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7. In Which I Sit on the Beach

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7. In Which I Sit on the Beach

Took the elevator down 15 floors
To the beach exit
Hot cement right out the door
(Couldn't wear tennis shoes
To the beach
I didn't have sandals)
Decided then and there to
Get a pair of sandals next chance I got
Skin was smoldering
So I ran quickly across the sidewalk
Over the wooden walkway to the beach
Onto the baking white sand
Didn't stop running until I hit the wet stuff
Where the tide was before
And sighed
Thought for a minute
And realized I had made a
Nice spectacle of myself
When my feet were cool and damp
I walked back up to the dry sand
Plopped my towel down
And sat
Gazing through my sunglasses
Dark blue sky with
A couple gray wisps of clouds
White froth bobbing up and down
In the distant ocean
It sounded wonderful
Crashing waves like
The whine of a jet engine
Slight warm breeze blowing through my hair
"Can I get you anything?"
(What?)
Looked around
Waitress was standing behind me
Short tan shorts and a bikini
Holding a tray
Deanna Wesley from
Chicago, Illinois
"I'll have a margarita please
Without salt"
Looked at the sand coating my feet
My white feet
I really needed some sun
"Margarita no salt
Alright
I'll have it right out"
Tucked her tray under her arm
"Thanks Deanna"
She ran away toward the beach bar
I noticed she wasn't wearing
Sandals either
(Her feet must be pretty hot)
A collage of old wealthy couples
Hiding under umbrellas
And young rich families
Spread out teenagers on blankets
Little kids running from the tide
Little sounds of music
Rippling over from the bar
It sounded like the Allman Brothers
"You're my blue sky you're my sunny day . . ."
Opened up my book
Fear and Loathing
Raoul Duke checking into the Mint Hotel
I did not come as well prepared
As him
No kitbag of fun or lawyer to keep me company
Much better this way
"Got your margarita"
She was sneaky and silent
Like a woman walking barefoot in the sand
Folded a corner of my book
"You startled me Deanna"
She handed me the margarita
Wedge of lime sliced on the side of the glass
Even had a little umbrella
"Sorry honey
But call me Dee"
I sat up Indian style
Took a sip of the margarita
It tasted like a beach
"Dee, huh?
Deanna sounds much better"
She folded tray under her arm again
"Whatever works for you"
Paused
Looked at me
Said: "Are you here by yourself?"
Swallowed the margarita in my mouth
Thought for a minute
(She's trying to pick up on me
Thought about lying
But decided I would take the
Honest Approach)
"Yeah I'm here by myself"
She looked nervous
(Was it an act?
I'm sure she's
Picked up guys before)
Glanced down at her dark feet
Dusted white on the bottom
"Would you like some
Company for dinner tonight?"
Blurted it out
And smiled at me
A closed lip smile
(Honest)
"I'm sorry Deanna
But the reason I came down here
Was to take a vacation from women
I'd love to go to dinner with you
But I can't now"
She stopped smiling
Looked at the bill on her tray
Said curtly: "I need your charge card"
I pulled it out of my pocket
Handed it to her
She brushed my fingers
As she grabbed it
Disappeared quickly to the bar
(I guess she's not going to
Serve me any more drinks now)
Opened up my book
And continued reading
Began to sweat my ass off
Wiped my forehead
Smelled my arm pit real quick as
My forearm trailed across my face
Grimaced
(The beach isn't
A very hygienic place)
"Here's your card"
I grabbed the card
Making sure not to touch her hand
(I felt like a 7th grader)
She walked away
Saying: "See you tomorrow"
I turned and watched her walk away
And realized
Deanna was beautiful
Dark skin from living in florida
Thin shapely body with
Perfect C cup breasts
Long light brown hair
Swept back in some type of
Pony tail/ bun kind of deal
(I don't know what girls call
All the shit they do to their hair
You'll have to bear with me)
Deep brown eyes
I tried to read again
But it was too hot
Drank the last of my margarita
Left the plastic cup sitting on my towel
And ran into the salt water