SECRETS AND STILETTOS
By Nic-the-twisted Mayer


"You sure no one followed us?"

"I'm sure."

"Positive?"

"Positive, okay! Devon had almost everyone else listening to her proposed layout for the town at New Pacifica."

"Knowing her, they'll be stuck there for quite some time."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Sorry, just nervous, you know."

"Yeah. It's been a while."

"Too long."

"Do you think she'll notice we're missing?"

"Nah, I told her we were going scouting."

"Good."

Pause. "I really like what you're doing with your hair."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I don't think mine would go that way, it's too short."

"You're right. You could always grow it out, you know. I am."

"Maybe. So...did you bring it?"

"Yeah. I took a big risk getting this back to camp. I'm just lucky no one noticed the extra case in with everything else we recovered from the pod."

"Anything good in it?"

"These-"

"Oh, I didn't even notice you wearing them. They suit you."

"Whatever."

"So what else was in there?"

"I dunno, I only poked through the top."

"I hope it's better than that stuff we found when we crashed."

"Poor Bess, she never found out what happened to that case, did she?"

"No." Laughter.

"So whose do you think this was? Devon's, Julia's..."

"Nah, I can't picture either of them with this. Hey, look!"

"What? Ooooh, nice, very nice..."

"Hmmm...not quite my size, though. You want to try it on? Red always suited you."

"Throw it over here."

Whistling. "It suits ya, man!"

"Now all I need are some new shoes..."

"I know. Stilettos don't last long on G889. Do you know how many times I've tripped and sprained my ankle? I'm probably driving Julia crazy."

"What did you tell her it was from?"

"Scouting trip." Laughter.

"Seems we get an awful lot of injuries on our scouting trips."

"If only they knew why..."

Pause. "Hey...did I ever tell you how much I appreciate it?"

"Appreciate what?"

"You comin' out here...this thing we do. I never thought I'd find someone who'd understand."

"Me neither." Pause. "What else is in that case?"

"I think I'm getting down to the good stuff now. Geeze - who's is this? I haven't seen anything *this* lacy in over a year."

"Look - is that a name?"

"Where?"

"Here - on this - L. Magus."

"Magus??? You have *got* to be kidding. Show me!"

"See, right here? This is her case."

"I would've never guessed...."

"A lot of people in this group are full of secrets."

"I guess so."

"Just gotta hope that our secret never gets out."

"If it did, we'd be dead men."

"Here, try these on." Scuffle.

"Thanks, man."

"Damn!"

"What now?"

"I got my fingernail caught in these stockings."

"Did you rip 'em?"

"Yeah." Sigh. "What a waste."

"Turn around and show me. The hole isn't too big. I could probably stitch them together or something..."

"Nail varnish."

"What?"

"Something I once heard an old girlfriend say - nail varnish fixes up holes in your tights."

"Have we got any?"

"Yeah, here with the make up. By the way, I love that shade of pink lipstick you're wearing."

"Thanks. And I meant to ask you - did you borrow my blue eyeshadow? I can't find it."

"No...I'm sure I saw it in here earlier when I was getting out my mascara...here it is."

"Good. I thought I'd lost it."

"I found the nail varnish, too. Want me to fix it now?"

"Go for it."

"Okay, you'll have to hold your skirt a little higher..."

~OH MY GOD!!!~

"Did you hear something?"

"Yeah. It sounded like..."

"Oh #*@&$#!!!"

"MORGAN! COME BACK HERE!"

"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!"

"He's running over the hill. 'Lonz, after him! Get the little weasel!"

"I can't run in these heels. You go, Danziger!"

"Looking like this?!? I can't chase Morgan in a skirt!"

"Maybe we should hide deeper in the forest."

"Good idea. Quick, get the stuff together."

"We can tell everyone that Morgan was hallucinating."

"Right. Oh @#!@*#, if they believe him, we're dead..."

"Devon and Julia wouldn't believe it, would they?"

"I hope not..."

Sigh. "We'd better get changed."

"Can you undo my bra for me? I think the straps are twisted...."



-The End-