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what’s-his-name did.”
“You know his name’s David—same as yours. And it wasn’t his fault.” She lifted on tiptoes to give her boyfriend a light peck on the nose. “But I do appreciate having my own personal Superman.”
The family spent the next day at the wildlife refuge. Jen and D wandered off together along the trails, spotting lots of birds and turtles and a few alligators. They even had a lucky otter sighting. In the evening, the two of them stayed back at the condo to help D’s parents prepare dinner—guys at the grill and girls in the kitchen—while Tim and George wreaked havoc at the small pool downstairs.
Jen enjoyed the sedate, family-oriented nature of the trip. She felt very adult and civilized accepting a mixed drink from Mr. Spencer and sipping it slowly rather than slamming it with the sole aim of getting drunk. There were times, however, during the next few days when she lay by the pool or strolled along the beach that she longed for the wildness of her Daytona Beach trip. She could hardly believe it had only been two years earlier.
Her friend Chris was down the coastline all the way past the tip of Florida at the Keys. After tiring of a two-on-two Nerf ball game on the beach with D and his brothers, Jen left them to go back to the condo and pour herself a margarita. D’s parents were out visiting friends in Cape Coral. Taking her drink down to the pool, she called Chris.
“Whassuuuup!” her friend bellowed.
Jen laughed. “Did you time travel, too? I thought people stopped saying that a decade ago.”
“People will never stop saying that.” Background music blared through the phone.
“Sounds like you’re having fun.”
“I’m on a boat, muthah fuckah!” Chris went on to sing several lyrics from the Lonely Island song, and then said, “So come on, send me pics of Big Delicious in a Speedo.”
“He doesn’t wear a Speedo!”
“Fine—I’ll accept naked shots.”
“You wish.” During the conversation, Jen took several large gulps of her drink, and soon it was empty. She sucked on the ice cubes after hanging up, laying back and daydreaming about hot margarita models with crystalized salt across their pecks. A shadow crossed over her body, blocking the heat of the sun’s rays.
“Something about that smile makes me think you’re up to no good,” D said.
Jen squinted up at him, getting an idea. “Let’s do body shots!” She was up and off the lounger, grabbing her boyfriend’s hand and attempting to pull him toward the building.
D stood rock still. “Yup, I was right—no good.”
“Come on. We’re young. It’s spring break. We have to be at least a little bit naughty.”
“And if my parents walk in while I’m sucking tequila out of your belly button?”
Jen giggled, walking her fingers up his chest and leaning into him. Rising onto tiptoes, she tickled her lips against his ear, whispering, “It’d be worth it.”
“Y’know what you need? “ D asked, scooping an arm behind her knees and lifting her.
“What?”
“This.” He walked over to the pool and tossed her in.
Jen barely thought to suck in her breath before her body submerged in the icy liquid. She broke the surface, spluttering. The only verbal response she could muster was an indignant grunt.
“Sorry, beautiful. I did it to preserve your dignity.”
Jen doubted very much she was any kind of dignified as she swiped a clump of hair from across her face and hauled herself up the wobbly ladder. It had been stupid for her to think she could make a move on D in the midst of a Spencer family vacation.
***
When Jen woke on their last full day in Florida, she stepped into the great room to find D crunching on a bowl of cereal. His parents stood near the door, wearing hats and sunglasses.
Mr. Spencer said, “We’re taking a walk down the beach and will stop in at Miller’s Market to have them pack us a picnic lunch. You’re about to be introduced to our annual beach hop, Jen. We visit
“You know his name’s David—same as yours. And it wasn’t his fault.” She lifted on tiptoes to give her boyfriend a light peck on the nose. “But I do appreciate having my own personal Superman.”
The family spent the next day at the wildlife refuge. Jen and D wandered off together along the trails, spotting lots of birds and turtles and a few alligators. They even had a lucky otter sighting. In the evening, the two of them stayed back at the condo to help D’s parents prepare dinner—guys at the grill and girls in the kitchen—while Tim and George wreaked havoc at the small pool downstairs.
Jen enjoyed the sedate, family-oriented nature of the trip. She felt very adult and civilized accepting a mixed drink from Mr. Spencer and sipping it slowly rather than slamming it with the sole aim of getting drunk. There were times, however, during the next few days when she lay by the pool or strolled along the beach that she longed for the wildness of her Daytona Beach trip. She could hardly believe it had only been two years earlier.
Her friend Chris was down the coastline all the way past the tip of Florida at the Keys. After tiring of a two-on-two Nerf ball game on the beach with D and his brothers, Jen left them to go back to the condo and pour herself a margarita. D’s parents were out visiting friends in Cape Coral. Taking her drink down to the pool, she called Chris.
“Whassuuuup!” her friend bellowed.
Jen laughed. “Did you time travel, too? I thought people stopped saying that a decade ago.”
“People will never stop saying that.” Background music blared through the phone.
“Sounds like you’re having fun.”
“I’m on a boat, muthah fuckah!” Chris went on to sing several lyrics from the Lonely Island song, and then said, “So come on, send me pics of Big Delicious in a Speedo.”
“He doesn’t wear a Speedo!”
“Fine—I’ll accept naked shots.”
“You wish.” During the conversation, Jen took several large gulps of her drink, and soon it was empty. She sucked on the ice cubes after hanging up, laying back and daydreaming about hot margarita models with crystalized salt across their pecks. A shadow crossed over her body, blocking the heat of the sun’s rays.
“Something about that smile makes me think you’re up to no good,” D said.
Jen squinted up at him, getting an idea. “Let’s do body shots!” She was up and off the lounger, grabbing her boyfriend’s hand and attempting to pull him toward the building.
D stood rock still. “Yup, I was right—no good.”
“Come on. We’re young. It’s spring break. We have to be at least a little bit naughty.”
“And if my parents walk in while I’m sucking tequila out of your belly button?”
Jen giggled, walking her fingers up his chest and leaning into him. Rising onto tiptoes, she tickled her lips against his ear, whispering, “It’d be worth it.”
“Y’know what you need? “ D asked, scooping an arm behind her knees and lifting her.
“What?”
“This.” He walked over to the pool and tossed her in.
Jen barely thought to suck in her breath before her body submerged in the icy liquid. She broke the surface, spluttering. The only verbal response she could muster was an indignant grunt.
“Sorry, beautiful. I did it to preserve your dignity.”
Jen doubted very much she was any kind of dignified as she swiped a clump of hair from across her face and hauled herself up the wobbly ladder. It had been stupid for her to think she could make a move on D in the midst of a Spencer family vacation.
***
When Jen woke on their last full day in Florida, she stepped into the great room to find D crunching on a bowl of cereal. His parents stood near the door, wearing hats and sunglasses.
Mr. Spencer said, “We’re taking a walk down the beach and will stop in at Miller’s Market to have them pack us a picnic lunch. You’re about to be introduced to our annual beach hop, Jen. We visit
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