Slick was a world traveler. Today he was flying to Jamaica on matters of both business and pleasure. He was the playboy type, which he approach with the utmost style and fashion, in his dress and the wearing of his expensive jewelry. He flaunted as much as he could, his expensive gold Rolex watch and the collection of the gold chains around his neck. At the heart of this playboy image he portrayed was his drug dealer image, which he displayed publicly through his loud-mouthed, outspoken demeanor. The expensive, flashy clothes he wore gave him away at times. He was dressed in a silk, heavily flowered, long sleeved, buttoned at the neck Androsian print shirt he purchased in down town Nassau a few days before. This shirt was accompanied with the glittering gold collection of chains he wore around his neck, the most outstanding of which was the big bright sparkle of the emerald and gold pendant. His jeans had to be Tommy Hilfiger with the loops filled with an expensive alligator leather belt he acquired during his last trip to Mardi-Gra in Louisiana. The colorful material caught the attention of more than one passerby who saw him. Slick was a tall man of twenty-nine years old. He had a great youthful, Brown, slim physique. He enjoyed wearing flashy, new sports wear, which were worn by the sports elite in the cycling and racecar-driving world. Slick enjoyed flaunting his outrageous personality and his money whenever he could.
"Miss, er Betty," Slick asked His fingers touching her nametag.
"Can I have another glass of wine, beautiful?" He sighs.
"Certainly Sir," Betty removes the thin tall glass and she promptly returns from the front of the 747 jet aeroplane with a new glass of wine for Slick. She was a beautiful and attractive girl in her light blue stewardess uniform. She had a wide wonderful smile, the kind of inviting smile which kept the confidence of the people she was serving in line with peace and plenty.
As she hands Slick the glass of wine, he smiles and asks," Are you from Jamaica?"
"Yes, I am, I’m from Kingston," she says, surprised at the question.
"Ah yes," Says Slick," I’ve been to Kingston. I have friends there. They own a large restaurant downtown, do you know where the Ital Palace is?"
"Sorry, No" She turns to continue her work.
Slick strokes her arm, "Tell me gorgeous, are you getting off the plane when it lands?" and he tips open the pouch he has strapped around his waist so she could see the rolls of money contained within. He did this so that she was sure to catch a glimpse of the contents.
"Wow," the beautiful, smooth, light Brown skinned lady whispered," Yes." She went on,
I can show you a few places if you’d like."
"That sounds great Betty," says Slick his boyish smile broadening as he sipped his wine and looked into the face of the beautiful woman.
"How well do you know Ocho Rios?" Slick asked as he traced his fingers along the arm of the smiling stewardess.
"Oh well, I have many friends who live dere," she answered with greater interest.
"Ok great, we’ll go there tomorrow," and with more bravado he asked, "How much time before we land?"