After nearly two hours of air travel, Phoebe and Travis were in New York. They walked out of the airport dragging their suitcases.
"Ouch, I'm tired..." said Phoebe, walking hurriedly to the waiting chair that was available there.
Travis immediately followed Phoebe dragging Phoebe's suitcase and then sat down beside her.
"My legs are cramping," said Phoebe.
"Let me give you a little massage," Travis said, getting off the chair and crouching down in front of Phoebe. he immediately massaged his lover's calf, massaging it slowly, occasionally looking up at her with a smile. "Don't you realize? Now you can't go very far."
"I think so," said Phoebe, bending her face.
"Once you get home you should lie down, then I'll check on you," Travis said, continuing to gently massage Phoebe's calves. The man who wears gray pants combined with a white shirt continues to massage his lover, ignoring the people around who sometimes pay attention to him.
