Kristi.

Sitting in their office, you and the manager trade the medical exams before they debrief you on what you can expect from Kristi and what she will be expecting from you. After you tell them what you've got in mind, they provide you with a quotation for her services. Her formerly impossible, but now exorbitant booking fee makes you whistle, especially when they need a 50% down payment. You can definitely afford it, but it is a fair chunk out of your balance.

Thinking for a couple of minutes, you tell them that you are willing to make this first payment, but you have a special request. You ask if it is possible that Kristi have a week off work before your time begins, just so that you know that she hasn't been with anyone before you. They tell you that for that, it'll be an extra grand upfront. Your hand has already slapped down the cash before you have time to think. The manager snatches it up, gives it a quick count and calls Kristi in, so that the three of you can organize schedules and flight dates. You're already getting a bit of a preview of your holiday together by working around her schedule instead of yours. While you prefer to take morning flights to get a good night's sleep beforehand, Kristi insisted that you take a flight in the middle of the night so that you'd have a full day's worth of exploring when you land, instead of starting in the afternoon. The two of you argue for a bit, but eventually compromise and get the middle of the night flight.

That was a few weeks ago, and now you're about two hours into your flight, dozing uncomfortably in your seat, and occasionally jerking awake because one of the fifteen babies you counted has started crying. Again. And you've got another four hours of flight time left. Feeling a bit tight, you roll your shoulders and accidentally wake the snoozing Kristi, who sleepily murmurs, "We landed already?"

"No, not yet," you whisper, trying not to wake the other passenger beside you. Noticing that the seat belt light is off, you slowly get up and your joints start to pop. Looking around, you see that most of the passengers are asleep, except for a few that are reading books or watching some of the in-flight entertainment. Squinting, you also see that the restroom light is green, telling you that it is unoccupied. Leaning back down, you whisper into Kristi's ear. "Hey, I'm just going to go to the bathroom for a bit. Stretch my legs out. Be right back."

As you start shuffling past, you feel Kristi grab your hand and she starts scribbling something into your palm. When she's done, you turn your hand over to read, but she just shakes her head at you. "Read it in there," she winks, pointing her head at the bathroom. You raise an eyebrow at her, but shrug and go about your business, cracking your bones with every step.