After the good byes were over, Nick and Doug got in line to go through airport security. Nick was still trembling slightly from her kiss from Nick. She was also tired, and a bit overwhelmed by the days events. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to be Megan during the trip. Besides, Nick had never liked flying. Although Megan flew on business all the time, Nick rarely did, and usually fortified himself in the airport bar when he did have to fly. He felt small and frail in Megan's body, which made it even worse. Well, no time for a drink, they'd miss their flight.
As they lined up to board the plane, Doug politely offered to carry her bag. She gratefully accepted, as she still felt sweaty and weak.
"I didn't realize that Nick could be so funny," Doug said. "I'm sorry that it seems like I got off on the wrong foot with him." He turned to her and smiled. "Maybe all of us could go out together sometime. I'd like to be on good terms with both of you."
Nick couldn't help but smile back. Maybe he'd been wrong about Doug. Megan was certainly attractive, and many times he couldn't help feeling jealous. But many men just can't help flirting with beautiful women. Being a beautiful woman herself, now, Nick couldn't help seeing things with a different perspective. "Doug, I'm glad you feel that way. We do work together a lot, and it'd would be a lot easier if you and Nick understood each other better. Thanks for helping me with my luggage, I'm not feeling that well."
Doug looked down at her with a kind expression. "What's wrong?"
"For some reason, I'm nervous about this trip. I'm even nervous about flying, even though I do it all the time."
"Let's get to our seats and relax. I will see what I can do to take your mind off of things," Doug replied as he lifted their carry on bags into the overhead compartment.
Doug let Megan take the window seat. Unfortunately, a large, elderly man took the aisle seat. Doug was over 6 feet tall, and athletic, and there really wasn't enough room for him. Nick tried to sit as close as possible to the window, but she felt small and vulnerable next to the athletic man. No matter how they positioned themselves, she felt his muscular arm against her small shoulders. Her left leg, clad in her pantyhose, brushed repeatedly against his calf. She just couldn't get comfortable. She felt even more anxious.
"I sure need a drink!" she blurted out, before she could think through how to best handle the three hour flight to Hawaii under such unique circumstances.
Doug smiled again. "I bet you could. Allow me...this could be the start of a beautiful friendship." He winked. "I'm not too fond of airplanes myself. How about a bloody Mary or a screw driver?"
As they sipped their drinks, and ordered a couple more, Doug started telling her stories about their coworkers. She thought, he's devestatingly funny, and these stories are only a tiny bit mean. Nick laughed at the stories. "He's actually a nice guy...he's really trying to make me feel better" she thought.
She leaned back her chair a little bit, and closed her eyes as Doug immitated their boss's New York accent. She was getting a little intoxicated. Doug's right leg and arm continued to be pressed firmly against her, but she didn't notice it anymore. Her eyes closed, and soon she fell asleep to the sound of Doug's voice. After a while, she started to dream.
She dreamt that . . .
