There had been no further opportunities, for either Pippa or myself, what with needing to rearrange my entire schedule and sort out all the academic and administrative details that crop up at the end of every university term. I hadn’t seen Hudson Staebler either, and knew only that I was supposed to meet him at Heathrow and that he had personally taken care of my flight details. That at least was generous, but beyond some vague remarks by Jemima I had no idea what we’d be doing once we got there. The basketball game was in New York, but the video people were apparently elsewhere, while Hudson’s main home was in Fort Lauderdale in Florida. It seemed sensible to travel light, but I needed smart clothes for the conference, plus suitable things for both New York and the country, so I ended up with two good-sized suitcases. I’d thought about packing my pussy pump, but decided against it, too horrified by the possibility of an inquisitive customs officer finding it and demanding to know what it was for.
