Page 2 of Breakaway Heart
I know it’s been a minute, Lucy, but please don’t go there!I told myself.I’ll take you out and find you someone, I promise. Just don’t get excited about him…
On the screen, Tina’s eyes finally traveled downwards, and as she looked back up at Randy, her juicy lips had fallen open in shocked confusion. In return, Randy smiled a toothy and wry grin back at her.
“Fuck! Now Kent’s coming over,” Hannah gasped in delight.
Tina was Kent’s current‘Villa Bride’and by far the most dull person on the show to watch. If anyone was the dad of the villa, it was Kent.
“Oh shitttt, Hannah, this is gonna go off.”
Kent took one disbelieving look at the tent-pole in Randy’s shorts, looked over at the open-mouthed Tina, and then a menacing frown ruffled across his forehead as he turned back to the grinning Randy.
“He’s going to hit him, Lucy! You can see it on his face.”
We both took a deep breath as we waited to see what Kent would do. The moment was starting to slide though, the initial fury on Kent’s face beginning to waver as he regained control. Eventually, his face softened, and Kent managed only a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, before reaching out for Tina’s hand and lifting her onto her perfect little feet.
“Get yourself together, Randall. Not cool, man,”Kent muttered in disgust, before turning and walking away with Tina. Randy cackled to himself like it was all some funny joke that he was pleased with.
“Damn, I really thought he was going to do it. You’re so lame, Kent!” Hannah yelled.
Our disappointment was short-lived. It only took a few minutes before Randall went into the boy’s bedroom with a ketchup bottle and started spraying red, tomato-flavored graffiti all over Kent’s clothes.
“What a fucking child!”
“I think he thinks it’s funny, Hannah. I mean, you just wouldn’t, would you?”
“I might want to, butimpulse control,Luce, right? Alright, look, I’m heading out to the gym. A new instructor started last week, and he is showing me things I didn’t know were possible. I really wouldn’t mind showing him one, or perhaps even three, things too. How about you?”
“Meh. I guess I’ll get out there and see what is waiting for me.”
After the Love Villa episode, small flutters had softened my thoughts into more impulsive ideas. Now, my skin prickled with strange excitement. The fleeting thought of some hot skin-on-skin action was oddly appealing right now.
“Oh, I thought of another one!” Hannah said.
A few weeks ago, we’d been parking outside the Hot Henry’s Diner, and a man, outraged that we’d apparently not given him enough room to get into the parking spot next to ours, had come at us yelling, “Hey! I was about to stick mine in that one, then you came and filled up the big one!”
Being in a silly mood, we’d burst into giggles at the innuendo and now regularly came up with new parking phrases that could be taken in more salacious ways.
“Go on then,” I indulged her.
“Can you go stand behind me and watch me put it in?”
“Haha, pretty good, Han.” I chuckled.
“Okay, I’ll check in later. Love ya!”
And with that, Hannah hung up, and I went to choose between my two swimsuits.
There was no middle ground. It was either a tiny, sexy black two-piece that I might wear if I’d been on Love Villa—if I knew how to not fall out of it—or a matronly pale pinkone-piece that was wildly less sexy, but at least held everything in.
After trying them both in front of the mirror, and cursing myself for devouring too many—now nightly—tubs of ice cream on this trip, I went for the one-piece and headed out to meet my destiny. Hopefully, with what was a short-sighted gentleman with perfect abs and a taste for women in swimwear their grandmother might wear.
2
PARADISE
From my sunlounger, I stared at the cover of the resort pamphlet.Adonis Escapes. A world of secluded beauty awaits.The glossy photo featured an outrageously slim, toned, and tanned woman (who you could justtellhad got her shit together) taking a perfect forward stroke in the deserted and serene tranquility of the perfectly inviting pool. To the side of her, a beautifully chiseled and equally tanned and toned man, in only shorts and sunglasses, reclined on a lounger, posing enticingly with a book in his hand.
I guess it was to be assumed he was the husband of this woman who was living her best, perfect life. Or maybe they weren’t even married at all? They didn’t believe in that kind of thing. They were above all the ridiculousness of society and, instead, were just floating happily through a life of indulgent luxury.
