Springs eternal
Heinrich emptied his pockets at the behest of Brenda, the matronly airport security lady. A single, packaged prophylactic tumbled from his hand into the grey plastic x-ray tray.
A moment.
Brenda looked away. Heinrich looked away too, but a different away so they weren’t still just looking together.
A moment.
Heinrich knew that Brenda knew that packaged pocket protection meant one thing. Not that Heinrich had lain with another. But that he hoped to.
Brenda gently nudged the condom across the smooth surface with her index finger. Breathless.