she was anyone else I probably would have played a practical joke and drawn a penis on her in sunscreen after she fell asleep, but the rulebook of life clearly stated you couldn’t do that to your mother. Especially if she had a vengeful streak as nasty as Allison.
When I was five, I switched the sugar and salt in her shakers.
Yeah, I was a little shit even back then.
Anyway, in retaliation, she outed me as a bed wetter. Granted, it was only to a couple of other five year olds, but I’m telling you, her revenge has a nasty bite.
She grunted her ascent and then grabbed my brush to drag it through her hair. I dunked my toothbrush under the stream of water coming from the faucet and scrubbed every tooth in the standard circular motion.
Allison reached for a huge claw clip and twisted her hair into it just as I was finishing brushing my teeth.
I wiped my face with the hand towel and then asked, “So how was Wade?”
Allison rubbed her face with both hands, no doubt trying to make the sleepiness take a hike, and mumbled, “Nice. Really hot. That’s about all I know so far. He’s pretty closed off with personal information.”
“I noticed that too. Kind of like he presents an answer like it’s really simple, doesn’t say anything else about it, and then moves on before you can ask another question.”
“Exactly,” she agreed. “Well, he’s friendly at least.”
“And doesn’t have bad breath or man boobs,” I added.
“True story,” she acquiesced, adding, “Maybe he’s just the quiet type. That wouldn’t be so terrible. It’s even on the list.”
I nodded absently and left the bathroom, stewing in my own thoughts about the list.
Gathering my stuff that I would need down at the beach, I noticed that, thankfully, Danny had put my kindle back in my tote bag last night before leaving the room.
Sitting on the beach without it would be sacrilegious. And really boring.
Especially since the ocean and I weren’t best friends.
Who was I kidding? We weren’t even frenemies.
It made you all sticky and salty when you came out, sharks lived there, and oh yeah, the waves beat the ever loving hell out of you if you didn’t time your escape from them just right. I went in a maximum of knee deep and only at brief and infrequent intervals used to cool off.
No, being a surfer babe wasn’t in the cards for me.
Also, I was looking forward to re-reading a few more books and doing a little more research.
Confusion had started to set in since we got here, and I found myself asking, “What am I really looking for?”
And wasn’t that a heavy fucking question for this early in the morning.
After reading the wonderfulness of Sweet Dreams for an hour on my back, and then flipping over to read for another hour on my stomach, I flopped gracelessly to my back again, closed my kindle and dropped it into my bag to keep it out of the sun, and closed my eyes behind the shade of my sunglasses.
Allison, the poor girl, really must have been worn out, as she’d been passed out since we got out here, only grunting in annoyance when I poked her to let her know she should roll over.
I was just on the precipice of falling into a nice little cat nap, when the sun disappeared, the sudden change in light grabbing my attention and forcing me to open my eyes.
When what I found blocking out the sun turned out to be a very large man looming over me, I screamed an only slightly muted version of bloody murder. My hands flailed, and I fell gracelessly out of my chair, my body belly flopping onto the ground next to me with sand spraying out in every direction.
The sound of my terror woke Allison from a sound sleep suddenly, causing her to lash out, her whole body jumping and spasming as a scream of her own came streaking out of her mouth. She too found herself out of her chair, but in the process, her flailing leg did a sweep and took out our would be assailant right at the knees.
His body went flying, and he landed flat
When I was five, I switched the sugar and salt in her shakers.
Yeah, I was a little shit even back then.
Anyway, in retaliation, she outed me as a bed wetter. Granted, it was only to a couple of other five year olds, but I’m telling you, her revenge has a nasty bite.
She grunted her ascent and then grabbed my brush to drag it through her hair. I dunked my toothbrush under the stream of water coming from the faucet and scrubbed every tooth in the standard circular motion.
Allison reached for a huge claw clip and twisted her hair into it just as I was finishing brushing my teeth.
I wiped my face with the hand towel and then asked, “So how was Wade?”
Allison rubbed her face with both hands, no doubt trying to make the sleepiness take a hike, and mumbled, “Nice. Really hot. That’s about all I know so far. He’s pretty closed off with personal information.”
“I noticed that too. Kind of like he presents an answer like it’s really simple, doesn’t say anything else about it, and then moves on before you can ask another question.”
“Exactly,” she agreed. “Well, he’s friendly at least.”
“And doesn’t have bad breath or man boobs,” I added.
“True story,” she acquiesced, adding, “Maybe he’s just the quiet type. That wouldn’t be so terrible. It’s even on the list.”
I nodded absently and left the bathroom, stewing in my own thoughts about the list.
Gathering my stuff that I would need down at the beach, I noticed that, thankfully, Danny had put my kindle back in my tote bag last night before leaving the room.
Sitting on the beach without it would be sacrilegious. And really boring.
Especially since the ocean and I weren’t best friends.
Who was I kidding? We weren’t even frenemies.
It made you all sticky and salty when you came out, sharks lived there, and oh yeah, the waves beat the ever loving hell out of you if you didn’t time your escape from them just right. I went in a maximum of knee deep and only at brief and infrequent intervals used to cool off.
No, being a surfer babe wasn’t in the cards for me.
Also, I was looking forward to re-reading a few more books and doing a little more research.
Confusion had started to set in since we got here, and I found myself asking, “What am I really looking for?”
And wasn’t that a heavy fucking question for this early in the morning.
After reading the wonderfulness of Sweet Dreams for an hour on my back, and then flipping over to read for another hour on my stomach, I flopped gracelessly to my back again, closed my kindle and dropped it into my bag to keep it out of the sun, and closed my eyes behind the shade of my sunglasses.
Allison, the poor girl, really must have been worn out, as she’d been passed out since we got out here, only grunting in annoyance when I poked her to let her know she should roll over.
I was just on the precipice of falling into a nice little cat nap, when the sun disappeared, the sudden change in light grabbing my attention and forcing me to open my eyes.
When what I found blocking out the sun turned out to be a very large man looming over me, I screamed an only slightly muted version of bloody murder. My hands flailed, and I fell gracelessly out of my chair, my body belly flopping onto the ground next to me with sand spraying out in every direction.
The sound of my terror woke Allison from a sound sleep suddenly, causing her to lash out, her whole body jumping and spasming as a scream of her own came streaking out of her mouth. She too found herself out of her chair, but in the process, her flailing leg did a sweep and took out our would be assailant right at the knees.
His body went flying, and he landed flat
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