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Subject: {ASSM} The Mediterranean Deal - 009
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http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

Stephanie ran down the hill and, as she approached the marina, she
started to sob gently, to get herself into the part. She ran through
the script in her head, making sure she knew it to the letter. When
she arrived at the boat, it appeared deserted. She stumbled along the
dock, panting and sobbing, and calling faintly for Melissa. At the
stern she paused, and then clambered inelegantly aboard.

"Melissa?" she called. "Melissa?"

There was no answer. A sliding glass door let into the interior of the
boat, and inside she could see a dining table, large enough to
accommodate a dozen guests. She knocked, knowing it was a foolish
thing to do. She was playing the part of a foolish person, now.

"Melissa?"

When no response came, she pulled the door open a little and peered
in. She thought she heard a distant door slam, and running footsteps,
so she waited to see what would happen. Timidly, she closed the door.

The sun was overhead and she was sweating. She caught her reflection
in the glass door and noticed that her lip was split. She didn't even
remember when that happened but it added to the authenticity.

Then a woman threw the door open and stepped out. "Can we help you?"
she asked, carefully studying the unannounced guest. The woman was
about the same age as Stephanie, somewhere between 25 and 30 summers.
She wore a very skimpy bikini.

"Oh, yes, sorry," Stephanie mumbled. "I was looking for Melissa."

"For me?" Melissa emerged on deck. Clearly she did not recognize the
intruder.

"We said hello this morning," Stephanie explained, wiping her forehead
with the back of her hand. "I was going for a walk. You were washing
the deck. Stephanie? Remember?"

"Oh, yes. Of course." Melissa frowned. "Are you OK?"

"Not really," Stephanie admitted, and she began to sob.

http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

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