After a rather eventful flight, we are setting our feet on the ground at JFK airport in New York City. The entire trip was rather stressful for me as I not only had to endure the torture of a raging hard-on caused by a little-less-clothed beloved than usual, but there was the fear that I would be discovered on what can be called someone else's turf that had me greatly worried as well.
Now only if I thought that only one of these would come to Connor's attention; I was sadly mistaken for; next, he is pulling me to the side as we make our way through the airport. "Sebastian," I hear the urgent concern in his voice as he speaks under a hushed voice, "Something has you by the balls; what is up? And don't even bother to lie to me because the shit is written over your face." But then he pauses for a brief moment, "And I am not talking about that pained expression that dear Anastasia has been causing."
