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again for the hundredth time, disappointed.
Then she caught sight of a white plume rolling across the waters to her. A wake? A boat?
She stood up, hearing a motor, and scanned the darkness. Then she saw it. A motorboat. Two motorboats. Coming in their direction.
Now, not wanting to look too eager, she sat back down again on the sand. And that was okay, because the other girls were standing up, peering at the boats.
“I think they’re coming this way,” Miriam said in disbelief.
“Are they?” Cheryl said anxiously. “I’m going back up.”
Rachel cast a glance at Cheryl, who was decently clothed. Fortunately no one had yet gone swimming tonight. “Just stay here. Wait.”
Cheryl paused and the girls all watched as the two boats came close and cut their engines. Then they began to drift towards the shore.
“Hi there,” came a voice from one of them.
Rachel stood up, attempting languidness. “Taylor?” she called.
“The same,” the familiar voice said, and the twins exchanged delighted glances.
“You took your sweet time,” Rachel said.
“Sorry.”
“Well, come on in.”
“Where’s the best place to pull up?” a voice from the other boat asked. Rachel recognized Keith Kramer and smiled to herself.
“There’s a deep spot there, under the willows. Maybe if you can get the nose of the boat in there…”
“All right,” Taylor said.
The other girls had been listening to this exchange in silence. Rachel glanced at them. “Relax. It’s just Keith and Taylor from school,” she said. “Who else is with you?” she called.
“Rich and Pete.”
“Pete! Omigosh, hi Pete!” Prisca’s voice came shrilly from further up the beach. She scrambled down, her green dress shimmering in the moonlight. She was wearing far more makeup than she could have gotten away with either at Bayside Christian or in front of her father, and looking much more mature than her fifteen years. It was actually a bit scary.
“Hi Prisca,” Pete said. “Uh, wow, you’re dressed up.”
“Oh, yeah, sort of. I was just trying it on. What are you doing here?”
“Rachel told us to come by, so we did.”
All the girls looked at Rachel, who, raising an eyebrow, smiled. Taylor was edging his boat towards the willows. After a bit of maneuvering, he managed to get close enough for him to stagger onto the shore, followed by Pete and Rich, who were seniors like Rachel and Cheryl. The second boat followed, and Keith Kramer and Alan Vonnegun got out.
“Hey Alan,” Rachel said. “Glad you could make it.”
“So am I,” he said. “Hey, when are you going to get me that CD?”
She laughed. Alan was a good friend: she was glad he had come along. “I’ll get it to you.”
“So what are you girls up to?” Taylor asked as he reached the girls.
Rachel grinned. “Escaping parental supervision.”
“Seriously? Are all of you down here?”
“Yes. Like I told you, we’ve been doing this for the past couple weeks or so. It’s been fun, but you know, it’s always great to have company.” She smiled artfully at Keith, who flushed.
Taylor was checking out the beach. “This is really private. Your parents can’t see you from the house, can they?”
“No. Their bedroom faces the other way. I’m glad you cut your motors when you did. Just in case they could hear anything.”
Rachel was dying to get off the beach, but she saw some preliminary socializing would be in order. So she sat down on the sand while the girls clustered around Taylor, Alan, Pete and Rich, chatting eagerly.
“So how did you make it out here?” Rachel asked, as Keith Kramer sat down beside her.
“Oh, my parents went to bed. Then I just took off,” Keith said, with some exaggerated casualness. Rachel could see that he was reveling in the freedom of this nighttime adventure.
“And your parents let you take the boat out at night?” Rachel said innocently.
“Well, not exactly,” he said, “but if I fill up the tank with
Then she caught sight of a white plume rolling across the waters to her. A wake? A boat?
She stood up, hearing a motor, and scanned the darkness. Then she saw it. A motorboat. Two motorboats. Coming in their direction.
Now, not wanting to look too eager, she sat back down again on the sand. And that was okay, because the other girls were standing up, peering at the boats.
“I think they’re coming this way,” Miriam said in disbelief.
“Are they?” Cheryl said anxiously. “I’m going back up.”
Rachel cast a glance at Cheryl, who was decently clothed. Fortunately no one had yet gone swimming tonight. “Just stay here. Wait.”
Cheryl paused and the girls all watched as the two boats came close and cut their engines. Then they began to drift towards the shore.
“Hi there,” came a voice from one of them.
Rachel stood up, attempting languidness. “Taylor?” she called.
“The same,” the familiar voice said, and the twins exchanged delighted glances.
“You took your sweet time,” Rachel said.
“Sorry.”
“Well, come on in.”
“Where’s the best place to pull up?” a voice from the other boat asked. Rachel recognized Keith Kramer and smiled to herself.
“There’s a deep spot there, under the willows. Maybe if you can get the nose of the boat in there…”
“All right,” Taylor said.
The other girls had been listening to this exchange in silence. Rachel glanced at them. “Relax. It’s just Keith and Taylor from school,” she said. “Who else is with you?” she called.
“Rich and Pete.”
“Pete! Omigosh, hi Pete!” Prisca’s voice came shrilly from further up the beach. She scrambled down, her green dress shimmering in the moonlight. She was wearing far more makeup than she could have gotten away with either at Bayside Christian or in front of her father, and looking much more mature than her fifteen years. It was actually a bit scary.
“Hi Prisca,” Pete said. “Uh, wow, you’re dressed up.”
“Oh, yeah, sort of. I was just trying it on. What are you doing here?”
“Rachel told us to come by, so we did.”
All the girls looked at Rachel, who, raising an eyebrow, smiled. Taylor was edging his boat towards the willows. After a bit of maneuvering, he managed to get close enough for him to stagger onto the shore, followed by Pete and Rich, who were seniors like Rachel and Cheryl. The second boat followed, and Keith Kramer and Alan Vonnegun got out.
“Hey Alan,” Rachel said. “Glad you could make it.”
“So am I,” he said. “Hey, when are you going to get me that CD?”
She laughed. Alan was a good friend: she was glad he had come along. “I’ll get it to you.”
“So what are you girls up to?” Taylor asked as he reached the girls.
Rachel grinned. “Escaping parental supervision.”
“Seriously? Are all of you down here?”
“Yes. Like I told you, we’ve been doing this for the past couple weeks or so. It’s been fun, but you know, it’s always great to have company.” She smiled artfully at Keith, who flushed.
Taylor was checking out the beach. “This is really private. Your parents can’t see you from the house, can they?”
“No. Their bedroom faces the other way. I’m glad you cut your motors when you did. Just in case they could hear anything.”
Rachel was dying to get off the beach, but she saw some preliminary socializing would be in order. So she sat down on the sand while the girls clustered around Taylor, Alan, Pete and Rich, chatting eagerly.
“So how did you make it out here?” Rachel asked, as Keith Kramer sat down beside her.
“Oh, my parents went to bed. Then I just took off,” Keith said, with some exaggerated casualness. Rachel could see that he was reveling in the freedom of this nighttime adventure.
“And your parents let you take the boat out at night?” Rachel said innocently.
“Well, not exactly,” he said, “but if I fill up the tank with
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