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encounter three, obviously college age, guys.  I’m only twenty-seven, but I’m surprised by how young they seem.  Young and carefree. 
    If it is, indeed, possible to be eye-fucked, Jules and I were getting eye-gang-banged.  The three cuties, (yes, it’s true, way cute), gave us both the once over as we passed them on the bridge.
    “Wait! Where you going?” one of them said.
    Are they talking to us?
    I turn, push my sunglasses down my nose to peek over them, and with the same hand point to myself.
    “Us?” I ask.
    “Yeah,” another one of the guys says. “You abandoning us when we just got here?  It’s not fair.”
    We laugh out loud, wave them off and keep walking toward the condo.
    The first guy calls out after us, “No, really, where ya goin’?  You look so fine this morning.  Don’t deprive us.”
    I think I have giggled more this morning than I have in years.  I’ve also not had this much obvious attention from any man other than my husband in a while.  It’s weird and flattering.  It feels good to be silly.
    The guys don’t stop.  They have continued to yell to us. “Don’t leave.” “Come to the pool tonight.” And my favorite, just because it made Jules squeel and grab my arm in disbelief, “Shit, did you see that blonde?… Holy fuck!… she was so HOT!”
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                  We’re going to the pool tonight.  Not because the Spring Break guys invited us there, but because tonight we’ve decided to cook out.  The resort has a large pavilion with gas grills, available for any of the guests to use.  It’s adjacent to the pool, so you can cook, drink, look at the view and take a dip in the pool if you get too warm. 
    Steaks, grilled corn and sliced tomatoes are on the menu for tonight – one of my favorite summertime meals.  I’m in charge of the grilling.  Jules is sipping on a travel cup full of sweet tea and lounging in the sand at the shallow end of the pool, singing along to the music that’s playing on the speakers.  I think the song is, “Like a G6.”  Pool music.  She looks over to smile and make a face at me while I cook.  Just as I call to her that our dinner is ready and begin to take the steaks off the grill, I notice that she has been joined by two of the Spring Break guys from the bridge this morning.
                  “Okay, guys, I gotta go. You heard the lady.  Dinnertime!” Jules informs them.
                  One of them looks up toward me and gives me an up-nod.  Then I realize he’s responding to the guy at the grill beside me.  College guy number three.  I didn’t even know he was there.  He was so quiet and I was busy grilling and watching Jules.  He seems less rowdy than the other two.  Light brown hair that’s cut in a short, preppy style.  Behind his hipster glasses, he has some of the darkest brown eyes I’ve ever seen.  He’s about Davis’ height, but with a narrower frame.
                  “Looks like it’s our dinnertime, too,” I hear the guy that looked up, say to his friend and Jules.
    The larger of the guys walking over with Jules says, “Let’s all eat together.”
                  Before I can open my mouth, Jules responds, “Sure.”
                  It will be a table for five in the pavilion tonight.
                  I introduce myself to Spring Break guy number three, the cook, “Hey, I’m Biz.  Looks like we’re having dinner together.”
                  He lowers his head, smiles shyly, and steps toward me.  I notice he wipes his hand on his baggy cargo shorts before offering it to me to shake it.  He makes eye contact briefly, only once our hands touch, and says, “Nice to meet you.  My name is Quarter.”
                  I’ve never heard anyone with that name before. “Quarter? Is that a family name?” I ask.
                  Jules and the other boys have made their way to our