Samson wakes up a... new... man

The grogginess with which Samson awoke was unpleasant, but it had been the beginning of every day of his life for so long that it was almost comforting. Almost.

Hey, good morning fuckhead. It's a little more full in here than I remember it. Did you, like, actually try to learn something? I thought I showed you that school is only for pounding pussy.

Knowing that the demon would be a running commentary for the entire weekend helped Samson ignore his jibe and concentrate on figuring out where he was. Conveniently, he was still in the same airplane seat as before. It was a relief given how many times in the not-too-distant past he had woken up somewhere totally foreign with only Gray's vulgar descriptions to know how he had gotten there.

The pilot's voice came over the intercom, welcoming everyone to St Petersburg and telling everyone where to pick up their bags. Samson quickly deplaned and hurried to beat the rest of the passengers to the immigration counters.

Oh, baby! Let me at her!

Gray's voice unnecessarily brought to his attention the attractive border agent as he approached her counter. Samson reveled in the feeling of being in control as he presented his passport and answered her questions in a businesslike manner.

Fuck you, fuckhead! Look at her tits! We could do it right there in the booth, and no one would notice. This was the worst idea, I want out!

Gray was still wailing, but Samson managed to only look at the agent's cleavage twice as he took his stamped passport back and proceeded through to the baggage claim area. He continued to ignore the demon as he collected his rental car, and drove into the city. His string of self control ran out as he got to the Aribnb he had booked.

The very attractive blonde at the door of the apartment building smiled at him as he dragged his bag up the steps.