She slowly unwrapped another piece of gum. She never chewed gum except in airplanes. She always bought Wrigley's at the airport, as it was the only one she could ever think of. She folded and unfolded the silver wrapper and hummed the jingle, the words, 'double your pleasure double your fun', kept resounding in her head. She smiled at the thought, double your pleasure. Is that what she was doing, or was she merely chasing a fantasy, one that could leave her wanting more, or worse one that in real life would turn her off. "The captains has turned on the seatbelt sign, please return your tray tables and seat backs to their upright and locked position as we are preparing for our arrival in Los Angeles, the current time is ..." droned out across the airplanes public address system. Her heart began to pound, not at the thought of landing, but at what she was doing. She was actually going to meet the man that wrote the stories that had captured her mind, the man who over the phone, she had fallen for, quietly and with much resistance, but fallen none the less. "What if I don't like him, " she said aloud. The passenger next to her spoke up, "Pardon me miss, did you say something" "No, sorry I guess I was talking aloud, I am just a bit nervous," she responded, not believing he heard that. "Its OK, I travel to Los Angeles a lot and it isn't as bad as everyone says, " he continued, apparently trying to take the last few moments to talk to her. She looked over at him and caught him looking at her body and realized she had not even noticed anyone was sitting next to her. She flashed him a placating smile and grabbed the walkman out of her bag, putting it on and turning the tape on. She looked out the window seeing the oceanfront slide beneath her as the made the final turns descending into LA. She jumped as the man sitting next to her tapped her knee, and was leaning forward saying something. She pulled the headphone closest to him out of her ear and said, "Yes" curtly obviously alarmed by his touch. "You are not supposed to play electronics during landing, they say it can effect the equipment" he informed her. "Fine, OK, I didn't hear them, oh never mind" she snapped, and turned off the player. "I didn't mean to frighten you," he continued, " but I just believe in following the rules." "Gee what is the deal with Rules? Everybody has so many rules!" she exclaimed, he shrugged his shoulders a bit surprised at her response and turned away. She realized she had snapped at him for nothing he had done, but was responding to the instruction she had received early for the flight down. In her minds eye, she remembered reading the electronic mail she had received early that day. She imagined scrolling down through the document and seeing his "rules" stream by. "You will not wear any underwear from the time you leave your house until you return." "You will not cover your breasts with your hands, I want you to be aware of your beauty and just smile when you catch men staring at your breasts." "You will not wait until the plane is landing in LA to remove them, as I know you will have considered." She had half laughed when she read it, not believing how well he knew her, as she was already thinking how to get out of this request as she read the words. How would he know? She could always just hide them or put them in an airport locker. But she had followed the instructions and noted that she was following his rules, almost without really realizing it. The jarring of the plane landing startled her, as she was again lost in her thoughts. She looked over and saw that her seat mate, was looking at her breasts again and started to turn as if she wanted to look out the window, but his typed words haunted her. She even imagined him saying the words, though he had only typed them. She fought the urge and only smiled at the man, that looked away as if he hadn't been admiring her. A rush of excitement pulsed through her again as she felt her nipples harden at the thought of following his instructions and letting the man next to her see her arousal. She crossed her legs squeezing trying to get the throbbing to go away. The plane finally arrived at the gate and the bell sounded. Her heart pounded even more rapidly, realizing that for her, there was no turning back, she could get right back on the plane and head home, but she wouldn't, it was clear to her now. The man next to her got up and as he left he said, "Do you know you way around LA? I could show you the sights." "Oh thanks, but I am all set" she said in a distracted voice. "Well stay out of trouble, " he said and walked out ahead of her. If only he knew, she thought. She tossed the bag over her shoulder, feeling a bit like she was missing something, like she had left something behind. But then she remembered, he had given her specific instructions to bring only a few items, and very few clothes. The thought both alarmed and excited her. She could always buy some clothes, if she ran out. Even as she thought the words, she wondered who she was kidding. As she left the gate, she looked around as if she half expected him to be there, and then she realized he had said to call him when she got there. She hadn't told him what flight she was coming in on, and she had caught a fairly early one. She looked for the closest pay phone. As she was digging in her bag, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned ready to tell the man from the flight that she really had to make a call and that she had a ride. It was not the man from the flight. It was not a man at all. It was a very tall woman wearing a uniform of some sort. She just smiled at her. Finally the woman spoke, "It is OK, you don't need to call, Craig asked me to bring you to him." "But how did you know, it was" she stopped as the woman held up a picture, a picture that she had sent to him long ago in the mail. "Damn, he thinks of everything, " she said to the tall woman driver. "My name is Sarena, I work for Craig doing odd jobs," she said. "You are as pretty as he said," she continued. " Maybe, oh never mind..." she finished. Her eyes grew large as she followed the woman out to the curbside. Maybe what, she thought, but didn't dare ask. She looked the Sarena, as she opened the limo door for her. "Did that hurt" she said, pointing at her own eyebrow, at the same spot that Sarena had a piercing in her brow. "No, not too bad, it healed pretty quickly, have you been pierced before" Sarena responded, and began to shut the door. " I had my belly button pierced on a dare" she replied, but the door slammed shut and she walked as Sarena walked around the front of the limo, sliding into the drivers seat. "He really likes belly button piercing's" Sarena added, obviously she had heard her. She began to ask her how did she know, then again bit her tongue. The glass between the seats rose and soft music began to play. Then the glass began to go back down. "He said to give you this for the ride" and she tossed something through the window back to her, and began raising the window once again. She reached down and picked up the small package and quickly unwrapped it. Inside the box was a note on top of some tissue. She read the note. By now you have met my friend Sarena, she is quite pretty don't you think, but oh yes, you don't like girls, do you? Anyway, I have enclosed a small journal, I want you to write in it every day while you are with me, so that you will remember how you felt, what feelings you had. Someday you might want to see what you were thinking when we first finally met. Love, Craig She shook her head again, not believing that nerve he seemed to have some times, and yet, she knew he was right, this was a big deal, she was stepping into a new world, and he knew it. She peeled back the tissue and saw the source of the the rich aroma rising from box. It was a leather bound journal, similar but smaller than the one he had sent her with his writings. She opened it and found that it was blank, until she saw inside the cover, there was her name engraved in the leather. She rubbed her fingers over the engraving again, wondering how he could have had this made in the few hours since they had spoken. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she realized that he had this made before she agreed to come to see him. "How did he know I would come?' she said aloud, glancing up to see Sarena looking at her and smiling in the rear view mirror. She realized that the mirror was angled down and that maybe Sarena was looking at her chest just like the man in the plane. Was she imagining things she thought, and smiled back at her, just as she thought he would want. She looked back to the journal and saw a few words hand written on the inside cover of the book. I had this made at the same time as my book, I am glad you came to collect, I hope it holds some amazing memories. Love, M. Craig She smiled as she read the words, she was right, he had always said he was a man of hunches and this one was right. She had come to see him. The car stopped and Sarena got out and walked around to open the door. She felt awkward so opened the door herself. "Such a big car for such a little house" Sarena said as she held the door for her. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do" she added and laughed a bit maniacally as she walked around and started to get in the car. "Oh yeah," Sarena said, "Let yourself in, he said you should make yourself comfortable, he will be here soon!" she slammed the door and drove off. "He is not even here" she said out loud and turned back to the house and began to climb the stairs. "I can't believe he isn't even here to meet me" she grumbled. At the top of the stairs there was a note attached to the glass door with her name on it. She ripped it off the door and began to open it.