Elle wasn't quite sure how she'd even got talking into this stupid trip.
She'd wanted to go to Europe- London, Paris, Milan, Rome... somewhere with shops at any rate.
Instead Ashley had persuded her to come on her trip to Egypt. Tombs. Dust. Desert.
And a dress code that meant you had to keep almost everything covered, so you couldn't
even get an all-over tan!
And to add insult to bloody injury, Ashley had copped off with some bronze god from
Scandinavia on the first night and she hadn't even seen her since. So she was stuck with
the bloody museums. Again. She yawned at the brochure, watched the rest of her tour
group wander off. She just couldn't be arsed to walk any further. She kicked one of
the stone frescos with an elegant high heel. It was all rubbish, anyway. And no shops.
The keeper of antiquities takes a fairly dim view of foreigners kicking the frescos
in his museum. What's more, he and the guards have perfected a little strategy for dealing
with these troublesome spoilt Americans...
Elle couldn't believe that she was in trouble for just kicking some stupid stone carvings.
What sort of tinpot country was this where they tied up girls just because
they'd rested a high heel against the stupid carvings. Didn't they know she was
an American? She was RICH, goddam it! And why had they stolen her shoes? And what
did "bastinado" mean anyway?
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