The Stopover

the long version

I was upgraded to first class on a flight from London to New York.The food, champagne, and service were impeccable.The blue-eyed man sitting next to me, even better.He was suave and intelligent.We talked and laughed, and something clicked.Fate took over and the plane was grounded, and we had an unexpected stopover for the night.With no plans, we made our own.We danced and laughed our way around Boston and had a night of crazy passion that no woman would ever forget.That was twelve months ago, an