I got up half-heartedly at 6am and at 7 already was in Hounslow on the A4 when Raffa flew over me in the massive Svirgin superjumbo from New York. I had the impression that the landing gear shaved my head. How could people live there, it was a mystery less comprehensible only than why the hell the airport had been developed to the west of the city, whereas it was well known that the wind is westerly most of the time and airplanes will always counter wind rigorously. This meant that an airplane per minute, a thousand a day, flew over the city at a low altitude, and naturally in times of terrorism the clever people in the government decided to expand it, Heathrow, with a third runway and a fifth terminal… Bah, politics, politics, I couldn’t help thinking of anything else. And women. It would have taken half an hour more to get and park at Terminal 3, but it would have taken even more to her to tidy up the first class. I wasn’t late. I was never late.
Raffa
carried around her forties pretty well. She spent half of them up in
the sky reaching the top for her career – responsible of the first
class cabin, never more than eighteen passengers and a decent
catering to share with her colleague Maria Cristina, a good salary
and a fixed route with invariable routine: five atlantic flights a
week, alternating weekends between the twin metropolis. That
nocturnal flight had been an exception due to a terror alarm on her
customary flight from Newark the morning before, which was due in
London at 8pm on Friday. Had it not been for one of those more and
more frequent alarms, she would have ended her working week like it
had begun on Monday morning in Newark. Instead, the following one
would have started on the afternoon flight, which would have taken
her to New Jersey in time to catch up Manhattan for dinner. A
beautiful life her Italian friends were envious of, getting to know a
lot of interesting people in first class, although a bit stressful
time to time, the bigger annoyance being wearing high heels and nylon
stockings, a synthetic material she didn’t like. As usual, as soon
as she jumped into the car she got rid of them both, only to put on
her heels again, causing me the erection that was to accompany us at
home. Unfortunately I couldn’t stop by, I had to go to the party
headquarters. I parked Raffa and the Ferrari in the garage, I kissed
them both and went walking along the Thames.
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