Beeeeooootifooool Girls

Mid-March found Angelina and Sharmaine in Europe for the first time, searching the side-streets of Rome for a reasonably-priced pension, a base from which to explore the tourist traps that beckoned.  Mission accomplished, they decided that after the long plane ride, a quick wash was in order.  Angelina left Sharmaine in their quarters and made her way to the communal lavatory to take a shower.  To her chagrin, hot showers were not free, and having no lira to feed the hot-water meter, cold was the only game in town.  It took a great effort to keep from shrieking at the onslaught of frigid water.  She rushed through her ablutions and finished showering in no time flat.  Emerging from the icy bath, skin red and lips blue, she dried off hastily, dressed and retraced her steps to the room.

Rounding the corner, she saw him.  Dressed in striped pajamas in spite of the fact that it was mid-afternoon, he was on his knees at the door to their room, eye to the keyhole, licking his lips lasciviously, and staring at an oblivious Sharmaine. Unaware of Angelina's presence, he switched eyes to get an even better view. "What the heck do you think you're doing, you pervert???"  Red in the face, the culprit sprang to his feet, and muttering under his breath in Italian he scuttled off down the hall.  Entering the room, Angelina snatched several tissues and stuffed them into the keyhole.  

It was Sharmaine's turn to hurry through the torturous douche and once dressed she joined her sister to commence their explorations.  The Trevi Fountain was first on the list of things to see.  Excitedly, they exited the pension and started toward the desired destination.  

At once, they were accosted by two members of the opposite sex.  "Hey, beeeoootifoool girls.Hello, Beeeoootifoools!  Ciao dolcezza.  Where you go? Hello??" They tried their best to ignore the two young men who were intent on getting their attention, but the annoying one-sided dialogue continued. "Pssst. Pssst.  Girls? Bella regazze.  Hello?? Pssst. You are very beeeoootifoool!" Angelina felt the blood rise to her face.  "Let's cross the street," she whispered to Sharmaine.  "I'm getting pissed off!"  So, cross they did. Regrettably, the young romeos followed.  "Pssst. Hello?  Beeeoootifoools??  Hello?"  The incessant chatter didn't cease.  Angelina grabbed Sharmaine by the arm and dragged her back across the street.  "Girls, hey girls? You take our hearts.  Girls?"  Angelina had had the biscuit.  She dug in her bag, brought out her small fruit knife and turning to face their stalkers, waved it in their faces. "Go away! Go away NOW!!!  We don't want you to follow us.  Get lost. We're not interested in men."  Sharmaine added, "We don't want company. We want you to leave us alone.  GO AWAY!!!"  They laughed!  The two young men laughed at them!! Blood now boiling, Angelina spotted a police officer a short distance away. That was it! She'd had enough! Pay-back time!  "Come on, Sharmaine!"

The two girls stormed up to the officer.  "Do you speak English?"  "Yes, I do."  "Oh, good. You see these two men here?"  Angelina indicated the two who had once again pursued them and now, astonishingly, stood not two metres away.  "They won't stop following us! We've told them that we're not interested in men!"  This last statement was directed angrily at the two wanna-be beaus.  "Please, tell them to go away!  We're not interested in men.  We want them to leave us alone!" The officer spoke sternly to the two and they slunk away.  "Oh, thank you. Thank you so much," the sisters said of one accord.  They both heaved sighs of relief. "Thanks again! Goodbye," said Sharmaine.  "Gracie! Bye!" said a smiling Angelina.

"One moment, please," said the poliziotto.  The girls stopped in their tracks and turned back.  "There is a party tonight.  Do you beeeoootifoool girls like to go with me?"