SHAY
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Present Day
My phone has ten unanswered text messages from him, far more than he's ever sent, each one acting as if things will eventually return to normal, as if I'll still meet him for sex.
I hoped like hell I wouldn't have to see him for at least a month, but as luck would have it, we shared a Monday night flight from New York to Milan, but I went the entire flight without so much as giving him a second glance. No matter the two times he attempted to confront me in the galley, or give me a look that made me want to screw him on the spot, I couldn't do it. I called for a fellow flight attendant to come over so he would walk away.
The ride on the hotel van held a tension so thick I wondered if anyone else could feel it. And when he came to my room later that night and knocked on the door, I only stared out of the peephole and waited for him to leave.
As much as I desperately wanted to feel his hands on me again, as much as I needed to feel him inside of me again, I couldn't let my feelings develop any further. I even called in sick today and am tempted to put him on my "no fly" list with the scheduling department. Very tempted...
Write later,
**Taylor S.**
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KayTROLL: 36 posts in three days?! Your life isn't THAT interesting...
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