The day before Stuart had to leave on his trip was very mundane and rather boring. He spent most of the day packing. Dana had left earlier in the day. She went to her office to work on some last minute case details. He knew the divorce case she was working on would consume her time. He knew how she got when she was working on her cases. Then again she knew how important his work was. And the convention he had to go to would define a good portion of the upcoming quarter would like.
Dana didn't get home until nine. He'd fallen asleep by the time she got home. His flight was scheduled for seven in the morning. He hated early flights, but they were a fact of his business life. He always had a hard time sleeping the nights before flights. He was somewhat excited of the prospect of flying and what the next day would bring. He was briefly awoken as Dana got into bed with him.
"Sorry," Dana said as she got into bed with him.
"It's fine," he said in a low tone, "what time is it?"
"Twelve thirty," she replied as she turned away from him.
"Okay," he replied as he fell back to sleep.
"HUH," Stuart exclaimed as he sat up in bed.
He looked over to the clock and noticed it was five thirty. He'd over slept just a bit, but he was prepared. He noticed the alarm clock wasn't set and he'd somehow woken up on his own. He quietly walked out of bed and walked to the shower. He turned the water on and quickly got in. He was halfway done with the shower when he noticed the anal-plug in the soap dish.
"God," he said out loud in a low voice.
He starred at it for a few seconds. He reached over and picked it up. He looked over the small thing. He couldn't believe that this little thing caused a horrible mishap the night before. He placed it back in the dish and finished his shower. He quickly got dressed and kissed Dana on the cheek as she slept and walked out. He drove to the airport, parked in long-term parking and checked into his flight.
He was able to get some sleep on the plane. But it was terrible sleep. Visions of the night before kept haunting his sleep. That and something he said to her. He said he'd never done that with a woman before. He had experimented with toys like that before, in college, with a man. That wasn't all he'd done with a man.
He was glad to have finally landed. Even though it was a business trip he was hoping to have some time away from his work and relax. Tennessee was a world away from California, almost alien to him. He checked into his room at the Hilton and called Dana. She didn't answer her phone. He figured she was busy. The convention started the next day at a convention center across the street. He decided to go downstairs to the hotel bar around seven.
The bar was pretty quiet and he found a seat right at the bar. The woman bartender took his order. He began to watch the TVs in the bar. Nothing good was on, mostly sports, Stuart never liked sports, and he didn't understand how people could watch them. He looked over and saw that someone pulled up next to him. Stuart looked over and noticed a familiar man sat next to him.
"Stuart," the man said as he slid up next to him.
"Yes," he said as he picked up his beer.
"How are you," he asked as the man put his hand on Stuart's thigh.
"Peter," Stuart said in a nervous tone.
"Are you here for the convention," Peter asked.
"Yes," he replied.
