand up over his balls and up that stiff pole, using my thumb to rub the sensitive head. As I moved my dick along his crack I applied more pressure until the tip breached his anus, and he slowly opened to me, my dick sliding inch by exquisite inch into the boy's hot rectum. "Oh, fuck," he gasped as two-thirds of my cock disappeared inside, the molten hot sheath of his pliable rectum squeezing me, his sphincter clasped around my shaft. My shirt was still on, and I grabbed it with one hand in back and pulled it over my head. Then I pressed more of my weight against Ben, his cock rubbing against my stomach as I began to move in him. It took a few slow strokes before he completely yielded to me and I sunk all of the way inside, pressing myself hard against his ass, trying to get every last bit of me inside him. "Oh, shit, stay there for a second," he told me, and I paused while he adjusted to having my whole cock in him, "Ok, you can go," he instructed calmly, and I withdrew a couple of inches and returned. "Fuck, your ass feels so good," I told him as I began to deliberately fuck him, the small boy grunting with each of my slow thrusts into him. My dick was gliding more and more freely through his tight anus, his own cock hardening between us when I pulled out of him, causing him to gasp, and held my hand out to him. I pulled him to his feet, "Turn around and put your hands on the back of the couch," I instructed, and he happily went with it, getting on his knees and bending over and showing me his wrinkled target, gaping slightly. I stepped up behind him, now standing on the floor and placed my cockhead against his ring and pressed forward. Ben moaned as I sunk straight to the bottom in him from behind. With my hands on his hips I started to thrust hard into the adolescent, both of us panting and groaning with each thrust. Watching myself slide into him repeatedly was amazing, and all of the previous build-up meant that I wasn't going to last much longer inside this gorgeous young teen. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon," I panted, "you're so good, holy shit, yes," I continued as I slapped against his ass over and over, my balls swinging and hitting him with each thrust. For his part, Ben had started to move against me, meeting me in the middle each time that I pushed into him, increasing the pressure of our fucking. "Harder," he spit out, and followed with a series of squeaks and grunts of, "Uh, uh, uh," as we collided into each other. It was then that I knew that I was being pushed over the cliff, the sensation of his tight, yet pliable sphincter gripping me as I moved in him. The feeling started somewhere behind my balls. As my climax began to overtake me, I kept pounding into the small boy, caressing his hips and ass, relishing the boy's smooth, unblemished skin as he moved back onto me. "I'm cumming!" I shouted as I felt the swell of pleasure surge through me, flying through my balls and out through my dick as the first, powerful shot of my adult semen blasted into the boy's welcoming colon. "Aw, fuck!" I yelled as the force of the orgasm shook my body, wracking my whole body with each firing of cum out of my penis as it flexed hard inside the boy. "Oh...yeah...cum," he panted, unable to complete a thought as I filled him up. The last strong shot fired, then I was able to regain control of myself as the last bit of my jizz seeped into him. Ben let his hands slide off of the back of the couch and hung his head in exhaustion, my spent cock still buried and hard inside of him, when I noticed his hand was flailing on his cock. Rubbing his smooth, strong back I told him, "That was amazing, so good," as he grunted below me, trying to get himself off. Still buried inside of him, I leaned forward and bent toward him, reaching around and touching his chin to turn his head toward me. There I met his lips, and he clamped onto my tongue, sucking it into his mouth as his body shook while he masturbated. He started to let out small cries of joy as his tongue fought with mine until he finally gave one pinched cry and his little body spasmed, his anus clamping down on my wilting cock as he shot his second load onto the couch. When his orgasm subsided, we finally separated and I said, "I'm so happy that I stopped here today." Ben laughed, "I'm happy too!" he told me, still out of breath. Slowly I slid myself out of him, my now deflating cock popping out followed by a trail of my cum that seeped out of his distended asshole. I grabbed one of the wipes and cleaned him up, taking care with his well-fucked hole. Once he was presentable, I helped him don his overalls again, and I proceeded to get dressed, Ben grabbing my dick and rubbing it one more time time before it disappeared into my pants. There wasn't much to say, we moved back into the shop and I didn't have time to hang around. "Stop on your way back?" he asked as we said our goodbyes. I thought for a moment, then decided that I could wrap up early if it meant getting back into this cutey's pants, "I think that I may be able to pull that off," I told him, "how late are you here?" "Until 6, then my uncle comes to take over." "I'll make it happen," I told him, then went back out into the heat and started my car. I was able to get everything wrapped up quickly at the meeting, and made my way back to the gas station, worried that it was a mirage. Did I make it? Let's just say I missed my fight, but when I took a later one, I was so completely drained from my day of sex that I collapsed into my seat and slept the whole way, my head pressed against the wall of the airplane as I dreamed of my lovely encounter in `Tide country.