Before leaving,  Beth paid one of her friends to send her a package to an anonymous post office box containing some of her affects.  It mostly contained pharmaceuticals,  clean syringes,  and a bright and shiny new set of surgical tools.<br/><br/>She didn’t like planes,  they were closed in,  with so many strangers gathered around her.  She brushed shoulders against men and women she had never met,  and would usually instinctually draw away from the slight brushes of skin against skin contact. Those big brown eyes of hers were cast downward at her feet.  In many ways,  she looked the epitome of the submissive woman.  She was wearing nothing more then a tattered blue jeans,  worn out old gym shoes,  and a plane white tee that hugged her body.  Of course,  if one were to look into her luggage they might have been a bit surprised by the high ratio of leather and latex to standard fabric.<br/><br/>The in flight movie was your stereotypical romantic comedy,  starring some rambunctious alpha male,  and a somewhat soft spoke and loving woman who would eventually show the handsome young man the error of his ways,  and it would end with an implied marriage and a sappy song by the Dave Mathew’s Band.  It didn’t really make the trip go any faster,  it just gave her something different to focus on.<br/><br/>When the plane finally it took the young woman a bit of time to find where she was going.  It was a new city, but,  the directions were simple enough.  So,  before long she came to the meeting place,  and she strolled inside,  carrying a few suit cases with her.  She scanned the area for that familiar face,  and stood at the table without sitting down.  “Hi.”  She said,   her voice soft and sweet.  “I hope I didn’t leave the two of you waiting for too long.”