Naturally, the confusion adds frisson. Flying at the best of times is exciting. Now it is dangerously exciting.
In the clear polythene bag: her passport, her boarding pass, and a freshly ironed pair of panties. Black. Trimmed with scalloped lace border with a tiny silk bow that would sit, when worn, just where her pubis began to rise from the flat plane of her stomach.
“It’s a twelve hour flight!” she insisted to the security officer, “I will need to change my underwear.”
He looked at her sympathetically, “I’m sorry Miss, I can’t allow you to take them.”
“Good heavens! It’s a pair of panties, they are not dangerous.”
‘Want to bet.’ he thought. “Yes – I can see that, but I can’t allow you…”
“Feel them. They’re not hiding anything.” She insisted.
Some offers shouldn’t be made. He tried hard not to smile… or blush.
“The in-flight movie,” she said.
“What about it?” he asked innocently.
She leaned toward him, unnecessarily close. Whispered, “It’s Mel Gibson… Braveheart. My bits will get wet.”
* * * * *
Of course this conversation never happened, except between the SO and me yesterday musing on the joys of long distance travel in the new age we now live in.
We flew today. The portable was x-rayed 3 times and meticulously ‘sniffed’ for explosives – the battery had run flat, I ought to get it replaced as it only holds a charge for thirty minutes – and, since it didn’t power up when requested, it rightly raised suspicion at the security check in.
Been a good few weeks, harvesting in Norway, hand scything a ten-acre hay field with friends, and finishing some research for my novel. Making plans with a degree more optimism than might otherwise have been the case. Liberating the garage now that our daughter has finally left home – the charity shops were delighted!
* * * * *
“Why don’t you wear both pairs and change over half way through the flight?” the security officer suggested.
“Don’t be daft,” she answered, “Mel Gibson will soak through both pairs.”
* * * * *
Which was exactly what the SO said, “better not to wear any,” she added, “lends a certain frisson.”
In the clear polythene bag: her passport, her boarding pass, and a freshly ironed pair of panties. Black. Trimmed with scalloped lace border with a tiny silk bow that would sit, when worn, just where her pubis began to rise from the flat plane of her stomach.
“It’s a twelve hour flight!” she insisted to the security officer, “I will need to change my underwear.”
He looked at her sympathetically, “I’m sorry Miss, I can’t allow you to take them.”
“Good heavens! It’s a pair of panties, they are not dangerous.”
‘Want to bet.’ he thought. “Yes – I can see that, but I can’t allow you…”
“Feel them. They’re not hiding anything.” She insisted.
Some offers shouldn’t be made. He tried hard not to smile… or blush.
“The in-flight movie,” she said.
“What about it?” he asked innocently.
She leaned toward him, unnecessarily close. Whispered, “It’s Mel Gibson… Braveheart. My bits will get wet.”
* * * * *
Of course this conversation never happened, except between the SO and me yesterday musing on the joys of long distance travel in the new age we now live in.
We flew today. The portable was x-rayed 3 times and meticulously ‘sniffed’ for explosives – the battery had run flat, I ought to get it replaced as it only holds a charge for thirty minutes – and, since it didn’t power up when requested, it rightly raised suspicion at the security check in.
Been a good few weeks, harvesting in Norway, hand scything a ten-acre hay field with friends, and finishing some research for my novel. Making plans with a degree more optimism than might otherwise have been the case. Liberating the garage now that our daughter has finally left home – the charity shops were delighted!
* * * * *
“Why don’t you wear both pairs and change over half way through the flight?” the security officer suggested.
“Don’t be daft,” she answered, “Mel Gibson will soak through both pairs.”
* * * * *
Which was exactly what the SO said, “better not to wear any,” she added, “lends a certain frisson.”
(Not to mention the in-flight entertainment will be free.)
