Suddenly she received a call and started screaming into the phone like there was no tomorrow. What irked me more than her screaming was that she rarel...y noticed me. Don’t get me wrong, she was way out of my league, but I’m no slouch either. When she was done, she finally looked at me and caught me staring at her. “What the fuck are you looking at?”. I don’t know if it was the drinks from before, but I replied, “Looking at you, who the fuck else is here?” That caught her off guard, I’m sure she’s. Ching Lee had her go bag and a computer case with her and she was berating the two for procrastinating on putting a go bag together to keep at the office.A go bag was a simple thing to put together, two or three pairs of panties, bras, socks, a sweatshirt and sweat pants, a couple tops and - in mine - a pair of cargo pants for all the pockets, jeans, good slacks and a top with a jacket.The flight had barely gotten off the ground before I was on the State departments video system. I had only. There, in between three trees was a really nice hammock/swing that could probably occupy at least 4 bodies. I was in heaven right then because I had hopes that there would be a swing and what plans I had doing to you while in it!I smiled big and you reached for my face and began to kiss me slowly, starting with my neck, nibbling in that place you know that makes me crazy at the base of my neck. I feel you pull my T-shirt up so I step back just a bit, long enough for you to pull it over my head. So close, yet so far away. Under the covers, you reach out and find her handand take it. She smiles and you fall asleep.You don't sleep well. You are up and awake before anyone else, and you slipout of bed as quietly as you can, taking your bag with you. In the bathroomyou lock the door and check your face. Your wig hasn't moved too much, butyou take it off anyway, fix the tape and brush it out. Your mask has stuckin place, thankfully. You wash quickly and refix your wig, spraying yourselfwith.