A wall of limo drivers and cabbies stood behind 204's passengers, most of them holding signs and shouting last names. He had no choice but to do that; to face the challenge. This is Douglass Gilmore's kingdom, a family business that grew to become one of New York City's premier adult clubs. The driver acted quickly on the cue, leaving the man frozen with awe and a few shades paler. An elderly man waited guard, checking baggage claim slips to correspond with the tags that hung from luggage handles. That, and she knew they were from Europe somewhere.
The encounter caught her off guard, like a sudden chill. And those tiny beads of perspiration on her brow and temple were likely seen as her radiance. And, yes, there was no doubt that she even earned a fan or two with those authentic Caribbean attributes. The Nigerian stalled on the brake with his intentions only inches from the accelerator. Buy something nice for yourself.
She was going through it, mentally replaying all of the drama of the days past. Yet, her intuition had awakened her from that living coma. It was an unpracticed resource that was once captivating to other men, but now that she was a free woman again she was determined to mold her 22 years of island-girl characteristics into a future undenied. And yet, as she stretched for her bags, she couldn't help but to look to her right and left to be certain that—who was she kidding? She just hated to think about what Richard did to her because she'd get mad. And Valerie was somewhat aware of the trend, where for more than five decades black women would be easily swept up and out of the naivety of their culture and heritage in Barbados. Not even so much as an over-the-shoulder peek, Valerie was now focused on the future.
Something like a dog kennel, only for men. Outside of LaGuardia's arrival terminal, two baggage handlers almost bumped heads trying to assist the gorgeous traveler. And it might've been a bit much for the baggage handler since his eyes were bugging out, looking hard at the package, this Caribbean woman in the tight leather jacket and pantsuit. There was an intercom system through which the marshals made their representations, sliding some papers and identifications through a slot in the wall. Second, she cut away from the migration of interracial couples in Canada, and finally she was able to get away from Richard.
If this marshal thing ever falls through, you can always dance for me. She was still on the plane; still in the sky; still rushing through Toronto's Pearson Airport, or of course, still making that great escape from her obsessive ex-boyfriend. The aroma of flowers breezed in. In the meantime, the other marshal, stiff, with a medium build, led the way through a door into the jail until all three of them stood before an elevated, glass-enclosed operations center. Valerie was indeed a flight 204 passenger, and she carried herself confidently, as though she'd been through this sort of thing hundreds of times before. For Valerie, however, being back on solid ground hadn't yet settled her.
But money, power, and seduction makes for an explosive combination—and something dangerous is about to go down. Did I do it just to get off of the island and experience the states? She figured that his obsession had driven him to hop into the baggage port of the plane and survive the flight just to emerge victorious. Welcome to Fool's Paradise where the women are devious, the men are ruthless, and the raw, undeniable climate of smut dominates. As she got comfortable in her seat, Valerie noticed the driver adjusting his rearview mirror. To say the least, the jail was overcrowded. The great white commercial bird was then taxied to a corridor that had been extended, awaiting the arrival. Perhaps this would always be the case.
Her sharp eyes broadcasted a twinge of discomfort to the apologetic driver through his windshield. She reached down to help Douglass from his seat, and he instantly inhaled a dry flowery fragrance like his elementary school teachers used to wear. Detained as a federal prisoner until bail was paid or the case was decided. For now there were two shoulder bags she was looking for, and although they had not yet weaved their way around the conveyor belt, Valerie could at least imagine them coming. However, standing alone and unaccompanied in this mammoth New York airport, Valerie now felt a sense of accomplishment. Douglass has won plenty of enemies in the business. She had long, Barbie-blond hair, and the good looks to match.
It was like Douglass to think the craziest thoughts at a time like this, if only to lessen the torment. Relentless has made the best out of a stretch of unpleasant time and adversity. First, she was able to escape from under the umbrella of her family, to whom she vowed to return as an established restaurant owner. Or a deliberate attempt to destroy the man behind the curtain? He was lying across the top of the luggage, with his head perched in his palm? She was cordial, too; so far from the abrasive, bounty-hunter types that Douglass had been so far introduced to. There was an abrupt knock, knock, knock at the rear window, with a sound and vibration inches from Valerie's face. In the meantime, the skycap nearly tripped as he assisted the passenger into the rear door of the cab.
It was 8:05am, and the blur of passengers that scurried off of the plane assumed the role; intentionally forming a human chain that marched onward towards the baggage claim area. This is Douglass Gilmore's kingdom, a family business that grew to become one of New York City's premier adult clubs. She recognized them the moment she saw his face. He runs Relentless Content, a company that publishes books and produces videos. They even somehow escorted her into her new independence here in the United States.
Her presence on the walkway was as obvious as a fashion billboard. When he finds my stuff missing? The most famous stripper at Fool's Paradise has been gunned down in the parking lot. Her nervousness, such as her toe tapping the floor, was nothing more than the preliminary attempts at some dance. Even when Murphy of Murphy's Law fame came along at various instances, things always managed to happen her way. A rivalry between jealous dancers? She didn't ever guess that she'd have to use the money for a getaway, but when that incident. If she gave any serious thought to it, she'd know these incidents to be frequent ones, from the moment she stepped out of the house.