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Amigos w/ Common Interests
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Category: Sub Category: Short Stories |
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[cross-post from fotolog, sorry to those on both]
Unacceptable? Unacceptable? She’d show him unacceptable. She stormed out of the building to the parking lot, her high heels clanking as she stomped to the car. How dare he! She tugged her skirt down over her stockinged thighs then realised what she was doing and cursed him again. Unacceptable! As if! She walked up to her black BMW and kicked the tire. The nerve of him. Grabbing the keys out of her handbag, a gasp escaped her as she broke a bright red nail. His fault. She sucked on her finger for a moment when an idea struck her.
She limped around to the trunk of the car and clicked it open, rummaging around until she found the plastic bag her brother had dumped in there after changing her oil at the weekend. Perfect, a large button-up shirt and a pair of denim overalls. She picked at an ugly stain on the shirt with the broken nail before shrugging and pulling the shirt over her shoulders.
She'd show him.
A quick glance around to make sure no one was looking, then she ripped off her white halter top under the shirt. Dumping it onto the ground, she swiftly buttoned up her brother's shirt up to the collar. She kicked off the stilettos and pulled on his overalls under the shirt, over her skirt. They were miles too wide. Another look through the bag: no belt. She cursed quietly and pushed it aside, looking for anything viable in the boot. Ah, a pink Armani scarf, one of her favourites. That would do. She pulled it around her waiste and tied it tight. She looked at her reflection in the rear window and shook her head. A sight. Unacceptable, huh? How's this?
She looked down at her feet and considered a moment before bending down and picking up her stilettos with a resigned shrug. She snapped off the heels and slipped them back on.
She glared at her reflection once more before storming past the man at the desk and straight into his office.
"Now will you teach me to fly?"
He looked her up and down and simply said, "Catch." She grabbed the keys he tossed at her and then rushed to follow him as he walked out to the Cessna without another word.
John sat behind the desk, watching them walk around the plane: David explaining the safety checks, the new girl in the odd clothes clenching the keys and hanging on every word.
Unbelievable, chuckled John. David always manages to get their full attention from the word go. He shook his head and went back to work.
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