”“Where do you want to go?”“Amherst! No question about it. They have this amazing documentary film program and plus Anna McCormick is there.�...“Anna? You know her work?”“You know her? I guess academia is a small world.”“You could say I know her – she’s my ex-wife!”Alia nearly fainted when I revealed that. She just sat there dumb-founded, her mouth agape staring at me. She finally found her senses and confessed how she recently read Anna’s book that just came out last year on postcolonial. I soon could see that he was grinding his crotch against Ana’s belly and pressing a huge bulge onto her body. My wife then disappeared into the ladies' room for a while and when she came back, her new fan asked her for another dance. They danced another slow one that seemed to last forever and Ana then returned to our table; but she immediately said she needed to go to the ladies’ room again.As she was gone rather a long time, I looked around for this black man that had danced with her, but he. A haggard looking line attendant opened the door from outside the tunnel and a wave of hot, humid air, flavored with the scent of burned kerosene, rolled across the concourse and hit me in the face bringing a new wave of perspiration to my brow.As I glanced back out to the plane, I could see indistinct bodies moving towards the front of the plane, crowding the exit and I knew that in seconds people would start appearing in the tunnel. Turning my head back to the doorway, the first of the. "I ... can't really stay. I have to get home."Bill smiles again, kisses me and begins unbuttoning my top. "No. We ... we shouldn't ... "Bill sits me down on a leather sofa, kisses me again, and in spite of myself, I continue to kiss him back, even as he slides his hand inside my top and begins stroking my boob through my bra."Oh, my God my nipples are hard as rocks."Bill pauses, and finishes unbuttoning my top, which is not tucked in my skirt. I lean forward, as takes my top off and unsnaps my.