<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5eNdU7D.jpg)</div>New York traffic had gotten on his nerves by the third day.  How could anyone live like this, he wondered while staring out the window of the private shuttle his host had generously provided.  His distant cousin working at the U.N. had offered him to stay for a whole month, but Prince Solomon had plans for Los Angeles.  Minor, forgettable plans to oversee manufacturing for the king's airline fleet, the sort of task he'd take two years ago and now rightly beneath his position.  But any excuse would do when his real business objective was the New York to Los Angeles flight itself.<br/><br/>His driver pulled into the smaller airport, and though it had taken a half-hour longer to reach it Sol was grateful this wasn't JFK or LaGuardia.  Waving away his driver's hand as he offered it after opening the door, Solomon laughed internally at such eagerness.  His relative certainly liked living with such largesse.  Few were like him, but he would count on that fact now more than ever.  Carrying a brief case and a shoulder bag he refused to hand off, he gave the driver a small roll of cash to be on his way and leave him be.  From here on out he should be alone - the thought alone excited him.  What was he in for?<br/><br/>Passing security and finding his own way inside the terminal he moved to the waiting area where his flight should be waiting for him.  He was early, as always.  With his name and passport he always had to be on these American flights, paranoid as always.  He found the waiting room empty, and the G650 in sight through the large windows.  The flight crew was probably busy setting things right, so he sat down in the very middle of the rows of seats with his phone in hand.  Squaring away the last of his e-mail and messages he needed to be ready to go off-the-grid for the next few hours.  Nothing should distract him except the excellent services of Erotic Airlines.