No Fear!

The two doctors were a few hours away from landing in the place people called Paradise… Mazatlán. The flight attendant appeared with the half empty bottle of a great burgundy. She was pretty, and her smile made it clear why the airline had her working in the front of the plane. “Gentlemen, could I top off those glasses for you?”

Paul Goodfriend held his crystal stemware out, laughing. “You are good to us. I fear we may stumble off this plane. Will you help us if we have a problem?”

“Dr. Goodfriend, you’ll be fine, I’m sure.” She tipped the bottle and filled his claret with the purplish red liquid. “Is it true that you two will be hosting the regression convention at Templetons? I read the news about that poor soul that washed up onto their beach. I think I might think twice about staying there.” She leaned over to fill the second claret. “But with that said, I have been to Templetons and it is truly beautiful. That Mrs. Templeton really knows how to make your stay pleasant.”

Paul attempted to sound brave about the body with no head, but there was a small sense of nervousness in his voice. “Please call my colleague here, Jeremy,” he put his hand on the other Doctor’s shoulder, “and my name is Paul.” His eye color had an unusual but stunning hue of blue, and in spite of the unsettling subject, he was able to make them sparkle for her. “Jeremy and I were just talking about that incident, but it did happened a few days ago making it old news. I read that the police haven’t identified who it was, but are reporting that it was most likely drug related. Tourism is totally safe. Shelly, why don’t you figure out a way to stay in town for a few days? You can stay with me. I’ll even make you my assistant, and give you a personal trip into your past.” He smiled at her, his expression saying so much more than his words. He was nice to look at, and knew that he had just planted an image in her head that would make most women blush.

“Thanks, Paul. But I’d better not play hooky. You are a shroud one, though.” She laughed and moved on to the next customer.

 “Come on, Paul. Are you going to do this the whole week? It’s embarrassing to watch you in action. These poor women you hit on are usually half your age. They must be laughing at the old fool that you are after escaping from your sight.” Jeremy didn’t want to be associated with the cad next to him, but also knew that their relationship would soon be over. One more week to spend time with this miserable man.