I have determined that the best way to deal with extra security inspections at the airport is to have some fun. I set my vibrating butt plug,  "SEXY New York City 2003-2004 XXX" Guide (annual guide to NYC erotica), and my furry pink handcuffs on top in my luggage. I mixed condoms throughout the layers. On my laptop I put a photo of Belladonna performing golden showers on my wallpaper.

I could scarcely contain my excitement. The poor woman almost passed out when she looked at my laptop. I told her nonchalantly that that was my girlfriend. She loved that.

P.S. Took the Boston subway from Greyhound (NYC->Boston) to airport yesterday. Boston subway report: clean and boring. I am taking a walkabout in St. Louis today, and will see what mischief I can get into on their subway. I am still walking funny from my session last night. I need some bitches and sake.