added.
“Now this parade is getting interesting,” Henry said, stepping from the sidewalk onto the street and standing directly beneath the flight trajectory of the limo to get a better view.
Henry was stunned when the limo came to an abrupt stop directly above him. He stepped out from under it and stared up at its tinted windows. Surprisingly, the back passenger window rolled down, revealing the smiling face of a beautiful African-American woman. Her ears and neck glittered with gold jewelry.
“I must be dreaming,” Henry said, gazing up at her like an infatuated schoolboy.
“Hey, we have room for one more!” the woman shouted down at Henry without losing her perpetual smile.
Peter thought she looked like an actress on a television commercial with her sculpted black hair and attractive face overdone with make-up. The woman opened the door as the vehicle lowered to the ground. When the limo reached ground level, she stepped out, revealing a stunning figure in a tight black evening dress. She continued to smile her dazzling commercial grin.
Billy stood on the sidewalk with his eyes wide and mouth gaped open. Peter thought he looked like a trout that had just been hooked. Peter watched Henry scan the woman’s figure and peer into the interior of the limo where the silhouettes of two other women were sitting in the back. It looked like they were passing around a bottle of champagne and pouring it into sparkling crystal glasses.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?” the tall black woman asked, as she grabbed Henry by the arm and dragged him toward the open door.
Peter felt a sudden surge of apprehension and ran to his friend’s side. He grabbed Henry’s free arm and whispered into his ear.
“Hey, Henry, they’re either prostitutes or drug dealers! I don’t think you should go!”
“What? Are you crazy? A man waits a lifetime to party with a bunch of models in a limousine!” Henry replied, gesturing toward the women in the limo’s interior. “This is my lucky night! I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Pete!” Henry forcefully pulled his arm out of Peter’s grasp. “And besides, you know what a cautious guy I am,” he added, patting his automatic pistol in the hidden shoulder-holster beneath his jacket.
Henry glanced back at Peter and Billy, flashing them a wide grin as he entered the back of the limo with the woman. Glaring at Peter, the woman’s commercial smile transformed into a menacing frown. Henry was oblivious to her change in mood as the women passed him the champagne bottle with an accompanying glass.
The woman continued to glare at Peter as she reached over Henry’s lap to push a switch, rolling up the tinted windows. Peter found himself staring at darkened glass as the limousine pulled away from the curb and lifted steadily off the street until it was hovering twenty feet above the heads of the crowd. The limo continued to travel in the right lane toward the front of the parade at a leisurely fifteen miles per hour. Peter and Billy watched it go in mute shock.
“Hey, man, how weird was that?” Billy asked. “I feel like our friend, Henry, just stepped into one of those really good beer commercials! Those women were gorgeous! Why couldn’t they make room for one more person?”
Peter glanced, uneasily, at his friend.
“I have a bad feeling about this, Billy. What’s a limo like that doing at a protest rally?”
“I don’t know. Maybe they happened to be in the neighborhood when the parade started going by. They stopped to check out the spectacle. Now, they’re probably heading toward the Club District to do some partying,” Billy suggested, innocently.
Peter thought his face looked more boyish than ever in the luminescent glow of the nearby streetlights.
Peter ruminated for a moment as he watched the limousine pull farther away over the heads of the
“Now this parade is getting interesting,” Henry said, stepping from the sidewalk onto the street and standing directly beneath the flight trajectory of the limo to get a better view.
Henry was stunned when the limo came to an abrupt stop directly above him. He stepped out from under it and stared up at its tinted windows. Surprisingly, the back passenger window rolled down, revealing the smiling face of a beautiful African-American woman. Her ears and neck glittered with gold jewelry.
“I must be dreaming,” Henry said, gazing up at her like an infatuated schoolboy.
“Hey, we have room for one more!” the woman shouted down at Henry without losing her perpetual smile.
Peter thought she looked like an actress on a television commercial with her sculpted black hair and attractive face overdone with make-up. The woman opened the door as the vehicle lowered to the ground. When the limo reached ground level, she stepped out, revealing a stunning figure in a tight black evening dress. She continued to smile her dazzling commercial grin.
Billy stood on the sidewalk with his eyes wide and mouth gaped open. Peter thought he looked like a trout that had just been hooked. Peter watched Henry scan the woman’s figure and peer into the interior of the limo where the silhouettes of two other women were sitting in the back. It looked like they were passing around a bottle of champagne and pouring it into sparkling crystal glasses.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?” the tall black woman asked, as she grabbed Henry by the arm and dragged him toward the open door.
Peter felt a sudden surge of apprehension and ran to his friend’s side. He grabbed Henry’s free arm and whispered into his ear.
“Hey, Henry, they’re either prostitutes or drug dealers! I don’t think you should go!”
“What? Are you crazy? A man waits a lifetime to party with a bunch of models in a limousine!” Henry replied, gesturing toward the women in the limo’s interior. “This is my lucky night! I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Pete!” Henry forcefully pulled his arm out of Peter’s grasp. “And besides, you know what a cautious guy I am,” he added, patting his automatic pistol in the hidden shoulder-holster beneath his jacket.
Henry glanced back at Peter and Billy, flashing them a wide grin as he entered the back of the limo with the woman. Glaring at Peter, the woman’s commercial smile transformed into a menacing frown. Henry was oblivious to her change in mood as the women passed him the champagne bottle with an accompanying glass.
The woman continued to glare at Peter as she reached over Henry’s lap to push a switch, rolling up the tinted windows. Peter found himself staring at darkened glass as the limousine pulled away from the curb and lifted steadily off the street until it was hovering twenty feet above the heads of the crowd. The limo continued to travel in the right lane toward the front of the parade at a leisurely fifteen miles per hour. Peter and Billy watched it go in mute shock.
“Hey, man, how weird was that?” Billy asked. “I feel like our friend, Henry, just stepped into one of those really good beer commercials! Those women were gorgeous! Why couldn’t they make room for one more person?”
Peter glanced, uneasily, at his friend.
“I have a bad feeling about this, Billy. What’s a limo like that doing at a protest rally?”
“I don’t know. Maybe they happened to be in the neighborhood when the parade started going by. They stopped to check out the spectacle. Now, they’re probably heading toward the Club District to do some partying,” Billy suggested, innocently.
Peter thought his face looked more boyish than ever in the luminescent glow of the nearby streetlights.
Peter ruminated for a moment as he watched the limousine pull farther away over the heads of the
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