The announcement to clear the tables, straighten the seats, and buckle-up for the imminent descent came through the speakers. Claudia quickly downed the rest of her cocktail, and did just that.
She tried to amuse herself by looking down at the microscopic houses, and the intricate labyrinth of highways made of the arteries of our daily commute in Los Angeles.
The closer they got to the ground, the more nervous she became in proportion. A cold feeling of dread originating in the pit of her stomach commenced, making her feel slightly nauseous, and her pulse rate accelerate.
She tried to amuse herself by looking down at the microscopic houses, and the intricate labyrinth of highways made of the arteries of our daily commute in Los Angeles.
The closer they got to the ground, the more nervous she became in proportion. A cold feeling of dread originating in the pit of her stomach commenced, making her feel slightly nauseous, and her pulse rate accelerate.
She opened her purse to check her complexion on her compact mirror. She looked deathly pale, with dark circles under her eyes. This due to her inability to sleep, barely catching a few hours sleep on the long flight from South America to LAX.
She used a dot of correction cream on the dark circles under her eyes, and layered on more make-up and blush to camouflage her paleness. This wiped away the barely noticeable film of perspiration on her forehead.
She used a dot of correction cream on the dark circles under her eyes, and layered on more make-up and blush to camouflage her paleness. This wiped away the barely noticeable film of perspiration on her forehead.
What she would HAVE TO camouflage is, the fear she saw reflected in her eyes. She chewed on a piece of sugarless gum, to keep her jaw occupied. Her loud gum popping became annoying to the neighboring passengers.
She was not made for this crap, no way. Only once, she told herself, only this time and never again. But the money was too good to pass up, and the contact was introduced by a relative, so she took a gamble.
She could restart her life with that money; they promised her, lots of people did this all the time. The way they masterfully replicated the Mochica ceramics was impressive. These had been carefully wrapped and placed in her luggage.
Claudia exited the plane, and followed the line in an orderly fashion; she must master her composure from here on. They walked the platform to the customs area, the welcoming picture of George W. Bush, making her slightly more nauseous.
Her knees almost buckled when she saw an agent coming towards them with a German shepherd on a leash. When he passed her way, she thought she was going to pee herself. She held her breath, and stupidly avoided eye contact with the agent. It was an automatic reflex response – she couldn’t help herself.
She was sure the canine could smell her fear, as well as the perspiration soaking her blouse under her jacket, and making her hands clammy. Surely the pounding of her heartbeat, as loud as tribal drums, was audible to his acute hearing.
Mercifully they moved one, maybe they were looking for a scent, she did not have on herself…yet. The line at customs, seemed interminable. When her turn came up, she smiled at the immigration agent. She said good morning, while handing her passport and customs form.
- “Where are you coming from, and how long were you there?” he asked.
- “I came from Lima, Peru; I was there two weeks.”
- “What were you doing there?” he asked.
- “Just visiting family, and also work related, I was sourcing vendors, as I am a buyer for specialty shops.”
- “Welcome back.” He said, while returning her documents.
She was not made for this crap, no way. Only once, she told herself, only this time and never again. But the money was too good to pass up, and the contact was introduced by a relative, so she took a gamble.
She could restart her life with that money; they promised her, lots of people did this all the time. The way they masterfully replicated the Mochica ceramics was impressive. These had been carefully wrapped and placed in her luggage.
Claudia exited the plane, and followed the line in an orderly fashion; she must master her composure from here on. They walked the platform to the customs area, the welcoming picture of George W. Bush, making her slightly more nauseous.
Her knees almost buckled when she saw an agent coming towards them with a German shepherd on a leash. When he passed her way, she thought she was going to pee herself. She held her breath, and stupidly avoided eye contact with the agent. It was an automatic reflex response – she couldn’t help herself.
She was sure the canine could smell her fear, as well as the perspiration soaking her blouse under her jacket, and making her hands clammy. Surely the pounding of her heartbeat, as loud as tribal drums, was audible to his acute hearing.
Mercifully they moved one, maybe they were looking for a scent, she did not have on herself…yet. The line at customs, seemed interminable. When her turn came up, she smiled at the immigration agent. She said good morning, while handing her passport and customs form.
- “Where are you coming from, and how long were you there?” he asked.
- “I came from Lima, Peru; I was there two weeks.”
- “What were you doing there?” he asked.
- “Just visiting family, and also work related, I was sourcing vendors, as I am a buyer for specialty shops.”
- “Welcome back.” He said, while returning her documents.
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- “Excuse me ma’am, may I see your passport and customs paperwork please?”
She felt relieved the first hurdle was passed. She also felt slightly dizzy, and disoriented. Claudia simply followed the crowd to wherever her luggage would arrive at.
After loading her cart with the two navy blue suitcases, she made her way to the final hurdle to pass before she was scott free.
- “Documents and customs form please. Have you brought any fruits or vegetables with you?” The agent inquired.
- “No, I have no edibles at all.” She smiled sweetly.
The agent stamped her customs form, and told her to move on. She could barely breathe a sigh of relief. The damned line to move forward to the exit, was too damn slow. She was almost there, when a uniformed agent called her.
After loading her cart with the two navy blue suitcases, she made her way to the final hurdle to pass before she was scott free.
- “Documents and customs form please. Have you brought any fruits or vegetables with you?” The agent inquired.
- “No, I have no edibles at all.” She smiled sweetly.
The agent stamped her customs form, and told her to move on. She could barely breathe a sigh of relief. The damned line to move forward to the exit, was too damn slow. She was almost there, when a uniformed agent called her.
- “Excuse me ma’am, may I see your passport and customs paperwork please?”
To be continued.
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The above are samples of erotic ceramics of the Mochica culture.
