Outside the airport
Several black cars came to a stop. The car in the middle was matte black and darker than the others.
A woman in a peach-colored dress walked out of the terminal. She was wearing brown sunglasses. Her hair was divided down the middle and curled at the ends. She walked out in brown high heels, her white luggage wheels screeching.
She resembled a supermodel straight from a poster. Men around her glanced at her curves, which looked like a feast to them. That short dress she was wearing ended two inches above her knees.
She stopped a few feet from the black vehicles.
Her eyes fell on the car in the middle, and a big smile spread on her lips.
She lifted her hand and removed the sunglasses when a man stepped out of the matte black car.
Her eyes lit up, and she rushed to
