This is my second story. It’s different from “she was perfect”. I know this is not one of my better efforts. It’s a bit confusing sometimes. Comments will be much appreciated. I posted it a little early.
Kaylie Anderson was walking briskly, pushing her heavy trolley with as much force as she could muster. Her plane had landed just thirty minutes ago at airport. She was in a hurry. Anyone could deduce that from her gait. Her boyfriend was meant to meet her five hours ago, when she was supposed to arrive. But like all respectable travel lines, Pan Am’s plane was four fucking hours late.
What was it they had said? Oh yeah, “the flight to Los Angeles has been delayed blah-blah-blah”. Fuckers! She looked around, trying to find her guy, to no avail. He had probably left after her call. She sighed and sat down on a chair, away from the commotion near the metal detectors. Some dude was being arrested.
Kaylie was so frustrated that she didn’t see the nondescript woman approach her. She sat down behind her and quietly slipped a minuscule package inside her purse. Kaylie didn’t notice her as she was staring at the ceiling, wondering why she had accepted this job. Her purse was lying in the chair next to her and didn’t appear to have been moved.
The mysterious woman silently got up and left. Kaylie got up, took her cargo bag and purse and marched to the toilets. She hadn’t had time to make herself beautiful before the plane took off. She spent some time in the loo and looked in the mirror. No, this wouldn’t do at all. She liked to be pretty. She opened her bag and took out her makeup kit. When she was finished, she put it back inside her bag and admired her handy work.
She was superb. Long silky honey-blond hair that went to her hips, thin eyebrows, lustful green eyes, an elegant pointed nose, round lips that seemed to be locked in a constant pout and an angular face set on a long neck. She was 5”9, quite tall for a woman, had a 36B chest, a slim and somew... Læs hele novellen
