AirlinesElectra


Classes stopped for seniors about two weeks before graduation. That’s when Mark, Electra and I flew out to New York for a few days.

It was exciting, really. A big trip to a whole new world, the start of a whole new career, maybe, time away from home for about the first time since scout camp.

I didn’t count overnights at relative’s homes, those are worse than being with your parents. You know that Aunt Rey’s going to be sending a summary of your behavior home with you.

But in all the excitement, we forgot that sylphs have to travel on airlines in the nude. It was something established in the early days of sylphing. Back then, everyone was scared of what sylphs meant, what they were capable of.

And there were rumors that teeny tiny spies had made it into the White House at least once. So now, draconian and rather silly measures were in place for all Federal buildings and many state level ones.

I hadn’t been to the DMV since Electra syplhed, so I forgot about all that. The suspicion and the fear that they were, i dunno, smuggling magic or unicorns into the building?.

Now, I froze when I saw the instructional poster outside security. “Crap.”

Mark looked puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

“Mark, you might have noticed that I don’t make Electra go naked.”

“Well, yeah, not in the studio…”

“Never.”

“Never?”

“Never, ever! I haven’t seen her naked since the day she sylphed.” Not completely naked. Some flashing, of course, and down to her panties a time or two when the privacy box fell over.

And that’s when I realized I hadn’t made any provisions for her bathtime privacy in our hotel room. Double crap.

“It’s okay,” Electra shouted through her window. “Like Gitarzan. It has to happen, so I’m going to have to do it.”

“Gitarzan?” Mark asked. “Is that a story?”

“In flight,” I said. “Are you sure, Electra?”

“Yeah. I’ll, uh… I’ll strip and get searched and dress in the carrier.”

“No, it says you have to be naked the whole flight,” Mark said helpfully.

“So I’ll close the curtains and hide in the carrier,” she said. “Is that legal?”

“Doesn’t say anything about it,” Mark said. I saw nothing on the poster about her being in sight at all times.

The problem turned out to be the gym equipment. It wasn’t standard issue and they had no idea why a sylph would want something like this on an airplane.

I tried to explain that it might be necessary in the hotel room to calm her down, but in the end I had to run back to the ticket counter to get the gym put into a box and checked as luggage. The only empty box they had was one for skis, so we taped the cluster of bars and stands at one end and hoped they wouldn’t rattle around.

Then I ran back to where Mark was waiting with Electra. He’d kept her so she wouldn’t have to go through security again.

I wanted to open the carrier up and check on her, but I restrained myself with a single knock and her muffled “I’M OKAY!” reply.



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Index

59. Senior Banquet

61. New York