Okay, I learned something new on my little trip Down Under. International travel bites. After about the sixteenth hour on a damn airplane, even if you're in first class, you just want off.

Normally, I shower twice a day. More importantly, thanks to my living arrangements when I'm home from college with Hero and Samantha, I'm used to getting sex about that often too. So by the time I staggered off the plane, I had just gone a little over twenty hours without getting either of my basic daily needs met.

I was tired, my bra was killing me, my usually wavy blonde hair was a limp, greasy mess, and...