Thomas's feelings take a turn.
.. Do you still have all your teeth?"
"We wear mouth guards." She smiled at me, or a least grimaced. "See?"
"What, what else?"
She gave me a defiant glare. "What else do you think that you know about me?"
"You're out of college. Maybe just out. You started a job, over the summer, and this is your first break since."
"How do you figure that?"
"School would have started already, or before you get back."
"Maybe. What else."
"You're going to some place like Hedonism."
"Could be. Maybe. What makes you think that?"
"You don't like tan lines."
That one made her blush a little. "I'm not even going to ask you how you got that idea."
"Am I right?"
"You're going to some place that takes singles."
She gave me a stare. "What makes you think that?"
"Well, for one thing, you're sitting by yourself."
"So what? Maybe I'm meeting someone down there."
"Yes. A bunch of girls. You're all going down to cut loose."
"You think, we're going to, like, have a contest? Who can fuck the most?"
"It crossed my mind."
"You really are a dirty old man. What else?"
I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You aren't wearing anything under that dress."
That made her sit up. She took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure. "That's silly," she said. "Why would I come to the airport like that?"
"On a dare," I said. "You and your girlfriends have a bet - who can show up with the least on."
"No," she said, "you're wrong."
"Am I? Prove it." I put my hand back on her knee.
"You're wrong," she whispered, "about the dare." She placed her hand on mine, then, not moving it away, and we sat there for a moment in suspension, not daring to think what might happen next. But then, abruptly, she got up and went back over to her seat. She had seen my wife returning.
"Are you okay?" My wife was staring at me with some concern. "You're shivering. God knows, it's not cold in here. You aren't getting sick, are you?"
"Hope not," I sighed. "I think I need the bathroom for a while."
"Oh, was it what you ate for lunch?" We had tried different things.
"Maybe," I said.
"Well, you've got a couple of hours before takeoff. Maybe your stomach will settle down by then."
"Yeah, maybe." I staggered up, and headed off towards the men's room. The only thing I could think of was that if I masturbated, maybe a couple of times, it might calm me down enough to endure the rest of the afternoon.
"Are you okay?" There was a voice behind me. It was the blonde! We were barely out of sight of the seating area.
"I'm fine," I assured her, even though I was not at all certain that was true.
"You're not going to have a heart attack or anything? I was just watching this show last night, there was this old guy screwing around, and in the middle of it he had a heart attack. It was a real bummer."
"My heart is just fine," I assured her. "I run every day."
"You don't need to take Viagra or anything?"
"No," I answered, trying to keep my voice calm.
"Good," she said. She opened the door to the baby changing station. "No one in there." And she dragged me inside, and locked the door.
"What are we doing in here?" I asked.
"You wanted to know if I was wearing anything under the dress." She perched up on the table, keeping her legs pressed together. "Take a guess. If you're right, I'll do anything you want. If you're wrong, you have to do anything I want." She paused. "Then we'll switch. Deal?"
"Maybe I just want to walk out of here."
"Maybe you do." As she slid down off the table, her dress lingered up around her thighs, and I knew the answer. "Maybe you want to leave right now." She kissed me, just on the lips, she leaned against me so that I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. "Well go on, leave. Oh, there's one more thing." She went over to the vending machine. "Got a five?"
"You're going to wear one of these." That made me wince. "What size?" she added.
"Size? They come in sizes?"
"You need a mega?" I shook my head.