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 Naomi woke to the sound of repeated knocking on her front door.  As she
stumbled out of bed and contemplated how she was going to hurt the person
disturbing her sleep, she heard Camille's frustrated voice outside.

   "Naomi!  Come on get up, I don't want to miss my flight.  Get up!"

   Camille!  Naomi looked at the clock.  6 AM.  She had totally forgotten
about her promise to drive Camille to the airport.  But it was only 6 AM.
Which is exactly what she said when she opened the door.

   "Camille, chill out.  It is six.  You've got time."

   "Seriously, don't make me late.  I've been working on this vacation for
too long to miss the flight."

   The hyper blond burst into the apartment, brushing Naomi aside as the
door cracked open and continued her usual running dialog.  "Jennifer is
going to be there in 30 minutes.  It takes at least twenty to get there
from here and we have to get through all of that damn security."

   "Okay.  Okay.  Just give me a second.  I just woke up."

   "Apparently." The blond huffed.  "You need to get a job and get a
schedule.  Did you even go out last night or just hang around here."

   "Oh, I went out, Miss Bitchy Boss.  I don't want to talk about it.  Now,
give me a few minutes will you?"

   Naomi hurried into the bathroom to start her morning routine but Camille
followed close on her heels and never stopped talking.  Naomi washed her
face and brushed her teeth, nodding occasionally as the blond lectured her
on her need to get a job and then rambled on again about the vacation. 
Finally, Naomi cut her off.

   "Umm, I know you are excited about this trip to Mexico.  But could you
give me a moment to pee please?"

   "Yes!" She answered sarcastically.  But she didn't move.  A moment
passed and they two women looked at each other in confusion.  "Oh.  Okay.
Jeez, it's not like I've never seen a girl pee or anything.  Or held your
hair while you barfed."

   Finally, the door closed and Naomi slipped her panties down and hiked up
her nightshirt so she could relieve herself.  No sooner had she flushed the
toilet and the door opened again and Camille started talking again.

   Naomi growled in frustration but was ignored.  Her young friend seemed
oblivious that she was still sitting on the toilet hoping for another
thirty seconds of quiet.  Camille just talked and fiddled with the stuff on
the counter.  Naomi finally gave up and stood up, pulled up her panties and
washed her hands.

   This was apparently all Camille could stand.

   "Come on already.  We have to go.  Here are your sandals."

   "Could you at least let me put some real clothes on before we drive to
the airport?"

   "It isn't my fault you overslept.  All you have to do is drop me off at
the terminal.  You barely even have to stop the car."

   "Okay, but I'm brushing my hair.  I don't want to be that lady driving
down the highway with sleepy hair.  Just go wait in the car."

   Camille wander out of the room and moments later the front door opened
and closed.  Naomi looked in the mirror at her mussed up long brown hair.
She brushed it a few times, bringing some control to the situation but she
didn't have time to fix it.  So she threw on a hat, slipped on the sandals
and headed toward the door.  She grabbed the purse she had used the night
before and confirmed that her keys and drivers license were still in it.

   Moments later, they were driving down the highway toward the airport. 
Naomi ignored Camille's non-stop talking as best she could.  But this just
caused her mind to settle on the fact that Camille was dressed in a knee
length khaki skirt, simple white t-shirt and sandals meanwhile Naomi was
driving down highway wearing only her long comfy night shirt, panties and
sandals.

   This line of thought made her uncomfortable.  So, she decided she should
actually listen to Camille for a while.

   "You know who should really be going on this trip?" Camille was saying.
"You!  You need to get out and live a little.  Play on the beach, soak up
some sun, check out some men and be checked out by some men."

   "Men.  No thanks." Naomi muttered.  Camille always had a suggestion for
Naomi's life.  Get a job, get a man, get boob job, get a man to pay for the
boob job.  Naomi enjoyed the twenty-four year old's friendship, but she was
annoying and repetitive in her attempts to 'fix' Naomi.

   "You went on a date last night!" Camille screamed with excitement. 
Naomi wasn't sure if her friend was excited about the fact that she had
finally gone on a date or that she had figured out Naomi's secret.  "I knew
you were ready."

   "Apparently not.  It sucked.  I was home by 10 and drunk by 11."

   "Oh sweety.  I'm sorry.  But I'm so proud of you for getting back on the
horse."

   "There was no horse and there was not getting on.  Or off." Naomi
deadpanned.

   This sent both women giggling.  Just then, Camille's phone rang.  Naomi
pulled up to the airport toll booth as Camille answered the call.  The
booth worker was chatty and wanted to talk to Naomi about her car, the
weather etc.  Naomi mumbled responses and held out her hand, waiting for
her parking ticket.  Finally, the chatty old man handed her the ticket and
she put the car back in gear.

   Only to hear that Camille's conversation was not going well.

   "No!  No.  No.  No.  No.  You can't do this Jennifer!  You can't bail."
Camille yelled into the phone.  Naomi's heart sank for her friend.

   "We've been planning this for three months.  I'm at the freaking
airport. We are going to Mexico in an hour!." Jennifer's garbled response
followed.  "No.  I'm serious.  I don't care if you have the flu.  You have
to go."

   Naomi drove slowly now and starting thinking about where the next u-turn
was to head home.

   Finally, Camille hung up the phone and threw it down on floorboard.

   "I can't go to Mexico by myself.  What am I going to do?"

   "I'm sorry Camille.  I'm so sorry.  She has the flu?"

   "Yes.  Shes been vomiting for like 3 hours straight."

   Naomi found her exit and turned on her blinker.

   "Wait!  What are you doing?  That is the wrong way."

   "You still want to go?  You want me to find a parking place and let you
think about it?"

   "Yes.  Park." She was in tears.  "I can't believe this is happening."

   Naomi pulled into the parking garage next to the terminal and found a
spot on the second level.  She stopped the car and looked over at her
friend sulking in the seat next to her.  Suddenly, Camille's head popped up
and she had a huge grin on her face.

   Naomi stared at her for a moment wondering if her friend was about to
snap and go crazy.  She had never seen anybody actually go crazy in real
life.  But his seemed like the way it would happen in a movie.  Camille's
grin grew until it filled her face.

   "WE are going to Mexico."

   "We?  As in us?"

   "Yes.  You and me."

   "No.  I don't have a ticket."

   "We can get you a ticket."

   "Nooooo." Naomi knew she was sounding condescending now but she had to
get her friend through this.  "I can't get a ticket.  It is too late.  I
don't have a ticket.  And even if I could get a ticket, I don't have a job,
remember!  I can't go on vacation to Mexico!"

   "You don't have a job but that also means you wont be missing work.  You
CAN go!  If you could get a ticket would you go?"

   Naomi was feeling sorry for her friend and was confused at how to help
her.  She said yes before she could stop herself.  "Yes.  I mean, no."

   "You said Yes!  I heard it."

   "I DON"T HAVE A JOB!" Naomi was frustrated and losing her cool.  "Don't
you get it.  I don't have a job and I'm not wearing pants!  I'm not going
to Mexico."

   This time, Camille laughed hysterically.

   "You don't have pants!" She giggled.  "That is true.  Oh my gosh.  You
don't have pants."

   Naomi blushed, but she started laughing too.  They laughed for a solid
five minutes before Camille looked at her watch and looked back up
seriously.

   "But I've got a suitcase of clothes.  You can have pants.  And I'll buy
your ticket."

   "You are not going to buy my ticket.  I will not take charity." Naomi
realized, belatedly, that she had just conceeded her first point by moving
on to the next point of contention.

   "Charity?  For you?  This is for me.  Come on.  I got this ridiculous
life consuming consulting job that pays me ridiculous money for a
24-year-old.  I can buy your ticket.  And you can have pants.  Okay."

   "Ohhhhh." Naomi had seen her friend's persistence and power of
persuasion at work before.  She realized that she was going to lose this
argument eventually.

   "Perfect!"

   "Oh Camille!" Naomi laughed and tried to ignore the sinking filling in
her stomach.

   "Okay, look, I should have plenty of clothes for the two of us.  We've
swapped clothes before, so I'm pretty sure you should be able to wear
almost anything I've packed." Naomi nodded.  There was no stopping her now.

   Camille crawled into the backseat and started rummaging through her
suitcase.  Talking the whole time.

   "This is going to be perfect.  I get along with you better than Jennifer
anyway.  She's too competitive."

   Naomi scoffed.  "Look who's talking."

   "I KNOW I'm competitive, Miss Know-It-All.  That's why you and I work
better together.  You are a strong personality but you don't have to win
all of the time.  So, we get along just well."

   "Ha!" Naomi laughed.  Trying to hide the fact that she thought she might
have just been insulted by her friend.  But she couldn't deny the truth. 
She just wasn't sure if it was a compliment or an insult.

   "Okay, we need something for you to travel in.  I intended to wear this
skirt back, so I don't have two sets of clothes for the airplane.  This
dress will have to do.  But, you've got bigger boobs so the dress won't
work for you.  I'll wear this dress and you can wear the skirt and t-shirt.

   Naomi looked back and saw Camille holding a small white tube dress.  The
two women were close to the same size in some ways, but Naomi was clearly a
full cup size bigger.  She didn't want to think about walking onto an
airplane while trying to keep that dress on.

   "Okay." She mumbled.

   Camille quickly slipped out of her shirt and skirt and passed them up
front to Naomi.  Naomi glanced around, giggled to herself, removed her
baseball cap and pulled the long nightshirt over her head.  She glanced
around again, trying to cover her exposed breasts in case somebody had come
upon them.  Just then, a car drove down the aisle.  Naomi squeaked and
ducked down until it had passed.  Camille giggled in the backseat.

   "You crack me up.  They couldn't have seen you.  Relax."

   Naomi glared at her friend and started fumbling with the t-shirt and
skirt.  It was awkward getting dressed in the car, but she wasn't about to
get stand up outside the car in just her white panties.  Once she was
dressed, she looked back at her friend who had slipped into the tube dress.
Naomi knew her eyes got wide when she saw her friend squeezed into the
little dress.

   "I'm not sure that is airline friendly."

   "It will have to do."

   "That is the most modest thing you packed?" Naomi asked, worriedly. 
Camille grinned and nodded.  "We are going to have to do some shopping when
we get there."

   "Maybe." Camille conceded.

   "Don't you think you want to wear a bra with that?" Naomi asked, looking
at the outline of her friend's nipples in the dress.

   "In Mexico?  I don't need no stinking bra's." Camille quipped.

   "What have I got myself into?  Camille, maybe you can waltz around
Mexico without a bra but I'm going to need one."

   "Okay, okay.  One."

   "One?!"

   "Yes, you said one.  I'll buy you one."

   "You don't have to buy it for me.  I can buy a bra."

   "Nope.  My trip, my money for the tickets.  My rules.  You need to
loosen up young lady and I'm going to make sure you do this week." Camille
smiled at her own announcement.

   "Young lady?  And hey, I thought I was helping you out?"

   "Come on!  We have to go.  Stop trying to find a reason to weasel out of
this.  We still need to get you a ticket."

   Naomi glanced at the clock and realized her friend was right.  They
bound out of the car and made their way to toward the terminal.  They were
a few steps from the car when Camille started giggling.

   "What?" Naomi growled.

   "You still didn't see it did you?"

   "See what?" Naomi asked in alarm.  Suddenly she started looking for
something on her outfit that she had missed.  What had Camille done to her
outfit before giving it to her?

   Camille just laughed harder.  "No, silly.  Your clothes are fine." She
stopped walking and grabbed her friend's shoulders, turning her around. 
"Look just to the right of the car.  Up a little bit."

   Looking over her shoulder, Naomi's knees went weak for a moment.  Then
she gasped and ran away from the car while her friend laughed along side
her, dragging the suitcase.

   "I wonder" Camille giggled "if anybody was actually watching that
security feed?"

   "You knew the whole time?!"

   "I'm not the one that choose to park there!"

   "But you saw the security camera and let me expose myself on camera! 
You bitch."

   "If it makes you feel any better, I made sure to give them a flash too."

   "Arrrrrrg!  Camille.  What am I going to do with you?"

   Camille just grinned and said "You, my friend, are going on a wicked
awesome vacation with me.  Of course." Naomi growled in response but cut
short any other comment as they were approaching the ticket booth and Naomi
didn't want to have this discussion in front of anybody else.
   She was going to Mexico, after all.