Chapter 61

Sin City was swinging. It was the launch of a new range of watches by a French designer firm. And the entire Bikini Bowlarama had been taken over for a Fashion Show. The choreographer was a close friend of the twins, so they weren't just invited, they were practically a part of the show.

Annie, the transvestite choreographer preened and clucked over them admiringly. "Darlings, you really should have been models. You would have been sensational together on the ramp."

They laughed in unison, something they'd begun doing again over the last few days. They were happy to be together again, and it showed. They had both shed the couple of kgs they'd put on during the separation and had been working out together again at the gym, just like old times. Annie wasn't exaggerating. With their shapely physiques wrapped in body-hugging green minis, they were more watchable than some of the bony-assed models.

The show's theme was Sporty, because the watches being launched were the trendy Swatchy kind. But the only sport some of the outfits on display would have been suited for were bedroom sports!

Sherie and Shauna spent the entire show watching the reactions of a pair of prim-looking journalists who seemed outrageously offended by each new outfit.

As the show went on, and the outfits got more and more revealing, the two disapproving journos looked more and more disgusted. Finally, one got up and voiced a protest against "the obscenity" being shown. She was booed down by the audience.

After much fretting and fuming, both women got up in the middle of the last round -- men's sportwear -- and started to head for the exit, making a big show of their deliberate departure by walking across the ramp, which was basically the two centre-most bowling lanes of the concourse.

The problem was, the men were in these really skimpy bikini swim trunks, gyrating to the deafening pulse of "Ya Sexy Thing" (after The Full Monty) and they thought that the journalists wanted to join the act.

So as the two offended females tried to walk across the ramp to show their protest, the guys caught hold of them by the waist and began to do the hippy-hippy-shake with them, rubbing pelvises up so close, you could see the waistbands of their swimtrunks roll up and down!

By the time the two journalists managed to break free of the naked mannequins and reach the exit, they were devastated beyond repair. Traumatized out of their middle-class Maharashtrian moralities! Annie roared with delight, clapping her hands.

"They'll be in psychotherapy the rest of their lives!"

Sherie and Shauna high-fived her. They laughed so much, their abs hurt more than after a session with their trainer.

Shauna, who had been scoping out the place ever since they'd come in, nudged Sherie.

"Hunks at 1500 hours," she said, using the WWI air-warfare code they always used when referring to potential male prospects. She was indicating the two ruggedly handsome Punjabi types standing by the bar to their right.

Sherie didn't reply. But the two men sensed Shauna's attention and began eyeing both the twins with frank interest.

"Scope 'em out, sis," Shauna said, nudging Sherie again.

When Sherie didn't reply this time, Shauna looked at her.

"Hey, come on, at least check it out. If you don't like what you see, we don't have to buy."

Sherie looked at her oddly. "Shauna, give it a rest."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just don't feel much like, you know, fooling around."

Shauna frowned. Was Sherie not feeling well or what? It took her a beat to pick up the unsaid message her sister wasn't able to put into words. She's still mooning over Milan, Shauna realized.

"Okay," she said, putting her arm around Sherie and giving her a squeeze. "I understand."

Sherie smiled gratefully.

Shauna returned the smile. But on the inside, she was thinking that life was going to be pretty boring if Sherie wasn't going to party like before.

It was getting so bad, she hadn't had a new man in her bed in almost a week. Even nuns couldn't be expected to survive that long an abstinence!