Like No Other

SAME DAY

A Continuation of the Same Day...

"Did you call a car service?" Emma asked Trey while he bent over to snatch one of their duffle bags off the conveyer belt. She was looking over her shades at a sign with their names printed very clearly on it. Every letter in black marker was capitalized. A gentleman dressed in a black suit with a cabby hat on held the sign still and was otherwise motionless. Emma did not recognize him, not that she would.

"No," Trey said standing. "I was gonna get a cab."

Emma nodded in understanding. "Then who's that?" she asked and pointed rudely. Trey followed her finger and his eyebrows went up in surprise as well. He said he didn't know.

"Melanie must have sent him."

"Fancy," Emma commented while he reached for another bag.

She heard him chuckle.

Emma wore a pale pink Yogi keyhole maxi dress she'd snagged from Tj Maxx for thirty bucks but no one save herself need know that. It was loose-fitting around her torso and boobs and long down her legs. With that she wore BCBG manola wedge heels to keep the dress from dragging on the ground. Her hair was in a low ponytail... but only because she'd caught a glimpse of Trey's literally disgusted expression in the mirror while she was doing her hair. He could tell by the way she twirled her ponytail around her finger several times that she was about to safety bun it out.

Instead she let Trey do her ponytail.

'Never cut your hair... for me,' he murmured while he touched it.

Emma made a face, already imagining what sort of hell that would be. When she tipped her hair back and she was naked the hair touched the top of her bum. Never cut it? Are you crazy? She was so concerned with thoughts of putting up with hair that would be seven inches longer this time next year at his bidding that Emma missed the wealth of time in his words; how long he was promising to be there to watch it grow. Instead she sighed and imagined that life wouldn't be much different since she hadn't cut her hair since college. 'It's just hair baby... it'll grow back.'

'Promise,' he insisted when her ponytail was done. He was getting much better at that. Took him half the time now.

She shrugged her shoulders and figured he'd forget in a year or two and she'd be able to do as she pleased with it. 'Ok, I promise.'

He patted her butt in the dress she just put on. 'Good girl,' he'd said before grabbing the bags she'd put in the hall to be taken to the car. She blushed even as the feminist in her ranted a little.

Now Emma was leading the airport cart with their bags on it through the throng of people in the busy airport while Trey pushed it from behind. People rushed around like chickens with the head cut off. Was there every a calm airport or were people always and forever late and unforgiving? The slot machines sprinkled around the place made it to easier.

And even in all the bustle Emma saw the sign of veterans to the city because they were the only people that didn't look around curiously when one of the machines sounded off in a jackpot. They were probably quite use to people winning twenty five dollars four feet from them...

She was headed to the nametag man and Trey followed obediently. Emma wondered whose name had been written on the dry erase board before she and Trey's but she didn't think about that long as it was irrelevant.

"Shit," she heard Trey curse. "I can't even tell you how good ya ass looks in that dress..."

She whipped to look at him over her shoulder with a mischievous smile. "Is your mind in the right place?" Emma asked while she walked.