Lost Luggage and a Native American Beauty in the Alaskan Wilderness This is the first story I've ever made. So give me any comments you fell you should post. I didn't know what to write about so I just wrote something that popped in my head so here it goes. I was standing in front of baggage clam to get my luggage. I was tired and my ass Hirt from sitting so damn long on the airplane. 13 hour flight isn't fun at all. And to make everything worse it was about 5 snow flakes away from being a full blown blizzard. I thought Fairbanks Alaska would be a nice cool place in the fall. Boy was I wrong. All the sudden the conveyer belt stops as well as my heart. No bag. "Son of a bitch!" I said under my breath. I looked around hopefully that I was at the wrong number. I went back to the board and double checked. "Nashville, number 5". I look at the big number 5 above the very spot I was just standing at. "Son of a bitch!" I repeated only at a normal tone of voice. I finally strode over to the lost luggage like I had something shoved up my ass. Walking up to the desk I didn't see any life, at all. But it was 1:30 in the morning so I could understand that with a small population. I walked up to the desk to find it abandoned. The only thing at the desk was a pad and pencil and a bell that you ding when your food is ready. "Ring for assistance" I read out loud. Giving the bell one sharp ding I waited for a few moments. "I'll be right with you" I heard from the back. Finally she came out of the back and I had to remind myself to shut my mouth. The first thing I noticed about her was that she was of Native American decent. She had light, copper like, skin. Long black hair to accent her big brown eyes. And had the body of a model. Long legs. Nice, perky, breasts. And a warming smile that made me forget about the snow storm outside. " Hi. …the next moment changed everything
