Wet T-Shirt Contest : The Beginning !

Debbi found Carol and her bag easily enough. The others had hardly stirred from the hotel pool all day. Their priority was the night life rather than what might happen during the day, whereas for Debbi it was the other way round. She gave them a sanitised version of events on the party cruise and then they went to prepare for a night on the town. Debbi felt herself to be the poor relation since, because of her decision to travel light, she had to wear the same little black dress as last night, while the other three all sported dazzling changes of costume.

After eating, they began to promenade along the main drag. Debbi looked for the Manchester lads at the bar they had said they would be at, the one with the bull. She was surprised to find herself feeling disappointed they were not there. The other three had hopes of hooking up again with their navy officers, so they continued to walk past a few more bars. Suddenly, Debbi heard her name being shouted in familiar northern accents. The boys rushed up. "C'mon Deb, you've got to save England's honour !" They began dragging her into a bar while Carol and the others laughed and tagged along. "What are you talking about ?" Debbi giggled. "It's the contest. They've got these birds from Germany, Holland, Norway, all over. But there's nobody batting for England." "What's the contest ?" asked Debbi. "Wet T-shirt !" "Oh no, no, no" protested Debbi but with Carol, Jackie and Sarah backing up the boys, she had no chance !

So it was that five minutes later, Debbi was standing backstage at the bar with five other girls and the English compere. The other girls were German, Dutch, Swiss, Danish and Norwegian and the contest was indeed going to be conducted along national lines. The girls were told to undress and were given long plain white t-shirts to wear. The other five had come along intending to take part and so had regular bikini bottoms under their t-shirts. Debbi had only her black lacy thong knickers. She was also again the oldest participant and feeling a bit out of place, as she had earlier today on the boat.

But before she could think too much, she was herded out with the others onto a makeshift stage, under harsh lighting and in front of a baying crowd. She was unaware of Carol and Jackie getting ready to film the entire proceedings. As she was being led backstage a few minutes earlier she had called "Remember, what happens in Ayia Napa stays in Ayia Napa !" but her travelling companions had been ignoring that pact all weekend so far and were not about to change now !