Everything goes smoothly

You gather your luggage, stepping off the plane with a final wave to your flight neighbors. The two women part ways with you—they’re visiting a friend before heading to their in-laws’ place on a different flight.

You make a beeline for the airport restroom, finally free of Annie’s intoxicating control. The condom comes off, and with it, the last remnants of her grip on you. For the first time in hours, you exhale, the tension leaving your body.

A quick glance at your boarding pass confirms you have time to spare. It’s late, and the weight of exhaustion hits you. You find a quiet corner, curl up, and let sleep claim you for a few precious hours. The jet lag and lack of rest catch up fast.

When you board your next flight, it’s uneventful. A few bumps of turbulence rattle the smaller plane, and the legroom is tighter, but your seatmates are two easygoing guys who keep to themselves. No surprises, no stolen touches—just the hum of the engines and the quiet relief of a journey that, for once, is yours alone.