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They both listened to the track without saying anything else. When it finished, Jimmy drained his glass; his departure was imminent. Lori tried to think of something to say to get him to stay here with her longer.

“Why do you drink so much?” she said, instantly realizing it was the worst come-hither line in the history of womanhood.

He set the glass down and leaned on the counter. She did the same, hoping his response would not be too brutal and scathing.

“I have dreams,” he said, “and demons too. When I’m asleep, the demons fade and the dreams come alive. Most days I prefer the world of my dreams. That’s why I’m always a little anxious to get there at the end of the night. Someday my dreams will become my reality…that is the plan anyway."

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“How can you not enjoy every waking moment in a place like this?” she said incredulously.

“Oh, this…this is just a place. Geography alone doesn't do it for me.”

“What does do it for you Jimmy?” Lori surprised herself with this comeback.

This is where you are supposed to kiss me Moron! Don’t make me do it!

Jimmy leaned even closer and Lori let her lips part slightly so she could exhale quietly. He looked deeply into her eyes without blinking.

“Recognition,” he said simply, “I want to go all the way…and by the way, that is exactly what I should be doing right now. My master calls.” He started to stroke her hair, but thought better of it and gave her head a playful rub.

“G’night Star.” Daddies got to go back to the office now.”

“Good meeting,” she said. Jimmy stopped in his tracks, turned around, and smiled.

“Yeah, it was, wasn't it?”

He closed the door behind him and Lori emptied the last of the wine into her glass

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Could’a been a lot better Jimmy-boy. If only you knew.

She left her robe on the stool and walked towards the patio door to look out at the rain. The droplets created circular mini-waves that spread the underlying lights out like rings of florescent fire. She closed her eyes and listened to the rhythm of the storm, taking in the tranquility of the night. When she opened them again, she saw herself in the reflection of the glass, blackened by the night. Lori was surprised at how different she looked from that day upstairs in her mother’s house just a few weeks earlier.

“And he thinks I’m gay!” she said to herself as she went into her room and crawled into bed.

A half-hour later, Jimmy reopened the front door and went back to where they were previously seated. He spotted the robe and lifted it from the stool. Looking over at Lori’s closed door, and hearing no sound of movement or music, he quietly set it down and went back to the guardhouse.

You are such a dumbass! he lamented as he flopped into bed.

Book excerpt Happy Bay

Sandy dried her tears and went back to the hotel for her lunch shift. She saw Jimmy and his wife sitting in beach chairs by the pool. His wife was unusually quiet, slowly leafing through a magazine. Jimmy would cast a furtive glance towards her at times, but she did not acknowledge him. She wanted him left out of what would be playing out later tonight. He needed to attend to his wife and forget about Solange. Solange never truly existed anyway. She was just an island fantasy he would think about from time to time as the years went by. Eventually, she would be forgotten altogether.

Instead of napping before her next shift, Sandy sat on her patio and wrote a letter to each and every person she had befriended on the island. She hoped they would all be read if things did not turn out well for her tonight. Between each letter, she would look out over the grounds and towards the beach.

She felt as if someone was watching her. That scumbag no doubt, she thought to herself as she returned her focus to the letters. He would know better than to try something in broad daylight with all these guests and workers nearby. No, he is waiting patiently for tonight, or making sure I don’t leave. And she would just leave, but there was no place to hide at this point. She had to trust Maisie’s intuition and experience on this.

Sandy realizes she is on a nude beach

She started her run slowly in order to adapt to running barefoot on a giving surface. She wondered if the slope would overdevelop one leg eventually, then laughed when she realized the return trip would guarantee symmetry in that department. There were very few people on the beach this early. Workers at some of the many beach bars and open-air restaurants gathered seaweed with over-sized plastic rakes designed for this purpose. Others were moving beach chairs and umbrellas from storage units, or unchaining stacks of them near the businesses in preparation for the day’s guests. Some glanced up at her as she went by. Most continued their work without noticing her. Sandy increased her pace, now getting used to the delay brought about by her foot’s impression in the sand as she pushed off.

Just beyond a rock jetty in the distance she could see people walking in her direction, coming around the jetty through shallow water rather than climbing over it. As the space between her and the morning walkers shrank, she could see they appeared to be older than her (and not fitness nuts either), judging from their physiques. Their outfits lacked color as well, and as she drew even closer, Sandy soon realized none of them were wearing any clothes at all. She came to a dead stop, feeling both out of place and like an intruder at the same time. Dumbfounded, she stood and stared at the approaching throng of naked people. She looked down when one of them waved to her, realizing she was calling attention to herself with her gawking. She looked back from where she had started. She had only run about a third of the way. This did not qualify as much of a workout for her. She wanted to turn back, but there was nothing for her to do at the hotel. Even her room was tied up. So she continued on cautiously, not knowing what to do with her eyes as she approached the first of many couples.

“Morning!” she heard in a distinct southern accent. Sandy ended her fixed gaze upon the sand in front of her and met the eyes of a smiling couple as she passed. There wasn’t a stitch of clothes on either of them. She nodded her head and picked up the pace. As with the first couple, every subsequent person she passed gave her a salutation. Men walking alone, couples like the first, groups of three to six people all blissfully happy and exhilarated to greet the morning and everyone who shared it with them. If this was a cult of some kind, it was the happiest one she would ever encounter in her life. Maybe someone is selling Ecstasy on the other side of those rocks, she speculated, although this demographic probably finished experimenting with drugs in the sixties and seventies. 

Clothing Optional Article

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