Something catches the corner of my eye. It’s pink and lacy, slung over the center stick. It takes me a few seconds to realize what it is. Underneath, there’s a note scribbled on the flight log in loopy, girly handwriting. To add to your collection. Shaking my head in disbelief, I fist Aurora’s panties and bring them up to my lips. They are still warm and wet. I inhale deeply, filling my soul with the scent of a girl that will never be mine.
