I'm Winning...I'm Winning...I Lost ??!!

The enthusiastic crowd thronged around Debbi and Diane as they headed to reception to hire rackets. This promised to be much more fun than a routine evening drinking in the hotel bar ! In the confusion, Diane had slipped away and returned wearing full kit of crisp white shorts and sports shirt. This disconcerted Debbi somewhat, since she had been counting on the advantage that Diane's tight evening dress would have given her on the race to the courts. "Don't you have any kit ?" Diane asked disdainfully. "No" replied Debbi defiantly. "But that doesn't matter, because after the race I'll be wearing yours" she added with complete certainty. "Ooh, fighting talk" taunted Angela.

Debbi did take the precaution of hiring sneakers from reception along with the squash racket. The crowd had already begun making their way over to the squash courts to reserve good seats for the match. Ingram had also gone ahead, since he was to be the judge in the event of a close finish to the race. Carol and Angela were to oversee the start, although both expressed disappointment that they would not be there at the finish. "I can start the race for you if you like ?" the receptionist offered and this was gratefully accepted. The two protagonists glared at each other while they allowed sufficient time for everyone to get over to the finish.

"OK" Said the receptionist. "On your marks...get set...go !" Debbi set off like the wind. She had not been over to the squash courts but she had seen the arrow direction signs all over the place. Diane was sprinting too but it was Debbi who established a lead of four or five yards as she rounded the first corner in the corridor. This lead had extended to ten yards by the time she rounded the second corner and by the third, Diane wasn't even in sight ! On and on Debbi went. Past the kitchen, past the laundry room, all the while taking careful note of those arrows. She was exultant, **** was going to be so sweet. She even allowed herself to slow down a little to conserve energy for the match to come.

One more corner to go. Which she rounded to be confronted by a grinning and cheering crowd and Diane leaning nonchalantly up against the door to the squash court. The look of triumph froze on Debbi's face. She had lost ! Again ! How ? Why ? "You finally got here then loser ?" Diane taunted. "But, but, I was leading. I was miles ahead. You must have cheated" Debbi accused. "Diane didn't cheat Debbi" admonished Ingram. "Once again she demonstrated her far superior foresight and strategy. You blindly followed all those little arrows around twisting and turning corridors. Whereas Diane knew there was a direct route past the ground floor bedrooms and that the only reason guests are directed round past the laundry is to avoid noise for anyone trying to sleep in the rooms !" Debbi was dumbfounded. "Time to get naked again loser" gloated Diane !