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11 - Retail Therapy

It was the heat that finally drove Analise from the bed. If she didn't change out of her business suit, she was going to melt. She opened Mel's travel case

hoping to find something suitable - and clean.


The contents of Mel's case were neatly laid out on the bed - it was minimal. Analise made a list of what she needed to buy.

1) Underwear. It wasn't that it was dirty, or that it was 'unsuitable', or that she didn't want to wear her sister's - there just wasn't any!

2) T-shirt to sleep in. There was a gossamer thin, sapphire blue, baby-doll, but, when Analise held it up to her nose, it had a definite masculine musk, underlying the perfume of washing powder. Analise wondered just how close you had to be to someone, and for how long, for their scent to permeate that deeply.

3) Bikinis. A postage stamp of material and three shoe-laces was definitely in the category of "not suitable", and the top half was missing.

4) Sun-cream. Analise would need more than factor 8

5) Suitable shoes. There was a pair of beach shoes, a pair of kitten heels and a pair of 5-inch stilettos, so she could get by, but she wanted to see some sights, not kill herself!

6) Sun-glasses and sun-hat.

She called reception, and was relieved when a woman answered.

Yes, she could suggest somewhere to purchase what Analise needed. Yes, she could call a taxi to take her there. Analise changed into a halter top and shorts, picked up Mel's purse and walked to reception. She wondered just how often the receptionist was asked for somewhere to buy knickers - she hadn't been fazed by Analise's whispered enquiry.

As she walked through the foyer, the concierge glared at her, the receptionist just smirked.

The taxi was waiting (slowly, make them wait, stop and check your purse, doesn't matter what for, just let them know they're less important than the contents, and don't forget, slowly), the door-man performed his task admirably (he'd obviously been trained by her mother as well) opening the main doors, then zipping behind her to open the taxi door before she'd taken the few steps to the kerb. (Sit first, lady like, knees together, swing your legs in, don't flash your knickers.) The door-man closed the taxi door, and gave the driver directions - which was just as well, as Analise had forgotten to ask the receptionist where she was going!