Fifteen
Clarity woke up around eight o´clock and noticed the other double bed was empty. Shazaiah was already up and having breakfast. After a few nerve wracking hours, Clarity finally turned on the television screen in Shazaiah´s room around five in the afternoon. By eight, the polls had closed and the vote finished. It wasn´t even close, a majority of voters, close to eighty nine percent, were in favour of allowing naturism in public and at work for adults. Clarity screamed with joy after she heard the anchor woman confirm the results and she decided to call the girls and Ms. Marquez.
“Packwood and the police cars have left Stevenson, the company is safe, the State of California has dropped its litigation, we won!” said Ms. Marquez, triumphantly.
Shazaiah invited the girls and Ms. Marquez to the hotel and they had a nice dinner, explaining their investigation in detail to the attractive woman, who was listening intently to every word said.
“Well, that was excellent work from all of you,” said Shazaiah, “I conducted a similar investigation at the Courthouse but was denied access to the documents on file.”
“We haven´t practiced much our new choreography, though,” said Lanai.
“She´s talking about our new Sun on the Rocks choreography, we plan on training to become one of the best synchronized swimming teams in the world in order to perform at the Bellagio in Vegas.”
“Would you be interested in becoming hostesses for a tour operating travel agency, I´m embarking with them on a cruise liner for adults headed for Acapulco,” said Shazaiah, “the job pays moderately, and room and board is free. I´m sure the tourists will appreciate your pool choreography.”
“Mexico,” whispered Clarity.
The girls enthusiastically accepted Shazaiah´s offer. Clarity opened a brochure that the attractive yoga instructor presented to them. The City of Wellington was a floating Spa ocean liner catering to extremely rich singles and couples, featuring some of the best chefs, masseuses, aerobic instructors and motivational coaches in the world. Its phenomenal bar shelf counted one hundred and seventy two bottles of various wines, champagne, spirits, beer and fruit smoothies, with over three hundred cocktails all prepared by the head barman, the mysterious Mr. LT.
“When do we leave?” asked Clarity.
“Tomorrow, nine AM,” said Shazaiah.
“We´ll be there,” said Cynthia.
“Sun on the Rocks will be there, you mean” said Taimi.
“I wonder if they have a good library,” said Lanai.
“I can´t wait to see the pool,” said Clarity, “I think we can improve our choreography there by an order of magnitude.”
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