Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me, this is fan fiction, not for profit.
Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
What Women Really Want?
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The radio talk show host laughed. "Well ladies," he said to the radio audience "there's a new survey out on what women really want."
The co-host asked archly "Whatever could it be William?"
"Well, before I tell you the survey results Susan," he replied "I'll ask you for your opinion. Which would you prefer? A girl's night out with your mates or something more tangible… a material item… say jewelry, perfume or shoes?"
The female co-host was hemming and hawing over her choice and the male host was answering phone call responses gleefully. No two women calling in to the talk show had the same answer by the time Abby pulled the mini into the parking space at the shopping mall garage. Abby turned off the ignition and the radio abruptly silenced.
"A girl's night out of course," said Abby with a smile to the other women in the car, "shoes or any of that other stuff can't talk."
"It's a fallacious question," replied Emily as she opened the car door and stepped out. "You can have both. Like right now, we're all going out, together, and we know Jess is going to buy shoes."
Jess climbed out of the back seat to stand next to Emily. She looked across the roof of the small car at Abby.
"What do you mean shoes don't talk?" Jess asked.
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