Honor was breathing hard, her heart thudding heavily in her chest as she ran to the first car she saw with the plastic taxi light on the roof. A weight had settled in her chest, heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe and she was feeling faint, her legs weak under her. But she needed to get away from there, away from the hotel, away from Bangkok, away from Thailand; she needed to get away to somewhere as far away from David and what she had seen as she could.
She got to the taxi and pulled open the rear car door, startling the driver who had been snoozing in his seat awake. He swung his head around as she entered the back seat.
"Airport, please," she breathed out, her head sinking down to her chest in sudden nausea, her voice coming out in a sob even though there were no tears in her eyes, as if her tear ducts were still processing what her eyes had seen. "Please take me to the airport ..."
She realized that the man was saying something only when she looked up and saw his mouth moving. The only thing she could hear was the the music playing in the restaurant when David and his lover's lips met as her mind replayed the scene over and over again in her head. It took most of her willpower push the images away and concentrate to sift through the heavy Thai accent to make sense of what the driver was saying.
"... Madam," the rather rotund man was saying, tone apologetic but with a touch of impatience, "I am saying I am sorry but I already have customer. I am waiting here for him. You take another taxi, okay?" He gestured at the running meter affixed to the dashboard.
Honor stared at him and then blinked as what he said sank in. Then the nausea returned and she lowered her head again, breathing harsh and uneven, swaying in the seat and making the driver's eyes open wide in alarm at the thought that the young woman was going to faint or throw up in his taxi. But then she took a deep breath and mouthed a quiet "Okay."
The driver let out an audible sigh of relief as the lady opened the door. Honor's hand shook as she grabbed a hold of her suitcase and swung her feet out of the car; she felt weak, as if all her energy had been drained out of her and it was just the inertia of moving keeping her up - the fact she still needed to get away. Away from David and Jillian, and the knowledge that the man she had loved with all her heart for more than three years had been spending his nights with another woman.
She felt dizzy and she shut her eyes for a moment as her feet settled on the asphalt. When she opened them, a pair of black polished dress shoes had come to a halt next to her heeled strap sandals. She looked up to see two dark eyes ringed around by a pair of rimless glasses looking quizzically down at her. He was dark complected, a mix of races, his dark haired cut very low and broad shouldered, wearing a dark suit with a blue shirt and tie of near the same color and holding a briefcase in his hand.
"I'm really sorry, but I think this is supposed to be my taxi," the man said.
She looked at him without really seeing him, in truth only registering the gist of what he was saying; he was the customer the taxi driver was waiting for. She could think of nothing to say to that so she just nodded weakly and attempted to stand, finally successfully making it to her feet with her suitcase held in her hand. The man's eyes narrowed as he watched the young woman, for all intents and purposes, struggle to get to her feet from the taxi and then sway unsteadily when she finally made it, closing her eyes and putting one bracing hand on the open door to steady herself.
"Are you alright, Miss? Are you hurt?" he asked, his face a stern mask of concern as his eyes quickly and carefully ran all over her five foot and two inch frame, looking for any tell-tale sign of injury.
Honor opened her eyes then and blinked at the man. She opened her mouth to reply that she was alright. That she wasn't hurt. That she was going to wait and get another taxi to take her to where she needed to go. But all that came out of her mouth was a loud sob - the tears started then, falling thick and fast down her face.
"I just need to get to the airport," she cried quietly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she should be embarassed, crying in front of a total stranger in a strange land, but the truth was that she was not alright; she was hurting and it threatened to bring her to her knees unless she could get away.
The man looked at her, his eyes travelling all over her face. "Alright then," he said, nodding curtly and gesturing with his free hand, "Get in. Let's get you to the airport."
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The thirty minute drive to Suvarnabhumi from the center of Bangkok was mostly spent in silence, the only interruption coming just after the cab had gotten on the express way. The man had extracted a phone from his pocket and dialed a number, leaning back into his seat, openly examining the woman sitting beside him with a neutral expression on his face as the phone rang. "Hello, Deji. Something came up and I think we should meet tomorrow instead." A pause as he listened to the man at the other end. "No. Everything's alright. Around eleven would be fine. I'll call in one or two hours when it's all settled. Thanks a lot, Deji. Bye."
"I'm sorry," Honor said, voice sounding small. She turned her head to look at him, eyes swollen and red, trying to quiet her sobs.
He looked at her. "About what?"
"Making you miss your appointment."
"Don't be absurd," the man said, a small hint of a smile on his lips that didn't quite extend up to his eyes. "You didn't make me do anything."
Honor didn't know how to respond to that. "Why are you helping me?"
He looked at her again and said, "Because I want to."
Honor fell silent after that, lost in her own thoughts, remembering David's last phone call to her just a little over two days ago. He had told her that he was missing her, that he wished she was there with him, how he was aching to make love to her after more than a month since he left to head this latest project for his law firm in the Asian Far East. Honor had been in bed in his T-shirt and panties, cuddling a pillow tight to her breasts and wishing it was him, her sex wet and heated as she luxuriated in the tenor of his voice, imagining what would happen when he opened his hotel door to find her in front of it.
Now she wondered if David had taken Jillian's clothes off with the same hunger that she'd imagined him removing hers in her fantasies, whether he had pushed his hardness inside her moist heat within a minute of her appearance at his door, his mouth repeatedly taking her lips as he feverishly made love to her. In her fantasy, Honor had fully expected him to cum before her, happy to allow him selfishly sate himself after so long away from her. But then he would take her again and make love to her until she came as well, clutching the sheets around her and crying out, probably with her shoes still on her feet ...
But it was no longer her featuring in her fantasy with her fiancee. The woman lying underneath David Brenner with her legs clamped around him this time was Mrs. Jillian Blake, her fashionably tall and thin body with its perfectly shaped breasts, small but high and perky quivering under the force of David's passion as he rode her over and over again, listening to her call out his name in her husky voice, even huskier now with a lover inside her.
Honor began to cry again. She wondered if Jillian had been in the room when David was talking to her that night. Whether Jillian had sat smiling silently and patiently waiting for her lover to finish his call to his oblivious fiancee before they fell into bed to make love again. She wondered if David was smiling in amusement as he listened to Jillian make a similar call to the husband she was cuckolding, assuring him of her love even as she prepared to spread her legs for another man. The thoughts that went through her mind included the two lovers naked and entertwined with each other 'as' they spoke with Tom and her back home - who would know when they were three and half thousand miles away? David's hand could very well have been on Jillian's small and perfectly perky breasts as he was telling Honor he was 'missing' her, Jillian's hand exploring his body as she spoke to her husband ...
She suddenly felt numb, her limbs heavy in her seat, her tear-filled eyes staring and unseeing at the Bangkok skyline. The weight in her chest made the pain almost physical, and her breathing had become quietly laboured. She felt the beginning of a headache with her nausea and knew that it would be a mistake to try and eat anything for a while despite her hunger. She just needed to get away. Go back home to her apartment and try to mend. She abruptly remembered the numerous pictures of David and her she had arranged around her apartment, his clothes and shoes, the souvenirs and knick-knacks they had bought together and she started to sob anew under her breath.
Throughout, the man across from her in the back seat sat silently, looking at her but making no move to ask her what was wrong. The taxi driver was also watching her, his eyes regularly leaving the road to concernedly regard his new passenger in the rearview mirror.
He had been surprised when his customer had let the clearly distressed woman in on his fare and then proceeded to tell him to go to where she had asked him to take her. He had at first thought that the two of them knew each other from back in their native land but the silence in the back seat made him conclude that they were actually just strangers chance met in a foreign land. He had been surprised, but pleased. At first. Going to the airport would cap a very lucrative evening of driving the man around and waiting for him with the meter running. But the woman's quiet crying and the haunted look in her eyes almost made him wish that his thickset customer had refused the woman at the Excelsior and asked to be dropped at his hotel just five minutes away. He knew what a broken heart looked like and he could tell that the dark haired woman's heart had been utterly shattered in one horrible moment.
She reminded him of his own encounter with heartbreak. When the girl he had set his heart on marrying fell in love with a boy from another town and ran off to marry him instead of the boy who had spent almost a year working up the courage to talk to her and then spent the next two wooing her until she had finally agreed to marry him. His euphoria at her assent was not to last. Less than three days later, a rival had appeared on the scene and effortlessly taken his love away with nothing more than a smile and a gesture for her to come with him.
It still hurt, sixteen years and a wife - another woman - and two children later. The taxi driver found himself holding back a sigh of relief when the lights of Suvarnabhumi appeared - the lights of aircraft descending into the airport and ascending into the sky had heralded their getting closer even without the overhead signs telling motorists their distance from the massive port that was Thailand's main air hub.
Minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of Departures, and Honor turned to the man sitting beside her. "How much ...?"
"Don't worry about it." His face was neutral, his tone firm as he looked at her.
"But ..."
"Just have a safe trip." His voice brooked no disagreement, and Honor shut her mouth.
She stared at him through red eyes, wondering, and then she finally whispered. "Thank you."
He nodded, curt. "You're welcome."
She opened the door and dragged out her suitcase, and as he and the taxi driver watched, she walked a tad unsteadily into the terminal building, pulling the little suitcase behind her. She disappeared behind the automatic sliding doors. Horns sounded behind them of waiting cars and their impatient drivers, and the taxi driver put the car into gear to begin the journey back into the city center.
"Stop," said the man quietly, "I think I'll get off here too."
The taxi driver had hoped that the man would ask him to take him to his hotel, another thirty-minute drive with the meter running, but he was a philosophical man, and therefore he was easily able to kill and bury his disappointment. He had made quite a lot more money than he had expected to make when he had woken up that morning. And besides, he could join the other drivers at the airport taxi stand and make some more money going back into town. So he hit the meter to display the total fare for his best customer in a long time.