I was at London Heathrow Airport, returning from a much-needed weekend get-away, when I spotted Nadine, my favorite cousin on my Dad’s side. Nadine was engaged in what appeared to be a rather intimate conversation with a very distinguished looking older gentleman. Dressed in a black lacy outfit more appropriate for the bedroom than the airport, this sure didn’t look like the married mother of three I knew.
As they chatted, the gentleman handed over what looked like a payoff to Nadine. He then kissed her hand, tipped his hat and disappeared into the crowd. Nadine followed him with her eyes, eventually catching sight of me.
I caught up with her and grabbed her by the arm. I had heard of Heathrow escorts. Putting two and two together, it dawned on me that’s what she was. I confronted her. Her secret exposed, she turned abruptly and walked away.