Just a bikini

As she planned to go out, Kjerstin looked at the bright sunshine streaming through the window and thought about how much warmer it was here than at home, reminding her that she had planned to take advantage of the day off. Lester had assured her that there was a beach within walking distance across a nearby park, and she wanted to get a little sunbathing in since her skin was so pale. And so she figured that she'd only slightly alter her plan, and stop off and confront the lurking photographer on her way.

The busty blonde pulled on a bikini she never got much use for in Sweden, partly because of the climate and partly because the baby blue coloring with canary yellow accents would fit the national stereotype almost too perfectly. She carefully adjusted the supple material over her generous curves and stood looking in the mirror with hands on hips, she wondered if it would be too revealing for the mission. "There is no harm since he has already seen me naked," the beauty finally decided after staring at her reflection for a minute or so. She also figured that she could stumble across a gig as a bikini model or some other way to make some easy money. "This body can earn," she concluded.

It was a simple matter to pack a beach bag with a few dollars, a towel, some sunscreen, her camera and her keys to the building and unit before perching some sunglasses atop her blonde head and heading out the door without even a goodbye to Lester. She went down the hall and the stairs and out the front door, wincing at the bright sun (but having already forgotten about the shades on her head). Her cork platform shoes thumped against the pavement as she made her way across the street and past some young men watching her admiringly to the door of the other building, whose front door lock was working much better than the one on Kjerstin's own building. She furrowed her brow as she wondered how to solve this obstacle.

Should she start buzzing apartments, or maybe wait for someone to come in or go out so they can let her in? Maybe the boys down the street can help, or suggest something for her. Or Kjerstin could just give up on the lesson and make her way into the ghetto park on her way to where she thinks is a beach...