I plugged the phone in and pressed the power button on top of the phone, … For a second nothing happened. … Then the logo appeared, and I quickly got the attention of one of the searchers. They saw the logo and then the battery charge graphic. Another officer came over and also confirmed that the phone was getting power. I got Chantelle’s attention with a smile and a thumbs up and came back over to her with the phone. She was happy again. We took a plastic bag and placed the phone in it and made sure Chantelle didn’t turn it back on till we were in the US to give it a good half day or so to have all the water leave it. [Worst case scenario, they have a lot of weddings in Las Vegas. It must be easy to find rice there.]
After a crazy few minutes, we made it to the plane with a now beaming Chantelle, figuring we now had all our troubles out of the way. We’d been told by Lucky to Whatsapp him when we got seated, so I got Chantelle to pose for a pic and sent him her smiling, thumbs up pic. [ … ? … First of all, color me cynical, but I was really not interested in assurances involving anything less than at least thousands of feet between this porn star I had never met and a quick decision to just change her mind and bag the whole plan. … Secondly, does anyone know of a different meaning of “thumbs” in England? That look like a “thumbs up” pic to anyone?]
Seconds later the plane stopped taxing and the pilot said we had to go back to the gate since there was a problem that they couldn’t solve on the flight deck. We needed to go back so engineers could come back on and have a look at it. I remained calm [somehow failing to mention that they had now apparently lied to us with that first photo], and once the problem had been sorted out and some more fuel put back into the tanks, we were finally ready to take off. Chantelle was already head deep in the in flight entertainment system.
Thankfully, the rest of the flight went without a hitch. Chantelle watched a few movies, challenged me to a quiz game, and then fell asleep on my shoulder — but thankfully without drooling on me. [For the record, now having met this wonderful woman, I can state categorically that she may feel free to drool on me any time she so desires.]
Half a day later, we landed at the Las Vegas airport, got through customs and got our bags. Chantelle then “had” to have a cigarette. (She kept using the English slag for those [fag], and she had to keep correcting herself for most of the trip.) After that, we got in a cab and headed towards the Riv. I messaged Lucky and heard that the crew from Risque and some of the members were already waiting on our arrival. [Hey, they probably didn’t believe in her existence either.]
Shortly into the cab ride, Chantelle said she had to see if her phone was working. She had a portable power pack and had plugged it in and hit the power button. She was talking to me when I looked down at the phone and saw its home screen pop up. I told her to look at her phone. She looked down, and all I saw coming towards me was a big smiling face screaming in excitement and arms that grabbed around my neck. I got pulled close and then got several kisses on my face. I was still in my seatbelt, and my neck probably grew a few extra inches from Chantelle pulling my head closer to her, but at least she had a working phone again, and she was happy. [Sure, NOW he tells us. All you have to do to get Chantelle to kiss you is turn her phone on? That would have been useful information to have sooner than this.]
We arrived at the hotel to be greeted by Lucky, D.Minion, Shayla and some of the Risque Commune members. Soon we had dropped our bags off at our rooms and headed to the Wicked Vicky pub that was inside the hotel. Within a few minutes, Chantelle was already fitting into the group as if she’d being going with the gang for years. She had ordered some Nachos, but thinking that “appetizers” would be small, she was surprised to find a big plate of them placed in front of her. [Welcome to America: Land of the Fat and Happy.]