Romance: Military Romance Collection: Soldier Armed And Naked Romance (Military Interracial Menage Romance) by Danger Close Publishing Page B
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there must have been even more workers on the base grounds than he had thought.
When they arrived to the airport he was practically pushed out of the car. He got to the terminal and realised he really didn’t even know where he was going. When Joshua came down to France, he was with a bunch of other men and just followed along. In fact, he had an important question that he needed to ask someone but was scared that it would be beyond your average stupid tourist question. Josh didn’t know if he was supposed to go down a level to arrivals or up a level to departures. You see, he figured that he was arriving to the airport, but departing from the country, so technically it was ambiguous… to him at least.
After a few minutes of pacing around he took a moment to take his ticket out of his pocket and had a look at it. Level 3, gate 27, departing at 4:30 a.m. He had two hours and assumed that that would be enough time to go through customs. He went up to the departures desk and checked in his backpack. He didn’t have a carry-on, so he assumed that he would whiz right by security. But of course, he was wrong.
Joshua was wearing his military fatigues. It’s really all the clothes he had. For some reason, his attire didn’t give off a sense of security and protection like it ought to, but of potential danger. He was searched twice over and swabbed for drugs. He didn’t like the feeling at all. One security guard gave him an understanding look, as if to apologize for the other’s tomfoolery.
When he finally got through the gates, he had 45 minutes left before boarding. He looked out the window, his little biplane looked a little rickety, and he hoped that it wouldn’t have any trouble getting him to London. From there, it would be smooth sailing on the KLM.
Bored, he got in line to a french café. The line up winded back through seven whole gate lengths. He was at gate 27 and the café itself was right in front of the twentieth gate. It was worth though, he thought, as on his way up he had the most amazing iced coffee and he wanted another one.
Forty minutes passed and Joshua was actually scared he just might miss his flight. He looked around, back at his gate, with sweaty hands. He hoped that he would hear the stewardess’ voice on the intercom when she made the calling for boarding over all the crying babies, buzzing machines and the constant hum of talking and shouting.
He finally got up to the desk and ordered his coffee. And then, as if she was crushing his biggest dreams, the lady working at the counter said:
“Sorry, ice machine is out of order.”
Upset and aggravated, he took an extremely overpriced three euro water bottle and went back to his gate. All that for nothing.
Joshua boarded the plane and had a safe flight to England. He finally got his iced coffee. After just a few minutes, he was able to board his connecting flight. The KLM was much larger than any plane he had ever been in. He just had an economy ticket but there was enough legroom and he didn’t feel like her was sandwiched between his seat-neighbours.
He landed at 7 a.m, States time. The good thing about time zones was that when he returned it was as if it had only taken him a few hours to travel back. He didn’t feel too tired, which made Joshua feel much less anxious. When he had first booked his flight, he thought he might be too tired for his date with Hollie which devastated him.
This date meant everything to him. He had it perfectly planned out, minute to minute, and could not afford for anything to put a stake in his spokes. Joshua knew that if he executed his plan to a T, it would be smooth sailing for the
When they arrived to the airport he was practically pushed out of the car. He got to the terminal and realised he really didn’t even know where he was going. When Joshua came down to France, he was with a bunch of other men and just followed along. In fact, he had an important question that he needed to ask someone but was scared that it would be beyond your average stupid tourist question. Josh didn’t know if he was supposed to go down a level to arrivals or up a level to departures. You see, he figured that he was arriving to the airport, but departing from the country, so technically it was ambiguous… to him at least.
After a few minutes of pacing around he took a moment to take his ticket out of his pocket and had a look at it. Level 3, gate 27, departing at 4:30 a.m. He had two hours and assumed that that would be enough time to go through customs. He went up to the departures desk and checked in his backpack. He didn’t have a carry-on, so he assumed that he would whiz right by security. But of course, he was wrong.
Joshua was wearing his military fatigues. It’s really all the clothes he had. For some reason, his attire didn’t give off a sense of security and protection like it ought to, but of potential danger. He was searched twice over and swabbed for drugs. He didn’t like the feeling at all. One security guard gave him an understanding look, as if to apologize for the other’s tomfoolery.
When he finally got through the gates, he had 45 minutes left before boarding. He looked out the window, his little biplane looked a little rickety, and he hoped that it wouldn’t have any trouble getting him to London. From there, it would be smooth sailing on the KLM.
Bored, he got in line to a french café. The line up winded back through seven whole gate lengths. He was at gate 27 and the café itself was right in front of the twentieth gate. It was worth though, he thought, as on his way up he had the most amazing iced coffee and he wanted another one.
Forty minutes passed and Joshua was actually scared he just might miss his flight. He looked around, back at his gate, with sweaty hands. He hoped that he would hear the stewardess’ voice on the intercom when she made the calling for boarding over all the crying babies, buzzing machines and the constant hum of talking and shouting.
He finally got up to the desk and ordered his coffee. And then, as if she was crushing his biggest dreams, the lady working at the counter said:
“Sorry, ice machine is out of order.”
Upset and aggravated, he took an extremely overpriced three euro water bottle and went back to his gate. All that for nothing.
Joshua boarded the plane and had a safe flight to England. He finally got his iced coffee. After just a few minutes, he was able to board his connecting flight. The KLM was much larger than any plane he had ever been in. He just had an economy ticket but there was enough legroom and he didn’t feel like her was sandwiched between his seat-neighbours.
He landed at 7 a.m, States time. The good thing about time zones was that when he returned it was as if it had only taken him a few hours to travel back. He didn’t feel too tired, which made Joshua feel much less anxious. When he had first booked his flight, he thought he might be too tired for his date with Hollie which devastated him.
This date meant everything to him. He had it perfectly planned out, minute to minute, and could not afford for anything to put a stake in his spokes. Joshua knew that if he executed his plan to a T, it would be smooth sailing for the
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