Downfall/Go get the towels
From Create Your Own Story
You wait until Kirsten gives you the signal. It seems like an eternity, although hardly more then two or three minutes could have passed. The trolley is about fifty feet away. You close in on the trolley. It is a regular cart like the ones you see in the movies. Containers for the used laundry are attached to the front and the back. The main buildup has doors on the side; inside the body are fresh towels, neatly folded and stapled. Kirsten's head peeps out behind the corner, watching your unsuccesful attempt to open the trolley. Is it locked? No, there is a small latch to prevent the doors from swinging open.
You reach for a towel when an idea strikes you. Bath robes. You room was not supplied with bath robes by default, but many hotels do sell them or provide them for extra charge. If provided, they have to be changed just like the towels. You go through the top compartment - nothing but towels. Same with the middle compartment.
"Tssst. Tssst." Kirsten hisses to remind you that the maid must be done cleaning any minute. She looks anything but worried; you'd describe the look on her face as 'anticipatory'. She would enjoy you having to talk yourself out of as much as you getting away with what she made you do; it has always been that way with your sister, and even though it is weird, you always liked her special attention. Somehow it is like you are a sports team with Kirsten the roaring crowd. Suddenly, you think you hear a noise. Your pulse quickens. You look up to see nothing. Just your nerves playing tricks with your mind. Yet you better hurry before the maid catches you going through the contents of the trolley.
You bend down and search the lower compartment. More towels, and... score. One of the staples consists of bath robes. You take two and close the trolley. You stroll back to the corner, forcing yourself not to look back when you hear a door open behind you.
"That was close." The grin on Kirsten's face seems to be broader then her mouth would physically allow, and for the first time you ask yourself if Kirsten gets the same thrill out of making you do crazy stuff like you out of doing them. She lays an arm around your neck until you are back in your room.
"Now, let's spread the towels on the sunbeds and have our victory drink," Kirsten says. "Gimme the towels, Debs."
"I don't have towels for us," you reply.
"What? Then what's that you have?"
"Something better." You unfold one of the bath robes and are rewarded with a delighted squeal.
"Bath robes. That's great! Change of plan, then. Showers first, and then we have drinks on the terrace while wearing our robes."
"It's way too warm for the robes." Your protest lacks emphasis. Of course you are going to do what Kirsten said.
Kirsten uses the shower first. You are next up. The cool water is refreshing. You slip into the robe and tie the sash loosely so that at least some air will reach the inside. You join Kirsten on the terrace. Next to the sunbed she occupies stands a small container with crushed ice, the little booze bottles from the plane stuck in the ice.
"Where did you get the ice?" you ask her. She just smiles. You lie down on the other sunbed. You were right - it is actually too warm to wear bath robes.
| Status | ||
| State of Clothing | Bathrobe; Panties |
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| Surroundings | Share room with Kirsten | |
