Coitus Interruptus In My Sleep & Second Try At Flying Home...

 0200

 I was having the best dream ever. I was a mer-man (a mer-twink I guess) with a beautiful shimmering tail. Zahir was fishing and caught me. He and I were making love on the beach. I was grinding back against him when I had a sudden feeling we were not alone...

 I woke with a start as I saw Betey looking down at me. I sheepishly covered up under the sheets blushing. He told me he heard noises and thought I was in distress. He went on to apologize for disturbing such a pleasant dream.

 He added that he was sorry for calling Zahir instead of my Baba when I snuck out to the build site. He hoped it does not cause problems. Looks like I talk in my sleep. Damn this was embarrassing.

 He told me how his nephew has a gentle boy like me. "Your Baba told me some of your story. You were born for a good purpose. You bring honor to your new family by protecting their honor." He started to say "It was unexpected for a..." I finished his sentence with the word, "Zamel?" He asked who called me that. I swept my hand in his direction and said he called my friend David one, I was no different.
 
 He told me there was a difference between David and I. "Your friend is selfish, looking only for the next thing that will make himself happy. You are a good boy who serves others. Your heart belongs to only one." He ran his fingers through my sweaty hair and encouraged me to take a shower and put on new pajamas. The ones I was wearing were drenched with sweat.
 
 As he left my room he looked me square in the face, "The pop-star I would not trade everything to protect... You I would. Sleep well, my little prince." I had never had someone pledge their life to protect me. I feel so unworthy.

 0630

 The boss is having an early breakfast with the local team down in the restaurant. Betey and I are eating in the suite. I guess I have caused enough trouble for them on this trip.
 
 The English fry-up did a number on my digestive system last week. I am having lenivie vareniki (lenivie “lazy” and vareniki are Ukrainian pierogi). Ukrainian lenivie vareniki are made of farmer cheese, tossed in melted butter, and served for breakfast with sour cream and granulated sugar. The kitchen included some of their famed sour cherry dumplings.

 1200
 

Well I'm finally flying home. I am the boss's first guest in his private jet. It's smaller than I imagined a private jet would be with the word global in it's name. It is a Bombardier Global 6500. I damn near fell over when he told me this was a temporary, while his 8000 is being built.
   I have been awake since the rude dream interruption at two this morning. Boss made the plane dark and led me towards the tail of the jet. He told me it will be almost four hours until we land. He pointed at the queen sized bed and told me to nap. Then he stepped back into the lounge and closed the door.  We should be home mid afternoon.


Chase