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Authors: Lacey London
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I await her response, silently praying for the waiter to bring me a margarita too.
‘Honey, it’s OK.’ Flinging her arms around my neck, she pulls me in tight. ‘And just so you know, I put a lot of thought into choosing those treatments.’ Loosening her vice like grip, she flashes me a devilish grin. ‘A lot of thought.’
Oh my God! She did mean for me to have a horrible time! I can’t believe it!
‘That’s what I like to see, my two favourite girls getting along.’ Oliver leans over and ruffles our hair like a pair of naughty school kids.
‘Hey, amigo! Where are those margaritas at?’ Randy yells at the busy barman.
Now that is a question I would really like to know the answer to.
Chapter 16
‘I’m not feeling too comfortable with this.’ As the speedboat zooms away from the shore, I feel my stomach start to churn.
Why did I agree to this? Why can I never just say no? Watching Janie get fastened into her harness whilst wearing the world’s shortest denim hot pants, I am suddenly reminded why. Over a beautiful Italian meal last night, Randy spontaneously announced that he had booked us all on to a parasailing trip.
Apparently my lovely, thoughtful boyfriend had failed to mention that I am petrified of heights. At first I politely declined, but was then tormented by an intoxicated Janie for being a baby. After finally giving in, I spent all night tossing and turning with worry and now that it is actually happening, I really don’t think that I can go through with it.
‘Clara, come on. It’s fun! Once you get up there you will love it! I promise.’ Oliver rubs my back encouragingly as I curl my toes in the sand, trying to think of an excuse to get out of it.
Seeing the speedboat coming back our way, I try to stop my stomach from doing flips. ‘What happens if the wire breaks?’
‘The wire won’t break.’ Laughing, Oliver kicks off his flip flops and wades into the water confidently.
‘Wait a minute!’ I shout out to him, my voice noticeably higher than normal. ‘What if it does break?’
‘Clara, for the love of God. The wire will not break. Now get your ass out here.’ Clambering up the steps onto the boat, he signals for me to come over.
Fiddling with the buckle on my sandal for a little longer than necessary, I begrudgingly follow his lead, praying that I survive this.
The moment my feet land on the boat, I feel horrendously nauseas. Did I not mention that I also get terribly sea sick? Willing myself not vomit, I try to focus on my breathing. In through the nose and out through the mouth. I am zoned out that much, that I don’t even notice the very cute man buckling me into a worryingly worn out harness.
‘Is this it?’ I ask, pointing to the flimsy fastening. ‘Is this all that will be keeping me safe?’
‘No! You will also be needing this.’ I take the life vest and eye it up carefully, trying not to be alarmed at the faint hissing sound.
‘All ready?’ An excited Oliver asks, grabbing my hand.
‘As ready as I’ll ever be.’
Not wanting to look up, I keep my eyes fixed firmly on my wobbly knees. The instructor reels off safety instructions, but I try my best to block them out. My nerves are not helped by the fact that the patchwork life vest and dodgy old whistle are my only hopes of survival.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as the engine starts to roar. I actually cannot believe that I am doing this. The wind starts to pick up at an alarming pace, causing my feet to slowly lift off the boat. Feeling myself start to sway back and forth, I will myself not to vomit. The last time I felt like this was on a dodgy fairground ride in 1998.
‘Clara! Open your eyes! You gotta see this!’ Oliver’s animated voice travels through the air and I cautiously peel open one eye.
Oh my God! How did we get this high so quickly? Looking down at the sparkling water below us, I am suddenly very aware that the only thing holding me up is a threadbare wire, in a very
‘Honey, it’s OK.’ Flinging her arms around my neck, she pulls me in tight. ‘And just so you know, I put a lot of thought into choosing those treatments.’ Loosening her vice like grip, she flashes me a devilish grin. ‘A lot of thought.’
Oh my God! She did mean for me to have a horrible time! I can’t believe it!
‘That’s what I like to see, my two favourite girls getting along.’ Oliver leans over and ruffles our hair like a pair of naughty school kids.
‘Hey, amigo! Where are those margaritas at?’ Randy yells at the busy barman.
Now that is a question I would really like to know the answer to.
Chapter 16
‘I’m not feeling too comfortable with this.’ As the speedboat zooms away from the shore, I feel my stomach start to churn.
Why did I agree to this? Why can I never just say no? Watching Janie get fastened into her harness whilst wearing the world’s shortest denim hot pants, I am suddenly reminded why. Over a beautiful Italian meal last night, Randy spontaneously announced that he had booked us all on to a parasailing trip.
Apparently my lovely, thoughtful boyfriend had failed to mention that I am petrified of heights. At first I politely declined, but was then tormented by an intoxicated Janie for being a baby. After finally giving in, I spent all night tossing and turning with worry and now that it is actually happening, I really don’t think that I can go through with it.
‘Clara, come on. It’s fun! Once you get up there you will love it! I promise.’ Oliver rubs my back encouragingly as I curl my toes in the sand, trying to think of an excuse to get out of it.
Seeing the speedboat coming back our way, I try to stop my stomach from doing flips. ‘What happens if the wire breaks?’
‘The wire won’t break.’ Laughing, Oliver kicks off his flip flops and wades into the water confidently.
‘Wait a minute!’ I shout out to him, my voice noticeably higher than normal. ‘What if it does break?’
‘Clara, for the love of God. The wire will not break. Now get your ass out here.’ Clambering up the steps onto the boat, he signals for me to come over.
Fiddling with the buckle on my sandal for a little longer than necessary, I begrudgingly follow his lead, praying that I survive this.
The moment my feet land on the boat, I feel horrendously nauseas. Did I not mention that I also get terribly sea sick? Willing myself not vomit, I try to focus on my breathing. In through the nose and out through the mouth. I am zoned out that much, that I don’t even notice the very cute man buckling me into a worryingly worn out harness.
‘Is this it?’ I ask, pointing to the flimsy fastening. ‘Is this all that will be keeping me safe?’
‘No! You will also be needing this.’ I take the life vest and eye it up carefully, trying not to be alarmed at the faint hissing sound.
‘All ready?’ An excited Oliver asks, grabbing my hand.
‘As ready as I’ll ever be.’
Not wanting to look up, I keep my eyes fixed firmly on my wobbly knees. The instructor reels off safety instructions, but I try my best to block them out. My nerves are not helped by the fact that the patchwork life vest and dodgy old whistle are my only hopes of survival.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as the engine starts to roar. I actually cannot believe that I am doing this. The wind starts to pick up at an alarming pace, causing my feet to slowly lift off the boat. Feeling myself start to sway back and forth, I will myself not to vomit. The last time I felt like this was on a dodgy fairground ride in 1998.
‘Clara! Open your eyes! You gotta see this!’ Oliver’s animated voice travels through the air and I cautiously peel open one eye.
Oh my God! How did we get this high so quickly? Looking down at the sparkling water below us, I am suddenly very aware that the only thing holding me up is a threadbare wire, in a very
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