Playing Truant {Part Two}

{Notice: Read part one first if you haven't already done so}

9:30 am

After wandering aimlessly around for a half hour waiting for the shops to open Prue, Lydia, Jane and Sebastian ventured off to a store Prue liked to call “Buts 'n Tits” The store was infact Bras 'n Things, a ladies underwear store that specialized in naughty lingerie and the occasional sex toy. This store was oddly popular with both girls and guys.

“Bloody hell!” Jane exclaimed, examining a black and white bra. “I can’t remember what size I am!” she dived back into the rack of bras and rummaged through them. She picked another one, a blue one. “Am I a 10b?” she asked herself holding the bra up to her breasts. “Nah, to small. Next!” she threw that one back and went searching for more.

At the other end of the brightly lit and sweet smelling store Prue, Lydia and Sebastian were examining the nurse’s outfit. The nurse’s outfit was a white, silken bra, tiny skirt ensemble with a blazing red cross on the stomach and had white lace around the edges.

“Hmmm! I rather like it,” Prue said. “What do you think, Seb?”

He looked at her with wide eyes. The thought of her waring such a garment was mind boggling and sent rather interesting thoughts through his mind. “Oh…er…Its great, Prue,” he said at last, his face flush from embarrassment. “Suites you. Does it come with a hat too?”

She looked around the racks excitedly but couldn’t find one, so she yelled out to the girl behind the desk. “Hey! Does this thing come with a nurses hat?”

The girl looked up from the latest issue of Victoria Secret and at the item Lydia was holding for Prue. “No, but it does come with a stethoscope and a thermometer,” she yelled back.

“Oh! A thermometer. Interesting! I wonder what I could do with a thermometer!” Prue giggled.

“What about the black leather one here?” this was Sebastian asking this time.

The girl was rather enjoying this. Usually the only people she served at this time of day were husbands and women wanting to recapture their youth in the bedroom. She also couldn’t help giggling at the shocked faces of the old couple looking at nighties. “Whips and Chains!” she yelled over to them.

“Oh! Whips and Chains! I like the sound of that,” Prue said excitedly, holding both outfits against her figure and striking rather promiscuous poses.

A yelp of excitement came from a rack at the other end of the store. “I finally found one!” Jane yelled climbing out of the rack. “13d. Shit! I never thought they were that big” she looked at her bra and then down at her breasts happily as if to say, “well done”

The old couple looked as if they were about to have a heart attack. Once the couple paid for a nightie they left with a strangled look upon their tired and worn faces.

“Jeez! I wonder what their problem is,” Lydia said laughingly.

10:45 am



After their expedition to “Buts ‘n Tits” Prue, Lydia, Jane and Sebastian wandered along the road to David Jones, Australia’s version of Bloomingdale’s. Each floor belonged to several different departments ranging from stationary and confectionary on the Lower Ground level of the store to electronics, gaming and home wares on Level Four. The cosmetics, ladies, children’s and men’s clothing departments were strewn across the remaining four floors along with shoes, accessories and naughty lingerie. The girls resigned themselves to the ladies department to ferret through the clothing racks while Sebastian had left the girls and gone off on his own to search out a new mobile phone.

They gathered some clothing items and headed over to the fitting rooms where they each took a separate stall all in a row.

“Im confused!” Lydia said exasperated, trying to get a size 10 dress up what she considered her slim figure. “I have this dress im my size but it won’t fit!” she examined herself in the mirror, the dress flapping open half way up the back where the zip had stopped.

“Whataya mean it’s your size but won’t fit?” Jane asked from the stall to the left of her own.

“I mean that it doesn’t fit! What else does it mean?” then she blanched, fearing the worst. “Prue, Jane! I think I’ve put on weight”

“Well, ya. The way you were hoeing into that burger this morning I’m not surprised,” Jane said, stating the uncomfortable truth. She did that a lot.

“Oi! Shut up you!” Prue said before saying to Lydia. “You haven’t put on weight, it’s just that the dress is on the wrong hanger, that’s all”

“I hope so,” she answered, not daring to look at the size tag on the back of the dress.

The three girls wondered the clothing racks for another half-hour before their bodies started screaming for something caffeinated. They made their way up to level four and searched out Sebastian who was just purchasing a new mobile phone.

“Shit, Seb!” Prue said when she saw him hand over $300 to the cashier. “Where did you get all that from?”

“Work,” he said simply, with a grin. “Where do you think I get the money to pay for smokes?”

“I thought you nick them from your dads packet?” Lydia asked of him.

Sebastian thanked the cashier before answering. “I did, until Dad found out I smoked”

“I still can’t see how you can buy smokes, you’re under eighteen,” Jane said matter-of-factly.

“I have a guy who gets them for me”

Jane snorted. “A guy? Oooh so mysterious”

“Ok, fine. If you must know the mystery guy is your ex-boyfriend,” he said cheekily.

Jane gazed off into the distance, distracted suddenly. Her ex and her didn’t get on at all and hadn’t done since they had broken up, they were still angry at each other. It was something that could go on forever if it wanted to and at the moment it looked as if it did. “How nice,” she said simply.

Sometime between 11 am and Noon

The Mahogany Room Café was a small little place tucked away in the lobby of an office tower in the financial district. It was a tradition for the four friends to frequent this café whenever they were downtown, even if it was just to pick up a take-away coffee. They loved the place because the room was warm and inviting. Mahogany walls with mother of pearl inlay, red velvet seat cushions, hardwood floors, stained glass windows and cut glass crystal lights completed the décor.

The four friends sat at a table next to the front window and did what most people did in cafés. “I wonder what we would be doing now if we where at school?” Jane wondered.

“Crap all,” Prue said.

“Mucking around in English,” that was Sebastian.

“Failing miserably,” Lydia joined in whilst reading the back of a sugar-substitute packet. She frowned and then got out her mobile phone.

“What are you doing, Lyd?” Sebastian asked quizzically?

She answered his question using the phone. “Yes, I’d like to know more about this product”

The conversation with the information person ended up in an arguement because Lydia claimed that the stuff in the substitute caused brain tumours. The woman on the other end ended up calling her a moron and hung up on her. “All I did was tell her a true fact!” she said. “The company obviously likes to keep it hidden”

“Yes, because they find it humorous to see their customer’s with big lumps sticking out of their heads,” Prue said sarcastically.  

“Well, what else is there to do in a fake sugar factory?” Jane asked. “It must get very boring, maybe this is how they have fun,”

The rest of their time in the coffee shop was spent discussing what bored people in factories do to make their jobs interesting. Lydia vowed never to touch sugar substitute again while Prue decided that she no longer liked tomato sauce.

“Come on, guys. What makes it so red?” she had asked.

“Defiantly not fingers,” Sebastian said.

“How about because they use tomatoes?” Jane suggested.

“And red food dye,” That was Lydia.

In the end Prue was persuaded to like tomato sauce again but only because they had told her that if they used fingers the machines would all get jammed up with bones to the point that tomato sauce would no longer be available because the machines would always be broken. And also because it was time for lunch.