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pressed his hands down on my and Ryan’s shoulders and leered at Chloe.
    “Okay,” he said. “Jobs. Jobs for everyone. I’ve decided that the girls should do five two-hour shifts a week on either crèche or pool duty and the boys the same but pool duty only – that means fetching soft drinks, towels, clearing up. Rest of the time you’re all waiting tables, except Saturday – that’s changeover day – when everyone pitches in to help out with anything needs doing. Right?”
    We all nodded. Jonno held up a bunch of pink and blue T-shirts.
    “You can wear your own shorts or skirts with one of these. That’s the uniform, except when you’re waiting tables, but you’ll get kitted out for that later. Oh, and here’s the schedule. Okay?”
    Without waiting for a reply, he shoved the T-shirts at Ryan and a piece of paper at Chloe and strode off.
    Ryan held out the T-shirts. There were two sorts. A tiny pink version with the words Bonita Babe written over the front in swirly lettering and a larger blue one with blockier type. It said Bonita Boy.
    I frowned. Hadn’t Jonno said “ bonita ” meant “pretty”?
    “D’you realise what that means?” I said.
    “Yeah.” Ryan was staring disgustedly at the blue T-shirt. “It means Jonno wants everyone to think all his male staff are gay.”
    I looked over to the pool bar. Eve was still standing with her back to us, chatting to the barman. I had a flashback to the barman at the airport who had stared at her bum. I looked round the pool area. A lot of the men were throwing surreptitious glances in her direction.
    I gritted my teeth.
    “This isn’t too bad, though.” Chloe leaned against Ryan and pointed to the paper Jonno had given her. “It’s really only a few hours a day – and look, we’re together here and here, and we’re waiting tables at the same time on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.”
    I glanced at the timetable. “What about me and Eve?” I said.
    Chloe made a face. “He seems to be keeping you apart.”
    I snatched the paper out of her hand. It was true. I was free when Eve was in the crèche. She was free when I was on pool duty. And we were never waiting tables at the same time either.
    “Arsehole,” I muttered.
    “Who?” said a familiar raspy voice behind me. I spun round. Eve was smiling up at me.
    “Your dad.” I explained about the timetable.
    “I know,” she said. “But we’ll still have a few hours here and there and all the evenings.”
    I stared at her. Why wasn’t she more upset?
    We wandered up to the main lobby. As we reached the hotel we had to stand back and wait as a loud family with a never-ending stream of pasty-faced children barged through the doors in the opposite direction.
    I glanced at Eve, wondering when we’d get a chance to be on our own.
    “Oh my God.” The urgency in Chloe’s voice made me look up. She was watching a woman in tight, cropped jeans and very high heels tottering away from us, towards the pool loungers.
    “What?” I stared at the woman. Her tiny bum wiggled as she reached into her handbag for a pair of sunglasses.
    “Yeah, what?” Ryan said. “I mean it’s very nice of you to point out attractive birds for us Chloe, but. . .”
    “Wait till she turns round,” Chloe said.
    We all stared at the woman. She was now bending over a lounger, spreading out a towel. Then she straightened up and turned round.
    My jaw dropped.
    “They’re enormous,” Ryan breathed.
    “Like beach balls,” Eve whispered.
    Chloe pursed her lips. “There’s no way those are real,” she said authoritatively.
    The woman was causing something of a stir down by the pool. Nearly everyone was watching as she hooked her fingers into her tight, white T-shirt and peeled it over her massive chest and straining bikini top.
    “God, she could take someone’s eye out with those,” Ryan gasped. “I need to sit down.”
    “It’s because she’s so slim everywhere else,” Chloe said thoughtfully. “Makes the