UsernameEmailRegionInterestAOL IMICQ IDYahoo! IDMSN IDJabber

Next morning...
“Is everything all right?” Jenny repeated the question asked by the other end of the conversation she was having with the SHIELD office. As soon as she wanted to think again, and Andy wasn’t distracting her with his hands, his mouth, his…everything, she made her calls. Her call to Excalibur was simple and quick. A minute of pleasantries, relaying that she was extending her visit and getting assurances that Yankee Clipper was fine. Easy.

SHIELD was asking questions.

“Everything is fine. I’m staying longer. I’ll call to see if there’s a seat when I’m ready to go.” She disconnected before she lost her temper. She sighed and looked to Andy. Who promised to feed her literally after figuratively satisfying appetites she hadn’t know were starving. Instant good mood.

“The next time I leave London, I’m traveling commercial,” she said. “Even if I’m stuck in a window seat next to a screaming baby.”