Wild times in Oman II
Standing there, waiting in the immigration and customs line, of the airport in Muscat. It was my first trip overseas, which my parents had given me as a present, for graduating year 12. Flying via Oman to Istanbul, I was so excited about my trip, too bad I had to have a one night stop over here. I suppose it is a nice place, but I didn’t go on my trip to see Oman, I think to myself. During my daydreaming, I noticed a customs officer, staring at me, looking me up and down. I blush instantly and...