“Goodbye ma’am,” I croaked out trying to hide my emotion, “I’ll see you again.”
What I said felt far less truthful.
Ms. Laura put on a fake smile, “you’d better.”
We parted. I thought about my last words to Ms. Laura on the plane and felt a little foolish. I regretted not saying something more, but in the end, had to be content with what I did. I actually made it out. I spent Christmas with my old friend the retired dominatrix.
