I nearly got into a car accident when I maneuvered through the traffic. I pulled up at the back of the parking lot and saw Richie standing at the entrance of the restaurant, waiting for me to arrive. I turned off the car, put my hand on the door handle and cracked it open. If I walked out, I’d most likely never see Dane again. The thought of that made me break down and sob onto my steering wheel. I felt like I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Impulsively, I shut the door and drove toward the airport. What airline did he say he was on? Southwest? What time did he get in? I parked and ran as fast I could to the baggage claim area. My exposed t**s jiggled up and down like mounds of Jell-O as I ran. I ignored the sneers and leers of the travelers in the airport. Dane’s flight had alr
