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    “Don’t be silly. Every girl needs at least one nice outfit right?”
    “That’s nice of you, but shouldn’t we be looking after our money?”
    “I insist.”
    * * * *
    The hours passed slowly for Serge who walked into yet another shop. Still empty -handed, Tanya slid dress after dress across the rail. Finally she picked up a small black number. “Do you think this is OK?”
    “I said yes the last time we came in here.”
    Tanya glanced at the dress. “I know, but I don’t always look good in black. I’m not quite as skinny as I used to be.”
    Serge tutted as he folded his arms. “Tanya, come on, you have the body of a teenage school girl.”
    Tanya picked the dress off the rail. “Promise to tell me what you really think?”
    “Of course.”
    Serge skipped through the pages of a fashion magazine as he sat on a fabric armchair. He glanced at his watch, as he wondered what could possibly take so long. Suddenly the curtain was moved to one side and out stepped Tanya. The strapless black dress clung tightly to her slim figure. It had a plunging neckline that complimented her ample cleavage. She turned to show the open back of the dress, but Serge eyes fell straight to her pert bottom.
    “So?”
    “I… Really love it.”
    Tanya stared at her reflection in the mirror. “Me too.”
    “Thank fuck for that.”
    “Hey.” Tanya glanced down at her feet. “Does a girl get to buy new shoes to go with her new dress?”
    “Does a guy get thank you for being so patient?”
    “Sorry.”
    “Nah, go on. This magazine was quite interesting.”
    Tanya’s face opened up with an excited smile before hurrying over and planting a kiss on Serge’s cheek. “I’ll be really quick.”
    He smiled and flicked through his magazine. “Take your time.” He found a page that finally caught his interest. He took out his phone and punched in a number. Listing to the dial tones, he watched as Tanya became fixated on an aisle of shoes.
    * * * *
    The late autumn sun had slid under the horizon. A mild frost sparkled on the tarmac as the taxi pulled outside a small hotel that sat snugly in a leafy suburb. Serge glanced at Tanya as he handed the driver a rolled up bank note.”I found this place in that magazine in the shop. It had some good reviews. Apparently it’s known for its quaint and charming rooms . Best of all it supposed to serve amazing food.”
    “Great. I’m so hungry I’d even entertain a Pot Noodle right now.”
    The walls were warped by time and bulged with age. Serge pushed the heavy door which moaned in protest. “This place is older than my grandma.”
    Tanya couldn’t hide her smile. She placed her hand in Serge’s. “I love it.”
    Inside the lobby they were greeted by an old woman. “I’m Peggy. How can I help you?”
    “Ser …” Serge almost forgot he had given a fake name. “Steven Patrick. I booked on the phone earlier.”
    “Do I detect a slight accent?”
    “I’m from … Poland.”
    “Ah, Polish. An unusual Polish surname, Patrick?”
    Serge thought on his feet. “Yes, my father changed it during the war when he lived in England. Didn’t want to be confused as German.”
    “So two single rooms, I believe?” Tanya felt a little shocked, and smiled at Serge.
    He nodded at old woman. “Yes, that’s right. She is a colleague. Tracy.”
    “Ah, you’ll have to sign the book here then Tracy.” Peggy smiled as she pushed her glasses up her bony nose. She glanced at the book and turned it around to face Tanya. “They still produce true gentleman in Poland, I see.”
    “ He’s a gentleman most of the time.”
    Serge and Tanya followed the shuffling Peggy led them up a narrow creaking stair case into small crooked corridor. Peggy turned to face her two clients. “Here are your two rooms, opposite each other. I’m downstairs the whole night if you need me.”
    “Thanks Peggy.”
    “Good night and God bless.”
    Tanya smiled and waved at Peggy turned and walked back to the