Meghan had been given the greatest birthday gift for her 18th birthday. Her parents had given her a trip to London, England.
Her first trip alone and Meghan was beaming. The flight was uneventful, and Meghan had studied the tourist guide to see all the important places to visit. She felt so grownup to be able to go on her own.
As Meghan stood a little impatiently in line while waiting to register and get a key to her room, at the hotel.
A slight grin crossed her face and her blue eyes sparkled, accentuating her cute freckles. She was thinking what she had written in her high school yearbook. "Let a smile be you're umbrella and you're gonna get wet."
"Finally," she muttered under her breath, "my turn."
"How may I help you?" the gay looking man behind the counter asked brightly.
Meghan was about to give the man a burn but thought better of it and gave him her name. "I have a reservation for three nights, that my parents got for my birthday."
"Ohhhhhh let me see," the man said while punching in her name on the reservations computer terminal. "Hmmmmm, I don't find it here, let me check one more place."
Meghan nervously tapped her foot while the clerk searched for her name. Finally with his head shaking from side to side the man said slowly, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't find your reservation anywhere, and unfortunately we're all booked up."
"What?" Meghan snapped. "My parents booked the reservation and I've even got the confirmation reply, I demand to speak to the manager."
Meghan could hear the grumbling from the other people in line, but dammit it couldn't be helped. She had a reservation and demanded that they live up to it.
Ten minutes later after the assistant manager had explained that there was nothing they could do.
A feminine voice from the middle of the line said softly, "I have reservations for a double and wouldn't mind sharing it with you."
On their way up the elevator to the fifteenth floor Meghan said, "I really appreciate this, I don't know what I would have done with the whole city filled up and me in a strange country, not knowing anybody."
"No problem at all," the brunette woman replied, "I just hope that if I was ever in your predicament that someone would do the same for me, by the way my name's Marie, Marie LeClare."
Meghan reached out to shake Marie's extended hand and replied, "I'm Meghan, oh good, here's our floor."
"Nice room," Marie commented while dropping her bags in the corner. "I always stay at the Biltmore," Marie went on, "the service is always great, that is until today."
The two of them laughed for a moment before Marie asked, "Do you mind if I take a shower, it was a long flight and I feel pretty grungy?"
"Not at all," Meghan replied, "you go right ahead while I unpack." Meghan then proceeded to open her suitcase while in the background she could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.
"It's all yours," Marie said while coming out through the bathroom door. Meghan turned around to answer but her chin practically hit the floor when she saw a totally naked Marie standing in the middle of the room toweling herself off.
