top with a scarf wrapped around her hips. The scarf took the emphasis away from her breasts and seemed to balance her out. Her pretty sandals with a wedge heel would add height to her five foot four frame. Finally she brushed out her blonde hair and tied it back with a curled hairpiece. She almost looked pretty once her make up was applied.
Would I be pretty enough to do what I need to do? She wondered.
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Doug made it back to his chalet without being caught by a cop. He hadn’t realized just how much he had drunk until he started driving down the country gravel roads. Twice he had skidded and almost slipped over the edge. “Shit!” he cursed as he wondered if the chilly bin was still in tact and hoping the fish had not spilled into the back of his truck. He would never get the smell out if the mess had soaked into his cardboard boxes. He finally arrived at The Three Suites and made it up the driveway. As he staggered out of the truck he looked around to make sure that blondie was not around. Not good for her to see him in this condition. He needed to sober up a bit before he invited her to dinner. Maybe she would cook the fish for them. “Women” he cursed “all they are really good for is humping and cooking.” He felt in his pants pocket for the key and opened the door. Once inside he kicked off his boots and collapsed facedown on the bed and fell fast asleep.
He heard a soft knocking on the glass door. He felt like shit.
“Who is it?” he shouted back.
“It’s me, Audrey”.
“Bugger! “He muttered. “Just a minute” he shouted back. He looked at the clock and saw he had been asleep for over an hour. He walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face and over his balding head. He patted down the sides and wiped his face and headed for the door. “What is it?” he asked as he opened it.
“I just wondered if you needed anything,” she said.
He noticed that she was all dolled up. “Going somewhere?” he asked.
“I thought I might pop down for the roast dinner at the club,” she said. “Tonight is roast dinner night and you won’t find a better meal anywhere else around.”
Doug thought about the fish in the back of the truck and the last thing he felt like doing was cooking it. “I just have to pop my catch in the freezer” he explained “and take a shower. I’ll meet you down there. What time does it close?”
“Eight o’clock,” she said. “Or earlier. Depends on the crowd. Sometimes they run out of food by seven o’clock and have to close the restaurant. Best to get there as soon as you can.” And with that she spun on her heels and headed off in the direction of her parked car.
Doug watched her drive away down the long gravel driveway then walked back into the bathroom and ran the shower. So far: so good. It looked as though things were going nicely to plan. A nice meal, a few drinks and, to top it off, a big buxom blonde all to myself. He even whistled in the shower. This holiday was a good idea, he thought as he pulled on his jeans, grabbed a clean shirt, and donned his best boots. He was becoming a regular down at the waterfront and looked forward to a nice roast lamb dinner. They may even serve roast pork, his favorite.
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They were all there, the locals. Pearl was dressed in her favorite outfit resembling a bright blue and yellow butterfly with huge matching beads and earrings. She was a tall, slender, woman who liked to look her best. Everyone knew Pearl. She had lived in Whangaroa for many