Lifting her silk panty, also black, to put on, a thought struck her like a ten ton truck. Relief flooded through her body. No more writer’s block. I... one smooth move she discarded the panty and slipped on her short black dress.She took the whole afternoon hunting for the perfect dress in all the shops in Cape Town and in the V&A Waterfront Mall. The dress, low cut at the back, touching the top of her bottom, and the show of cleavage in front, set her back a few bucks, but with what she had in. "No good can come of it, none at all. The Festival is just an excuse for-" For having a good time," finished Natasha, her dark eyes flashing. "For people to enjoy themselves, to dance, to forget their boring, useless lives for one night. Is that what you mean?"Lizzie looked back and forth helplessly at Natasha and her grandmother, unable to follow the flood of angry Greek."You insolent little hussy! Don't you presume to lecture me about -" What's going on here? What's all this yelling?" A. Sitting at this hotel bar, I certainly don't look like I want to be alone. I also don't look like I want to stay long. I squeezed my body into a gorgeous little leopard print strapless mini dress, stepped into a matching pair of 5" spiked heels, and wore my hair down. Hell, I touched up my garnet colored lip gloss often enough to arouse every man in this bar. It's just that the right man hasn't approached yet. I know he's seen me, but so far he seems content to just watch. Maybe he's gay. I. "I'll pay you and these miscreants you hired, and you all can be on your way." hmm where is my checkbook I could have sworn it was in my small Louis Vuitton" but DO NOT think this will be the last of it." I gratingly declared as I poked through the compartments of my purse for the third time. "Ugh, where is it? I could have sworn it was in here. I must have moved it to my big Coach bag." Regaining my composure I asked, "You wouldn't have seen where I left that one would you?"Greg looked at me.