Dubai Porta Potty Stories の小説・ストーリー

I should have called her first thing when I got back instead of waiting this long. "Crappy. I assume you've heard all about it," I said, settling into the couch. "Yeah, but I'd rather hear it from you. I just had a meeting cancel on me, so I've got some spare time." I could just see her in my head, spinning around in an office chair and smiling at the phone. I started by telling her about Dubai, the skyscrapers and the hotel, then the dinner at the sheik's house. I told her how uncomfortable the sheik's son made me, how he leered and made my skin crawl.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to call out "CeCe" But I didn't even spare him a glance. I just walked right past him and into the elevator. As the doors slowly closed, Todd collapsed to the floor in despair. The cardboard box fell out of his hands, and all the contents scattered across the floor, just like his completely shattered life. … In the luxurious CEO's office on the top floor, sunlight poured in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The beautiful, panoramic skyline of the city was in full view. I sat at my desk, flipping through the Gilla Group project contract in my hands.

Why is he so annoying? "Fine I'll take the test', I say taking the stick from his hand. I feel sick just touching it. And the idea of peeing in a stick has me really uncomfortable and I wonder how people enjoy this shit. Why not a cup where people can shit in? I'd put a baby's poo there and it would be negative. But no. These days, people have coconuts for brains. Sia included. I want to flush the stick down the toilet, but Sia would only get me another. I drop it on the floor and wash my hands, before coming out to meet him.

"Is there a bathroom? I want to freshen up before we land." Ali Ahmed directed her to the bathroom and then asked the flight attendant to get them something small to eat. By the time they landed, everyone had eaten and taken a turn in the bathroom. When the plane touched down, Omer started a wiggly dance of joy. "I saw some deserts out the window," he told Kyra. "And some big giant buildings!" "Most of Al Jumeirah is desert," Ali Ahmed agreed, standing and joining them by the door as the ground crew and flight crew worked together to lower the staircase. "But Dubai City, where we are, is very modern and beautiful."

“Elena, I’m not the enemy here. The dean wants numbers. If we don’t reduce expenses, we lose another adjunct position next semester. Just… look for creative solutions, okay?” “Creative solutions,” I muttered under my breath as I pushed open the nearest door. “Sure. I’ll just teach fifty students with no TA and—” The smell hit me first, i was at the urinals, rasing my head, it came to my view. The men’s restroom. I froze mid-step, my phone still pressed to my ear. Ethan Hale stood at the far end of the urinal, his back partially turned, his neat button-up shirt tucked into khakis like always. He startled at the sound of my heels and turned just a little too fast.

But I didn't care. "When was the last time I had fun in a water park?" I smiled as we got down from the car. "I came here the last time I was in Dubai." He handed the shopping bag to me. In it was all the things I needed to have fun in a water park, especially a small bikini. "Let me guess, you picked this yourself?" He smirked, "How did you know?" I sighed, "Just a guess. It's not like you are a pervert or anything."

"Never have I ever peed in a pool." Only Jamie took a shot and we all turned to look at her again. "What? I needed to pee and the toilet was all the way on the other side of the water park. Who puts the toilet on the end of a fucking water park? That's just stupid planning and construction." She gave her excuse. "Never have I ever tried hard drugs." Harvey, Ramirez, Alexa, Jamie and I took the shots. "Never have I ever fallen asleep in public." Everyone took shots.

I came there depressed and never knew I bumped into a man. I came to see the city of Dubai and enjoy the fresh air and I must confess that the place is beautiful. People from different nations were coming in and doing their shopping in a mighty shopping mall. I went round not to shop but to see lovely sights. I kept on going, nowhere in particular and I almost got lost when suddenly a man whispered in my ear and said, “And where do you think you are going, strange woman?” I turned to see the same man. I felt he must have known that I had missed my way in the bid of going round and round sightseeing. Breath-taking sights. It could have been fun if only… I had to follow him back to my hotel an

Good riddance to bad rubbish. I opened her highlights. She had been in Atlanta, dancing and twerking in a club with some good-looking girls. They twerked like gravity didn’t apply to their hips. Santorini, white walls, loud laughter, pretending peace came easy. Dubai, riding a desert speed car with an unknown man. They were wrapped in red-and-white checkered fabrics like they belonged to the heat and money of it all. Seychelles, alone, barefoot, sinking into clean sand.

And far in the distance stood the massive port of Jebel Ali. Tan pressed his face against the airplane window. “Every time I come here, the buildings look taller.” Lucas laughed. “They probably are.” Avelyn studied the city skyline thoughtfully. “Dubai grew very quickly.” Elena nodded. “Yes.” Cassian looked out at the endless desert beyond the city. “This is the perfect place for a global trade hub.” Elena agreed. “Which is exactly why we must secure it.” The Port of Jebel Ali The port of Jebel Ali was enormous.