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Authors: Lance Zarimba
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a daylong event, so plan ahead. I heard it has some great places to take underwater photos, so sign up soon. Only a limited amount of people can go on each of these trips. So come and visit me at the Club Fred table and sign up today."
John handed the microphone back to Gary.
"Hi, I'm Gary.” He flexed his muscles. “And I'm in charge of the resort's activities. I'll help you set up volleyball games, horseback riding, wind surfing, boogie boarding. Anything you can think of doing at the resort."
A bunch of catcalls, hootings, and laughter burst from the crowd.
"Aw, come on guys! Get your minds out of the gutter.” He smiled. “Unless you take me along with you."
More hoots and hollering followed, along with some suggestions. I could feel my face beginning to turn red, and not due to the heat.
Gary tried to talk, but the crowd continued its uproar. Realizing that he was unable to regain control, he gave the microphone back to Mike.
"Hey guys, listen up. We're almost done here, and then you can go back to your fun.” He took a deep breath. “Meals are served in blocks of time, make sure you eat then, because the cooks aren't able to make you anything special. Also, in this heat, we can't leave the food out all day."
Boos came again.
"As you may have noticed on the bus ride here, there aren't any restaurants within walking distance. There isn't anything within walking distance. So you'd better eat when you have the chance.” He raised his arms up in apology. “And you need to eat if you plan on drinking. You can dehydrate in this heat if you don't drink enough water and if you drink too much alcohol. Before you ‘boo’ me, you are all adults here, and I'm not your mother, so be responsible, but have fun. You're on vacation!"
Mike glanced at his watch. “I don't want to waste any more of your time, but there are pre- and post-supper shows every night, and a disco and piano bar after the shows. The daily schedule will have all that information. You can read that for yourselves. Go enjoy and have fun. Don't forget to come see one of us if there is a problem, or if you'd like to buy a Club Fred souvenir. Thanks for listening.” Gabriel's horn blasted again as the crowd dispersed, and I headed over to the bar.
Geoff the GO was bartending. “What can I get you for, mon?"
"Two bottled waters."
"You hittin’ the hard stuff too early, mon. Take it easy.” He gave me a toothy grin. “No more bodies on the beach, huh?"
"Oh, there are bodies on the beach, but all alive and well.” Burnt, but alive.
He handed me two Agua Pure bottles and turned to the next customer.
I walked away and stopped in my tracks. I hadn't paid for the drinks.
Mike was walking by and stopped at my puzzled look. “Something wrong?"
"I didn't pay for these drinks,” I said, sheepishly showing him the bottles.
"You did already. They're included in the resort price, so help yourself.” He looked at the two bottles. “Let me know if I can do anything for you, and...” his voice dipped down to a whisper, “can you keep last night under wraps? I don't want to spoil anyone's vacation with a...a drowning so early in the week. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks, bud. See you around and watch out for the sun."
"Thanks,” I said and walked off. My pallor must be a novelty to him.
I retraced my path and as soon as my feet hit the sand, I jumped back into the rinsing pool. In the short time I had been at the meeting and the bar, the beach had gotten even hotter, if that was possible. I looked down the long stretch to my chair. Guys were lying on the towels that I had hop-scotched across earlier. So much for my return trip.
I walked back to the Club Fred table. John with the long hair was manning the booth. His tan body glistened with oil as he lay back, stretching out in his chair soaking up the sun. “Can I help you?"
"I would like a...” I looked at the piles of towels and T-shirts. “Do you have any sandals?"
"Nope."
"Do you
John handed the microphone back to Gary.
"Hi, I'm Gary.” He flexed his muscles. “And I'm in charge of the resort's activities. I'll help you set up volleyball games, horseback riding, wind surfing, boogie boarding. Anything you can think of doing at the resort."
A bunch of catcalls, hootings, and laughter burst from the crowd.
"Aw, come on guys! Get your minds out of the gutter.” He smiled. “Unless you take me along with you."
More hoots and hollering followed, along with some suggestions. I could feel my face beginning to turn red, and not due to the heat.
Gary tried to talk, but the crowd continued its uproar. Realizing that he was unable to regain control, he gave the microphone back to Mike.
"Hey guys, listen up. We're almost done here, and then you can go back to your fun.” He took a deep breath. “Meals are served in blocks of time, make sure you eat then, because the cooks aren't able to make you anything special. Also, in this heat, we can't leave the food out all day."
Boos came again.
"As you may have noticed on the bus ride here, there aren't any restaurants within walking distance. There isn't anything within walking distance. So you'd better eat when you have the chance.” He raised his arms up in apology. “And you need to eat if you plan on drinking. You can dehydrate in this heat if you don't drink enough water and if you drink too much alcohol. Before you ‘boo’ me, you are all adults here, and I'm not your mother, so be responsible, but have fun. You're on vacation!"
Mike glanced at his watch. “I don't want to waste any more of your time, but there are pre- and post-supper shows every night, and a disco and piano bar after the shows. The daily schedule will have all that information. You can read that for yourselves. Go enjoy and have fun. Don't forget to come see one of us if there is a problem, or if you'd like to buy a Club Fred souvenir. Thanks for listening.” Gabriel's horn blasted again as the crowd dispersed, and I headed over to the bar.
Geoff the GO was bartending. “What can I get you for, mon?"
"Two bottled waters."
"You hittin’ the hard stuff too early, mon. Take it easy.” He gave me a toothy grin. “No more bodies on the beach, huh?"
"Oh, there are bodies on the beach, but all alive and well.” Burnt, but alive.
He handed me two Agua Pure bottles and turned to the next customer.
I walked away and stopped in my tracks. I hadn't paid for the drinks.
Mike was walking by and stopped at my puzzled look. “Something wrong?"
"I didn't pay for these drinks,” I said, sheepishly showing him the bottles.
"You did already. They're included in the resort price, so help yourself.” He looked at the two bottles. “Let me know if I can do anything for you, and...” his voice dipped down to a whisper, “can you keep last night under wraps? I don't want to spoil anyone's vacation with a...a drowning so early in the week. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks, bud. See you around and watch out for the sun."
"Thanks,” I said and walked off. My pallor must be a novelty to him.
I retraced my path and as soon as my feet hit the sand, I jumped back into the rinsing pool. In the short time I had been at the meeting and the bar, the beach had gotten even hotter, if that was possible. I looked down the long stretch to my chair. Guys were lying on the towels that I had hop-scotched across earlier. So much for my return trip.
I walked back to the Club Fred table. John with the long hair was manning the booth. His tan body glistened with oil as he lay back, stretching out in his chair soaking up the sun. “Can I help you?"
"I would like a...” I looked at the piles of towels and T-shirts. “Do you have any sandals?"
"Nope."
"Do you
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