Yummy lube had been transferred to TSA approved bottles and my toys were in their lovely bags, all tucked away in my carry-on. I also managed to sneak in a couple of “real” toiletries, along with a cute dress and single pair of heals. Just in case the airline lost my checked luggage. Of course, when I was shoving all of this into my bag, I wasn’t thinking about how hard it would be to get it past security. Now I’m a proud, card-carrying slut, but I’m not about having my stocked suitcase rummaged through by some stranger. I’m standing in this tiny cubicle, the top half of the walls held by Plexiglas, so I’m able to see my daddy, Luca, leaning against the wall, a small smile teasing his lips as he stares at me. I can’t help it. I stick my tongue out at him. The ass. How dare he make fun of me! I’ve never been on a freaking plane before. And I’d gotten the information from the airport’s stupid website, damn it. It said I was allowed to fill three ounce bottles. I just didn’t get much further than that.
