Nate had just finished tying up his shoes when a knock came to the door. Pavlina was still naked on the bed. Briana looked nervously to her as Nate walked to the door, but Pavlina just remained on the bed. Nate ushered the short, stalky room service porter in. The porter pushed the wheeled trolley into the room, and took a hard double take at the blue-eyed, slim, blonde, Pavlina lying naked as he wheeled the cart past the rumpled bed. "Good morning!" Pavlina smiled warmly at him as he walked past. She had propped herself with her elbows behind her, offering a perfect view of her perky, small breasts with red nipples. She had one knee up, tilted outward at a 45 degree angle, and the other leg flat on the bed, providing a fully unobstructed view of her neatly trimmed womanhood as the porter pushed the trolley past the end of the bed. There was no modesty in her posture. He looked away and nodded with deep unease, and then the porter pulled the cart up beside the small round table next to the arm char. The short man unloaded the cart onto the table, and fumbled for his pen. Nate signed for the room service and added the usual tip to the bill. The porter thanked Nate, and he looked hard at the naked Pavlina as he pushed the empty trolley past the bed and left the room.
Nate's cell phone rang shortly after ten o'clock. It was Thomas Brandt calling. Nate and the girls were in the hotel room finishing their last sips of the room service coffee. By this time Pavlina had covered up with her black poncho for warmth, but was naked underneath. Brandt said he wanted to speak with Nate and Briana.
Nate pressed the speakerphone button on his cell to let the girls listen in. Thomas started with Pavlina. Everything was in order, and there will be no problem with getting her passport back tomorrow. Brandt explained they should meet at his office at 2 PM on Friday afternoon, and they will review all the final details. From there they will go to the police station. Brandt would purchase a plane ticket on her behalf to Prague, routed through Frankfurt.
Thomas paused for a few seconds, long enough that Nate wondered if the call had disconnected. "As for Briana," Thomas finally broke the silence, "there is a complication." Thomas explained that Briana's name was in a database because she has unpaid fees to the London School of Economics. According to the small amount of information available in the database, the school unsuccessfully attempted recovery of the amount owing, and long ago referred the matter to the courts. Because both the UK and Germany are part of the European Union, this file was flagged during Briana's AeB processing. The Hamburg police have added a condition to Briana's AeB release requirements – the London School debt must be resolved before Briana can close her AeB file.
"I have requested a 30 day extension to her AeB term," Thomas explained as Briana's heart sank. "They will probably grant it. If they do, it does not mean you must stay in Germany for the whole 30 days – you can leave as soon as the matter is resolved." Thomas cautioned it is not simply a matter of paying the debt, although that is obviously part of the process. The UK courts must then acknowledge the matter has been resolved and update the EU database before the Hamburg police will recognize the debt repayment. "The process is surprisingly efficient," Thomas ventured. "It will probably take three to five business days after debt repayment to get your AeB status cleared," he said, "and then you can return to Canada."
Thomas gave his office address over the phone, and said he would see Pavlina there tomorrow. He urged Briana to immediately begin the process of repaying the London School debt. Briana spoke up and asked if she would get her passport back – she might need it to travel to London to speak with the school. Thomas said no – the Hamburg police would have no sympathies in that regard. When there were no more questions, Thomas wished both ladies good luck, and then he disconnected the call.
Briana was stricken. Nate asked her about the debt. It seems Briana was on some kind of scholarship, and the terms of the scholarship required her to complete her year, which for reasons Briana was not willing to explain, she did not. The incomplete year converted the scholarship to a debt that the school sought to recover. She admitted receiving several letters at her home address in Canada, the final one threatening legal action if Briana did not repay the debt.
Briana had the good sense to avoid the UK in her travels, but it never occurred to her that the UK debt could catch up to her while travelling though continental Europe. Nate sensed a pattern emerging. Briana had an unpaid school debt, and her mother accused her of stealing money, which Briana lent to a friend for unknown reasons and never get it back. He resolved right then to never loan Briana any money.
"What are you going to do?" Pavlina asked. Briana just hung her head and shook it slowly in silence.
"Can you help her?" Pavlina asked Nate.
"I don't know," Nate answered, thinking the answer was probably no. "I don't have enough information." Nate paused in thought. He asked Briana how much the debt was. She said she received a scholarship of 5,000 pounds. The last letter she saw was demanding payment of something like 6,400 pounds, which included interest and fines. Nate did the quick math in his mind, and calculated it to be nearly 10,000 dollars.
At the beginning of this adventure, Nate thought how many guys his age could get two young, hot girls to live with him for a week, and who would fuck and suck him on command? He had healthy savings and retirement funds, and he figured he could afford to live the fantasy most guys only dream about for a week. But extra costs were already mounting, and the fantasy was growing tattered around the edges. Add another $10,000, plus who knows what other surprises awaited, and the fantasy was turning bleak. Nate had his fun. It was time to move on.
Nate decided he was not going to let this development ruin their last full day. It was promising to be a hot day, and Nate wanted to enjoy the most of it. He opened his suitcase and retrieved two string bikinis he had purchased the day the girls went shopping. He handed the black bikini to Pavlina and the white one to Briana. He told the girls to put them on under their clothes. Briana, still concerned with her modesty, retreated to the bathroom while Pavlina stripped off her poncho in the hotel room and put on the black two piece swimsuit. It accented her blonde hair nicely. Nate had guessed at her size when he bought it, and decided it was just right.
Briana returned from the bathroom. Nate told her to take off her sundress so he could see the bikini. He realized he probably guessed one cup size too small for her, but the bottom fit perfectly. He figured the smaller size was titillating a bonus, and he let Briana put her dress back on. Nate told them they were going to a beach, and they should prepare for the outing. The girls complained they could not go to the beach in high heels.
While Nate fetched their old shoes and socks from his suitcase, Pavlina pulled her red skirt and white T-shirt over her black bikini. Nate retrieved a spare blanket from the hotel room closet, which he shoved into a spare pillowcase. When they were ready to leave, he packed up his laptops and camera, and carried them downstairs. He checked them in with the front desk for safe keeping, and received a receipt.
They left the hotel together and found a pharmacy nearby where they purchased sunscreen. Nate knew of a small café/deli where he bought sandwiches, grapes, cheese, and bottled water and put the food into the pillowcase for a picnic. They took the subway one stop west to Landungsbrucken, close to Nate's apartment, and there they descended a long escalator and transferred to the northbound train to Saarlandstrasse. Within an hour of leaving the hotel room, they arrived at Stadparkese, a park with a small lake in the middle of the city where locals flock to sunbathe. It is not so much of a beach as it is a grass lawn with a small sandy patch on one side. Most of the lake shores are grass sloping down to the water.
Nate guided the girls toward a smaller hill along the east side of the lake nestled between two groves of trees, and the girls instantly understood his motives when they realized all the women in this small area were topless. He found an unclaimed area on the hill sloping toward the water, and spread out the king sized blanket on the grass. He pulled off his pants, revealing his swim trunks underneath. The girls followed suit by stripping down to their bikinis. Nate then took off his shirt, and told the girls they also had to go topless. They mounted a weak argument, but when looking all around at the topless women, they capitulated quickly, and removed their bikini tops. He pulled out two bottles of sunscreen and handed one to the girls while Nate applied the other to his pale white skin. The girls took turns covering each other's backs, and Nate asked Briana to do his back. They finally settled on the oversized blanket, and relaxed in the early midday sun.
An hour later Pavlina sat up and said she needed to use the bathroom. She grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it over her head and stood up. Nate told her to walk along the lakeshore to the boat rental shack they passed to get to their current site. There were washrooms there, he explained. She put her shoes on and disappeared around the grove of trees toward the boat rentals.
Briana, still topless, rolled onto her side, and faced Nate. She took the opportunity while she was alone with him to broach the subject of her latest crisis. "Nate do you think you can loan me the money for this London debt thing?" She spoke in English.
