<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Adam<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>The touch of Danai's kiss is as light as a breeze, but still it warms me.<br/><br/>In the car, I start to make my arrangements, and my first attempt to pay for the ticket is blocked -- I realize that of course the CGDA has cancelled my card. I go ahead and re-make the same reservation and purchase with one of my own cards.  I ask the driver to stop en route to the airport, and I purchase a quick prepaid phone, and I purchase a second ticket to New York, with different airline, transferring in Amsterdam instead.  I won't have time to get new ID, but perhaps they won't be looking too hard, given that my first ticked purchase attempt was such a bumbling failure.<br/><br/>I reluctantly leave Danai, stealing another light kiss as the car drops me off.  I check in and get boarding passes for both flights, check through security, and then slip my CGDA phone into the side pocket of the barely-attended carry-on bag of a young man near the Turkish Airlines gate.<br/><br/>I've a bit of time to wait, before my flight, so I find a quiet corner, tucked in behind a column near one of the domestic take-off gates, trying to minimize my chance of being seen.  There is no way to hide my final destination at this point, but at least I have chance of avoiding immediate surveillance.