This story began as a one-off on another thread, but seems to be taking on a longer life of its own, so I have moved it here so as to have its own thread. If the mods find that a problem, let me know.
TURKISH DELIGHTS
We went to Turkey for a quick little holiday. Excited and giggling, we filed off the plane, collected our bags and headed for passport control and customs.
"Passport please", said the swarthy mustached border control officer. I presented mine, watching my companion out of the corner of my eye as she presented hers at the adjoining booth.
"Barbara Moore," he intoned, "is this your first visit to Turkey?"
"Yes, it is." I replied.
"Step over to the table, please, and open your bag," he commanded. I did as I was told, noticing my companion was doing the same nearby. He rummaged through my clothing, throwing everything on the floor and when he got to the bottom of my bag, he grunted in triumph, holding up a small clear bag with white powder inside.
"Wait, that's not mine!" I stammer, "This is a mistake. You just planted that didn't you?"
"Shut up and come with me", he ordered, taking me by the arm with an iron grip. Minutes later, we were both herded down some stairs and shoved into a cell.
"Strip!" he yelled at us. "Do it now, or I will have my men do it for you" Glancing at each other, we slowly removed our clothes, hesitating when we were down to our bras and panties.
"All of it," he growled. We looked at each other, and then after undoing our bras and sliding out of our panties, faced him, one hand over our womanhood, and an arm covering our breasts.
"You!" he said, pointing at me. "Barbara Moore! You're first, follow me down the hall for questioning."
I stepped out of the cell, turned and said to my sobbing friend, "Don't worry, this is all a mistake. I will have them call the American embassy and we will be freed."
Then I was propelled down the hall, an iron grip once again on my arm. I heard the cell door clank shut behind me as I turned the corner.....
TURKISH DELIGHTS
We went to Turkey for a quick little holiday. Excited and giggling, we filed off the plane, collected our bags and headed for passport control and customs.
"Passport please", said the swarthy mustached border control officer. I presented mine, watching my companion out of the corner of my eye as she presented hers at the adjoining booth.
"Barbara Moore," he intoned, "is this your first visit to Turkey?"
"Yes, it is." I replied.
"Step over to the table, please, and open your bag," he commanded. I did as I was told, noticing my companion was doing the same nearby. He rummaged through my clothing, throwing everything on the floor and when he got to the bottom of my bag, he grunted in triumph, holding up a small clear bag with white powder inside.
"Wait, that's not mine!" I stammer, "This is a mistake. You just planted that didn't you?"
"Shut up and come with me", he ordered, taking me by the arm with an iron grip. Minutes later, we were both herded down some stairs and shoved into a cell.
"Strip!" he yelled at us. "Do it now, or I will have my men do it for you" Glancing at each other, we slowly removed our clothes, hesitating when we were down to our bras and panties.
"All of it," he growled. We looked at each other, and then after undoing our bras and sliding out of our panties, faced him, one hand over our womanhood, and an arm covering our breasts.
"You!" he said, pointing at me. "Barbara Moore! You're first, follow me down the hall for questioning."
I stepped out of the cell, turned and said to my sobbing friend, "Don't worry, this is all a mistake. I will have them call the American embassy and we will be freed."
Then I was propelled down the hall, an iron grip once again on my arm. I heard the cell door clank shut behind me as I turned the corner.....