Claudia complied with the request, while the agent asked the same question as previously posted to her, as to where she had visited, and the reason for her trip.
She was asked to step aside to where the gloved customs agents would check her luggage. Claudia thought she would pass out. She could barely lift her luggage onto the counter for inspection. She must look as dreadful as she feels right now, she thought.
A very nice man, was assigned to inspect her luggage. She had made her luggage kind of messy, purposely scattering her dirty underwear on top, sort of like a distraction. Supposedly the ruse worked, as the agent only superficially inspected the contents of the first luggage. The second was inspected even faster. Claudia could not even look at what he was doing, focusing on her manicure, as she was sure she was a roasted duck this time. She was this close to losing it.
She was asked to step aside to where the gloved customs agents would check her luggage. Claudia thought she would pass out. She could barely lift her luggage onto the counter for inspection. She must look as dreadful as she feels right now, she thought.
A very nice man, was assigned to inspect her luggage. She had made her luggage kind of messy, purposely scattering her dirty underwear on top, sort of like a distraction. Supposedly the ruse worked, as the agent only superficially inspected the contents of the first luggage. The second was inspected even faster. Claudia could not even look at what he was doing, focusing on her manicure, as she was sure she was a roasted duck this time. She was this close to losing it.
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In a blur of excruciatingly slow motion, she was given the green light to go. Claudia felt totally depleted of energy, as she slumped on the bench, while waiting for her taxi. She inhaled deep gulps of air - no matter these were full of smog from the constant flow of traffic.
.In a blur of excruciatingly slow motion, she was given the green light to go. Claudia felt totally depleted of energy, as she slumped on the bench, while waiting for her taxi. She inhaled deep gulps of air - no matter these were full of smog from the constant flow of traffic.
She was in a state of aftershock from so much adrenaline released into her system. All she wanted to do was go home and crawl into a hot bubble bath and wash the grime, filth, and stress away from her body and mind. She did just that, followed by a restless nap, full of persecution themed dreams. She woke up when her alarm went off, to signal it was 4:00 PM. She needed to get ready for her delivery this evening at 6:00 PM.
After getting ready, and getting a bite to eat to stabilize her stomach, she proceeds to consolidate the contents to be delivered, into one suitcase. She opened both and went about her task, when she thought she was hallucinating. One of the suitcases was hers surely, the other one, although it looked the same, was not.
After getting ready, and getting a bite to eat to stabilize her stomach, she proceeds to consolidate the contents to be delivered, into one suitcase. She opened both and went about her task, when she thought she was hallucinating. One of the suitcases was hers surely, the other one, although it looked the same, was not.
She melted in a lump to the floor, as the impact of this horrific mistake shook her to the very core. She had about an hour to spare before meeting very dangerous people at a Jack in a Box, and she was short half of her delivery!
She could go back to the airport and make the claim in case someone returned the mixed luggage? And if by chance one of the ceramics broke, and they found its contents, and instead decided to call the police? Or not at all, and keep the valuable shipment, instead of these stupid clothes and cheap souvenirs?
What the fuck is she going to do? It would not even pass a day before they went after her relative back home. They would make him talk, and probably kill him afterwards.
They would likely extract from him all the information about me here, my family, where I work…shit!
What to do? This is a fucking moral dilemma if she ever encountered one. It came down to her own skin, or that of her family back home, and possibly here as well.
Either way she turned it in her head, it came down to the wire, her own life, or that of her family – distant cousin he was too! Could she live with her conscience? Would she live to see another year? She couldn't stay here much longer and wonder about the meaning of life. She had to make a move, and do it now!
She decided…she could live with her conscience, as long as she drowned it in oblivion.
She could go back to the airport and make the claim in case someone returned the mixed luggage? And if by chance one of the ceramics broke, and they found its contents, and instead decided to call the police? Or not at all, and keep the valuable shipment, instead of these stupid clothes and cheap souvenirs?
What the fuck is she going to do? It would not even pass a day before they went after her relative back home. They would make him talk, and probably kill him afterwards.
They would likely extract from him all the information about me here, my family, where I work…shit!
What to do? This is a fucking moral dilemma if she ever encountered one. It came down to her own skin, or that of her family back home, and possibly here as well.
Either way she turned it in her head, it came down to the wire, her own life, or that of her family – distant cousin he was too! Could she live with her conscience? Would she live to see another year? She couldn't stay here much longer and wonder about the meaning of life. She had to make a move, and do it now!
She decided…she could live with her conscience, as long as she drowned it in oblivion.
She would sell what she had in another city, another market, under another identity. She would go as far as possible from Los Angeles, under another alias. If fact, she could buy a new social security and driver license, as well as sell part of her stash at Mc Arthur Park for quick getaway cash.
Yeah…yeah…yeah! She was galvanized into action, as she moved as though one possessed. She flipped backwards the image of Jesus Christ seeming to reproach her decision from the framed image.
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Above are examples of erotic ceramics of the Mochica culture, on display at the Gold Museum in Peru
