By the time Stocking reached the airport, dawn started to break through the thick night clouds. This made Stocking realize she spent at least three hours just waiting in her living room. Scanty and Kneesock's little talk must have lasted a little over that. Stocking even wondered if Panty had already escaped. Thankfully, this airport had a section for private flights so Stocking found the best parking spot nearby and ran out.

The Private Section wasn't that busy, so Stocking power-walked through the area with her eyes darting all around looking for Panty. She could hear various planes of various sizes moving all about her. This worried her a bit. What if she arrived too late? Panty could have already be halfway around the world by this time. Or worse, the last time she would see her own sister would be through the window of a plane. Stocking's pace quickened as she nearly broke out into a jog through the airport's hall.

But she had luck. On a bench pressed against a wall sat Panty, smoking a cigarette with a duffel bag by her feet. Panty once more seemed to be in her own little world and didn't react to Stocking until the goth girl approached and tapped her on the shoulder. "What the fack…" Panty screeched while preparing to stab someone with her cigarette, only dropping her arm as soon as she saw Stocking. "Shoot, I figured you would track me down here." She sighed and stuck the cigarette on her lips and took a puff. "But don't bother trying to convince me to come back. I ain't doing that."

"And why not?" Stocking groaned. "We can resolve this. Scanty is willing to forgive and we can fix this…"

"Nope!" Panty cheerfully shot out. "See that duffle bag?" She kicked the grey bag a few times to remind Stocking. "I keep that at work in case I need to go somewhere fast and don't have time to pack a actual suitcase. When I went to grab it, you know who I ran into?" She started to chuckle. "Melinda! Ya know, the gal that ran Volcano & Blizzard, the company I bought out. When she heard about my infidelity, she ran and woke my board of directors and informed them." Panty tapped the cigarette on the ashtray, spilling some stray ash. "They quickly made her a deal. She would help with PR and keep the company afloat in the middle of the CEO's scandal, and she gained 30% control of the company. They bent like a paperclip!" Panty reared her head back and let out a hearty laugh. "If I even get to keep my CEO position, my power is going to be severely limited. Dynamite Gal was fun, but I knew it wasn't going to last."

"Scanty can just tell the board it was a mistake." Stocking assured. "You can still run your company. We can go back to normal."

"No." Panty turned to face Stocking with a serious look and expression. Stocking admitted to herself that this had to be one of the few times where Panty actually looked serious. "I'm not going back, and you know better. I cheated on Scanty, most likely scarred Gee, ruined my business' reputation, and today's newspaper is going to drag the remaining dregs of my life into the sewers. I'm leaving town to escape the flurry of reporters, models, parents and anyone else with a beef with me."

"You're leaving Scanty and Gee." Stocking stoically affirmed. "Scanty has little job experience; even if she gets job, it wouldn't be enough to afford the mansion and Gee's school. Oh yeah!" Stocking let out a false chuckle. "And the reporters will hound the two to the ends of the earth! I'll bet Gee's school will kick her out rather than deal with the bad publicly."

"Don't worry." Panty shrugged. "I figured that something would happen, so I set up a secret account just for Scanty and Gee. Nobody can touch it. I made a call to my bank just a hour ago. They're going to give her the password in the afternoon. There's…" Panty leaned in for this. "…ten million in that account. Scanty can get a job to make some spare money; she and Gee can live off that money for the rest of their lives! Gee can attend the schools she wants and Scanty can live in what houses she wants."

"But the reporters, and all those people who's out to get you?"

"The story won't be about me cheating, it will be about where I ran off to. Sure, people will still ask about the affair, but the main question that'll be on people's minds is my location."

Stocking looked down, lost for words. What could she say to this? Panty seemingly covered every angle. Her family would be covered in the money department and people would be more interested in her disappearance than the affair. But what would Panty do? Where would she go? And why not tell someone…like her wife? Her child? HER SISTER? Stocking raised her voice to ask, "Where the hell are you going? Why haven't you told me or anyone else? What do you plan on doing when you get there…wherever you plan on going? Are you planning on returning after some time? Are you going to contact us, your FAMILY?"

Panty looked offended. "I'm not…ever coming back, nor am I telling you where I am going. Like I said, I'm not coming back. If I send you or anyone ANYTHING, I can be tracked. I'm not going back." She repeated as she dropped her cigarette into the ashtray and dug into her pockets for the box and her lighter. Stocking let Panty light up so it would help with her nerves. Once she took a few puffs, Panty continued. "Look, we both know I don't belong in that household anymore. I'm doing the best possible thing for them now. Why are you trying to force me to go back to the family I destroyed?"

Stocking took a deep breath. "Because running away isn't going to fix things. In the past ten years, you raised a strong family, developed a stable company, and…" Stocking took another deep breath as she found herself admitting this. "…rekindled our relationship as sisters…for the most part. You're going to throw it all away for one setback? We can fix this. There will be consequences, but we can face up to them…"

"No, no, no!" Panty pleaded. "I can't! I lost control! I slept with a guy, and the medicine didn't help…"

"Wait." Stocking raised up a hand. "Wait, what medicine? Panty, what sort of medication have you been on?"

"You know." Panty shrugged, acting like everyone knew this. "My urges came back. So I got some medication off the counter to help with that. But I think the medication had side-effects, and by the time I noticed it was too late." She sighed. "Really my own fault. I thought I could control the urges, but they just kept on kept on…"

"Panty, I don't understand. When did this happen?" Stocking urged Panty for an answer. "What kind of medication did you take for these urges?"

"Oh, pills." Panty dug into her pockets, pulled out a pill-bottle and tossed it over to Stocking, who caught them with both hands. She opened the bottle and took one pill to look at."These things kept my desires down pat for bit before they became the desires themselves. I have to keep taking them tho', otherwise I would go on a rampage and fuck every boy in a two mile radius…"

"Panty these are sugar pills." Stocking spoke up. "The label is for aspirin, but these are sugar pills."

"No, that doesn't make any sense…"

"I recognize them." Stocking admitted. "And…" She turned the pill over to show a capital P. "That means placebo. The pharmacist probably didn't want you with real pills and handed you some fake ones." Panty looked at Stocking with wide and confused eyes. "These pills aren't responsible for your actions…Panty, did you get these pills for the accident?"

"What accident?" Panty asked, getting a bit annoyed.

"The one at work, nearly a year ago." Stocking reaffirmed. "Remember? You got a phone call from Scanty, asking you to come home. Gee had been in a fight. You rushed down the stairs and slipped on…"

"…a spending report." Panty gasped. "I fell down a flight and cracked my hand open…" After saying those words, Panty reached up and touched the back-left side of her head. She found a slight bald spot with a small stitch running alongside it. Suddenly, she found herself recalling a lot of details relating to this injury. Scanty's call; how terrified she sounded when she broke the news about Gee's fight. In truth she had a cut on her cheek, having won the fight and a three day suspension. Panty recalled looking at the grey wall at the bottom of the stairs after her fall, afraid to move. She remembered the ride to the hospital and the doctor who stitched her up…he smelled like fish. And finally…how she woke up in a hospital room with her family around her. Gee carried a box of spicy treats and Scanty some flowers.

…she forgot about how much Scanty cared.

"If you're having strong sexual urges again and you've been taking these placebos…" Stocking started to surmised. "Then it's not your fault." Panty turned to Stocking with wide eyes. "Your concussion might had some longer lasting effects than just the wound. You might have a mental condition!" Stocking snapped her fingers. "If this is true, we can use this to save your ass! We'll tell people you weren't in control of your actions and things can go back to normal…"

"No." Panty repeated, with less emotion. "No. Even if that's true, and people would buy it, it doesn't make up for the damage caused. You think by explaining I had a mind problem is going to fix all the shit I caused." She grunted as she got up and took her bag. "But I will tell you this. I'm going to Brazil. There's a contact down there who's willing to give me food and shelter." Panty then sighed as she strode over to the gates. Stocking followed. "What, you planning on following me down south?" Panty laughed, turned around and put on a sick little smile towards her sister. "Look, I'm going down there to turn tricks. It's what I'm good at! Going to be the best ho in the entire country." She turned around and slung her bag over her shoulder. "Still, with boobs like that and child-bearing hips, you would earn a lot of money as well…"

"Panty." Stocking coughed out. "I…don't want you to leave." Stocking could feel her eyes tighten, on the outset of tears. "I really…don't want you to go. I know we were never on the best of terms…" She sniffled uncontrollably. Panty heard this, stopped dead in her tracks, and turned around. "…but I love Gee like my own child, and you mean the world to her." Stocking's eyes started to water up and tears gently went down her face. "And Scanty loves you! I used to receive phone calls every day from her talking about how great you are…" Stocking's crying broke the floodgates and she couldn't talk in a stable sentence. "…p-please-e don't l-l-lea-a-a-ve…"

"Stop." Panty pleaded. "Stop." But Stocking didn't stop crying. She just couldn't. Panty blinked and dropped her bag to the floor. She then took her sister into a hug and patted her on the back. "Please stop crying. I won't go if I mean that much to you. I'll stay…and try to fix this. Can you help me."

"Yes!" Stocking wiped her eyes, getting a stable voice back. "I will help you…sis."

Stan looked at his watch. Panty was over a hour late by now. She was supposed to come out on the field and get into his plane. He had a delivery to make in Espirito Santo, Panty wanted to go somewhere, and didn't care where she went to. Realizing that staying here any longer would make him late, he started up the motors and called the tower for permission to take off. With clearance granted, he took off and headed south for his delivery. He would be back in about a week, so he would ask Panty as to why she failed to show up.

Her answer would be: "Change of plans, I panicked and almost made a terrible decision."