INT. JET TO VIRGIN ISLANDS - MORNING
Amy is shown picking up LATTEGIRL, she sleeps over, and they
get up early and DRESS for a 6 AM FLIGHT out of the
Milwaukee International Airport. Amy and LatteGirl are in
their seats in the jet. Amy shows signs of stress, gripping
the armrests and squeezing LatteGirl's HAND during takeoff.
During the flight the person in front of her puts his SEAT
WAY BACK. Soon the plane is seen landing at the St. Thomas
airport.
NARRATOR
After everything I'd been through,
I still can't believe I'm on a
flight to another never-never land
where for a few days, anyway, I'll
be basking in the bliss of a hot
sun and rocking to the rhythmic
surf healing my scarred heart with
wave after wave of peace and
tranquility, hoping to make some
new memories...tanning on the
beach, sipping Pina Coladas in the
shad of a slowly swaying palm tree
while staring into the azure abyss
of the tranquil turquoise ocean
saltwater. I need to feel the joy
of simply being alive again, to
push aside the burden of being
weighed down by the crush of
life's constant tragedies. It's
cramped enough in planes these days
with the carriers trying to squeeze
every dollar out of every flight,
but when the schmuck in front of me
put his seat way back without a
thought for what anyone else might
be feeling. Not about to stand for
that I shouldered the back of his
seat a couple of times but he
didn't take the hint. A large man,
bald, I overheard him bragging to
the blond stranger sitting next to
him about his businesses and
properties. Coming back from the
restroom I couldn't help but notice
that she spent more time than
necessary when crossing over him,
giving him a kind of lap dance
straddle on the way to her
seat...that little slut! All you
gold-diggers out there, toughen up,
make your own money, then you won't
have to fuck fat bald guys to get
by...unless of course he's nice and
you want to.
EXT. ST. THOMAS AIRPORT
Amy and LatteGirl step OUT of the jet and into the balmy
tropical paradise of St. Thomas, get into a cab and head to
their condo negotiating steep hills and winding roads
complete with roller-coaster heart-stopping sudden dips and
turns. Arriving at the CONDO they pick up their keys.
NARRATOR
Heading to our condo the cab driver
must have taken the scenic route
ringing up over a half hour on the
meter, but we didn't mind as we
took in all the breathtaking vistas
of this tropical paradise.
INT. AMY'S CONDO - AFTERNOON
The girls inspect their CONDO and see a private deck with a
grill, seating area, lounge chairs and a private pool.
Inside, a dining area, living room, kitchen and bath,
everything furnished with appointments like ceramic dishes
mounted on the wall giving a homey feel. After settling in
Amy and LatteGirl get into their BIKINIS, turn on Pitbull
and Henry K. Iglecius, start DANCING, and Amy is finally
feeling free.
NARRATOR
After settling in, LatteGirl and I
slip out of our clothes and into
our bikinis, turn on some tunes,
and start dancing on our porch.
From there we could see the ocean
water and from there it was only a
five-minute walk to the beach.
There were palm trees everywhere.
EXT. RESTAURANT - LATE AFTERNOON
Amy and LatteGirl walk to the beach and are seated at a
RESTAURANT where they order drinks and admire the
surrounding islands with their lush vegetation. After dinner
the girls go back to their condo, pack a beach bag, and head
for the ST. THOMAS shores, rent some beach chairs, and hang
out. Hungry, they head back to their condo, order a pizza,
and fall asleep after watching an episode of The Jersey
Shore.
NARRATOR
Sitting there we felt the cool
refreshing tropical breezes. After
our drink order some time passed
and we began to worry about our
meal order as the server admitted
to this being her first day, but
after after removing some unwanted
onions, all was good, we went back
to our condo, packed a beach bag,
and headed for the sandy St. Thomas
shore, following a marked path
through several other cono
complexes. All of a sudden, there
was the water and a beautiful sandy
white beach. We order some beach
chairs and hang out in the setting
tropical sun before heading back to
our condo, ordering a pizza, and
falling asleep after watching an
episode of The Jersey Shore. The
next morning the owner of our condo
called.
CONDO OWNER
Well, hello, I trust you're
enjoying the condo, but the
property is for sale and I need to
show it to a prospective buyer.
Now, I'm prepared to offer you an
incentive, I'll buy you and your
friend lunch if you'll do that
favor for me.
AMY
Ahhhh...that sounds like a deal
just too good to refuse!
CONDO OWNER
Fine...fine...now just take a cab
to Megan's Point and you'll find a
restaurant I own and you can order
anything on the menu.
EXT. MEGAN'S POINT - AFTERNOON
Amy is wearing a three-quarter length button down SHIRT and
skirt of her BIKINI, but forgot to put on sunscreen and
burned her forearms. They decide to walk to Megan's Point.
Arriving, the town drunk offers to take their PICTURE after
which they have their promised lunch and peruse the souvenir
shops.
NARRATOR
After breakfast we did some
sightseeing before deciding to walk
to Megan's Point. Arriving, the
town drunk staggered over to us,
offered to take our picture. With a
FLOWER in my hair, burns and all, I
was looking pretty good. after
which we had our promised lunch and
did some shopping. I found some
skull-and-crossbones shot glasses
featuring a pirate hat. Shopping
done we headed for the marina,
walked around more, headed back to
the condo, where we grilled out
that night, chicken, featuring
spices I'd brought from home, and
finishing off the meal with a
veggie combo and salad.
EXT. MEGAN'S POINT - MORNING
Amy and LatteGirl are picked up the next morning by a CAB
that takes them to MEGAN'S POINT.
NARRATOR
It was the day of the condo showing
and the cab picked us up at a
leisurely just after noon. Arriving
at Megan's Point, a lush resort
perched on a high hill. Rumba's,
the resort restaurant, was
outdoors. We settled into our seats
when we see this surfer dude,
sun-bleached, not groomed, with
long blond hair tied in a ponytail,
scraggly beard, shorts, flip-flops,
faded blue T-Shirt, approached our
table...he was our server?
AMY
Hi...we're staying at a condo, the
owner is showing the property this
afternoon and he sent us here to
have a meal on him. Are you aware
of this?
SERVER
Oh...yes...for sure, here are your
menus and I'm supposed to let you
have anything you want.
NARRATOR
Near the end of our meal the condo
owner, Allen, came over to invite
us to join a group on a day-trip to
the British Virgin Islands. I just
had to shake my head realizing that
no matter where I always seem to
make friends and that closeness
often leads to people sharing their
most intimate thoughts and feelings
with me--similar to what happens at
the club. Sitting, sipping drinks,
he opens up to us.
ALLEN
Yeah...I'm separated from my wife
of six years because of a serious
problem she has with alcohol. We
got into a fight yesterday and I
told her to leave, so if I seem a
little distant I'm in a process of
putting her up in a hotel.
NARRATOR
It was surreal. We'd just met this
man, I'm on vacation, and we just
happen to bump into someone with
major personal drama going on.
ALLEN
This is all so sad and I had no
idea she had a violent and abusive
streak when we met.
NARRATOR
We later learned that she was much
younger, his third wife, and
probably a gold-digger. Again, you
ladies out there, if you marry a
man for his money, that's fine, but
at least you can make the effort to
treat him right as no one is going
to put up with a bitch for long,
especially if he's been married a
couple of times before and has the
money to kick you to the curb
without suffering too much
financially. Also, these days
prenuptial agreements insure that
you won't get shit during a messy
divorce.
ALLEN
Come with me, I have to send a fax
to the hotel where she's going to
be staying for a week before she
heads back to New York.
INT. ALLEN'S HOME
Allen's CONDO had a gorgeous view off his back porch. Amy
and LatteGirl sit on the PORCH while he sends the fax. He
invites the girls to make themselves at home, they snack in
the kitchen and even take a SHOWER.
ALLEN
I have to get that fax ready and
send it off, but in the meantime
please make yourselves at home.
Amy and LatteGirl stare at each other with both puzzled and
concerned looks on their faces, not at all sure what Allen
might have in mind for them.
ALLEN
I can see you're a little
uncomfortable, but rest assured
that you have nothing to worry
about, so, again, please make
yourselves at home...really.
After deciding that Allen would not be a problem, the girls
go into the KITCHEN to snack, then to the bathroom to
SHOWER, after DRESSING it was back to the kitchen to make
some drinks and then proceeded to DANCE to the music that
was playing.
NARRATOR
Again we looked at each other and
based on the many interpersonal
skills we'd both acquired,
primarily dealing with recognizing
the desires in men's eyes and
intentions, we felt comfortable in
taking Allen up on his offer. After
snacking in his kitchen we even
took a shower together, even used
some of his soon-to-be ex wife's
toiletries...and were not disturbed
in any way by Allen. After dressing
we were back in the kitchen, made
some drinks, and started dancing to
the music he had on. Sadly for
Allen we could hear him arguing
with his wife on the phone, she
being obviously drunk and being
obnoxious.
ALLEN'S WIFE
Why are you doing this to me...I
can change, I can stop drinking,
just please give me one more
chance...please.
ALLEN
We've been through this over and
over...you're not going to change.
It's over for us and you just have
to accept it!
ALLEN'S WIFE
This isn't over...and if I have to
I'll hire the best lawyer I can
find to make your miserable life
even more miserable.
NARRATOR
We were in the next room and could
hear everything. As they fought I
had the thought that everything
happens for a reason. Allen was at
a time in his life when he needed
support and we show up, two pretty
girls experienced in these matters
able to help him feel better.
ALLEN
Ladies...I'm afraid the fax isn't
going through so would you mind
going with me to the hotel so I'm
going to run into town to take care
of this, shouldn't take too long,
and when I get back I'll take you
both out for a nice dinner.
EXT. HOLIDAY INN
They pull into the Holiday Inn parking lot when Amy sees
Allen's WIFE, clearly angry. Amy and LatteGirl duck down so
she won't see them in his CAR.
NARRATOR
I'd seen pictures of Allen's wife
at his condo and noticed her dark
hair, seemed pretty enough, and, a
little like an older version of me,
which I thought was a bit weird and
perhaps a bit of a reason why Allen
was attracted to us, so when I saw
an obviously angry woman walking
across the parking lot I recognized
her right away. Quickly, LatteGirl
and I ducked down, hoping she
wouldn't see us in Allen's car,
hoping to avoid a confrontation,
but they'd had a confrontation
inside the hotel.
INT. HOLIDAY INN - AFTERNOON
Allen is working out the details with the counter clerk when
his wife walks up to him.
ALLEN'S WIFE
Can I have a hug?
ALLEN
No...no...can't you see I'm busy.
ALLEN'S WIFE
Allen, I am really sorry...I will
go to rehab...I can change, I will
change!
ALLEN
I've heard it all before...you'll
never change, certainly not for me
and I'm sick of being miserable all
the time.
Realizing that this time she is not able to manipulate him,
she reverts to the true BITCH she is and turns to the
counter clerk Allen is dealing with.
ALLEN'S WIFE
Say, just how big is the room he's
putting me up in, I mean how many
guys can I fit in there at one
time?
EXT. HOLIDAY INN - AFTERNOON
Back in the car Allen is telling what happened to the girls
as Amy pats him on the shoulder as he sat there shaking his
head, requiring some time to settle down before they could
leave.
AMY
Oh honey...I'm so sorry...you poor
thing.
ALLEN
Thanks for being here...I can't
imagine going through all this
alone.
After a couple of relaxing deep breaths they leave for the
restaurant, share a nice meal, after which he drops the
girls off at their condo.
ALLEN
I'll be back at nine to pick you up
for our excursion to the British
Virgin Islands.
Back in their ROOMS, the ladies are both numb and exhausted
from the day's roller-coaster soap opera drama, watched some
TV, passed out, but not before both agreeing to sleep late
in the morning.
INT. AMY'S CONDO - MORNING
The girls want to sleep in but a constant DRIPPING sound
along with a flotation lounge chair in their private POOL
was being buffeted by the wind causing other tapping sounds.
Despite all this they manage to sleep until 10 and after
SHOWERS they take a cab to the ferry and on to St. John.
NARRATOR
After getting our ferry tickets we
thought we were in the front of the
line that determined where you'd
sit on the ferry as we hoped to be
on top in the open air, but it
wasn't to be. Our luck changed,
however, when getting off the ferry
when a stranger made us an offer we
just couldn't refuse.
STRANGER
Hey ladies...want a free shot of
rum?
NARRATOR
Well, that was a no-brainer, of
course we did. The offer came from
a cute guy, rare so far on our
vacation. The bar serving the shot
was named Bones and they only sold
rum and rum drinks along with the
usual souvenirs. After downing our
shots we wanted to get some sun.
AMY
Can you recommend a good beach for
people-watching?
STRANGER
Cinnamon Beach, you'll have a lot
of fun there, guaranteed. After
more shopping and a light lunch,
ready for the beach we caught a
cab.
EXT. CINNAMON BEACH - AFTERNOON
Their first cab had engine problems, the second cab brought
the girls to wrong beach, but finally they ended up at
CINNAMON BEACH, spread their towels, but soon conditions got
cool and windy. Ready to head home, the girls look for a cab
stand, but with no cabs in sight are advised to hitchhike,
which they do.
NARRATOR
The beach was beautiful, with a
comfortable campground feel. We fit
right in, spread our towels, and
settled into back in the steamy
Virgin Islands' sun. Late in the
day, though, conditions soon got
cooler and windy. Ready to return
home, we walked to a cab stand,
were told we'd have to hitchhike,
but that it was safe and common on
the island. The thing is you're not
supposed to stick your thumb out,
instead you point with your index
finger in the direction you want to
go, so that's what we did...and it
worked, only four cars passed
before we were picked up! Not ready
to end our day, we stopped at a bar
and started downing shots and doing
toasts.
AMY
Cheers to LatteGirl!
NARRATOR
Then LatteGirl did a toast that
rocked my world.
LATTEGIRL
Cheers to Shellbie...
NARRATOR
After it sank in that she was
toasting my dear friend who'd
recently died, the main reason I
was on this vacation being to get
over her passing, I slammed the
shot glass down so hard I thought
it would break. A few more shots
and I had to sit there for a moment
to gather myself and reflect, the
vacation was working though, but I
hadn't thought of Shellbie up to
that point, but now I couldn't stop
thinking about her and how much I
still miss her. To help get past
this, there happened to be one cute
straight guy, about 22, sitting at
the bar. I needed a distraction to
get back to vacation mode and he
fit the bill.
EXT. BAR - AFTERNOON
Amy and LatteGirl are sitting at the bar, Amy is upset
hearing the name of her best friend who'd recently past,
notices a cute guy also sitting at the bar, and decides to
get her vacation-happy back on by flirting with him.
NARRATOR
He was from the Hamptons and had a
David Beckham faux hawk thing going
on under his baseball cap. He
bought us a drink, but soon his
annoying little friend joined in
but managed to keep us laughing.
Across the bar was a group of gay
guys putting on quite a show. All
happy and silly, it was comforting,
just what I needed, like the free
and easy times at the club.
CUTEBARGUY
I've got some weed...let's go over
to the beach fire.
AMY
I don't know...I guess we'll pass,
but thank you anyway.
NARRATOR
Something just didn't seem right
about it, instead we hailed a cab
laughing and giggling all the way
back to our condo almost as giddy
as if we had gotten weed high.
INT. AMY'S CONDO - EVENING
Upon entering their condo Amy begins flinging off her
CLOTHES, puts her HAIR up, and cannonballs right into the
pool. while playing in the pool Amy lights up one of her
tiny cigars and texts a few of her younger club clients,
ending the session flirting with her closest club contact,
the Polack, before playing some more in the pool and passing
out on their beds.
NARRATOR
I don't know why I do it...being in
a committed relationship and all,
but I was just in that kind of
mood. I could have texted my man,
but knew my happy buzz would have
crashed fast had he said something,
anything serious about my real life
back home. Was that selfish? I knew
I'd be calling him in the
morning...did that make it okay?
Morning and the girls are up early and ready to go by 9. Amy
is wearing an old striped tank dress and flip-flops over a
BIKINI and grabs her beach bag as Allen pulls into their
parking lot.
EXT. BOAT DOCK
Allen picks up the girls and has an old friend, ROBERTA,
with him. Arriving at the dock passport forms had to be
filled out and payments made. Amy's party gets on the boat
joining two other couples as the BOAT leaves the harbor
bound for the BRITISH VIRGIN ISLANDS. A man from Wisconsin
introduces himself.
NARRATOR
First to introduce himself was a
guy from Green Bay, Wisconsin, of
all places and just a couple hours
from the club...small world. His
wife kept quiet. I'm always leery
around women I don't know. Will
they be cool or will they judge me.
Leaving the harbor the captain set
a course for the British Virgin
Islands. Once we got into the open
water the captain, a leathery
tanned slender man with a ponytail
wrapped in rubber bands going half
way down his back and also sporting
a goatee and sunglasses, hit the
gas, and the sudden acceleration
had some of the ladies squealing in
both delight and discomfort.
LADY FROM GREEN BAY
Oh my god...I'm going to pee my
pants.
NARRATOR
Unable to handle the bumpy ride in
the front of the boat, the captain
slowed down so she could move to
the back.
AMY
Hold on to me...
EXT. FOXY'S BAR - AFTERNOON
After leaving the boat everyone headed for Foxy's Bar.
NARRATOR
...but she wasn't comfortable with
that suggestion. Arriving at the
British Virgin Islands port, the
captain got off first to get us all
a day pass. We got off the boat and
headed for Foxy's, a bar named
after the owner, a gentleman who
allegedly has fathered over 50
offspring, most of whom live on the
island. Though apparently a
successful business, it was just a
collage of poles, thatched roofs,
sandy dirt floors, a deck, benches,
tables and chairs. When our server
arrived Allen spoke right up.
ALLEN
Painkillers all around...
NARRATOR
A Painkiller was a blended mix of
rum, of course, coconut milk,
pineapple and orange juice accented
with a touch of nutmeg. Sipping on
mine, I didn't understand the
nutmeg, but it was delicious.
LatteGirl, on the other hand, made
an icky face after tasting her
drink, so I downed mine and started
sipping on hers. After we all had a
nice little buzz going, Allen spoke
up to the bartender.
ALLEN
Would you ask Foxy to come to our
table?
NARRATOR
Sure enough Foxy grabbed his guitar
and started singing, the crazy
little old guy was adorable and
cleverly used our answers to some
basic hello, how are you, where are
you from questions to weave into
personalizing the lyrics of his
songs. For example, a song about a
young woman wanting to know who she
should marry, and learning that
Allen loved to go fishing, warned
the young woman that if she married
Allen he would come and go bringing
home fish she'd have to clean and
cook. After that he covered a
number of regular popular tunes, a
delightful serenade as we worked on
downing our drinks. The scenery was
striking, the inviting beach, the
transcendental turquoise ocean, you
could smell the salt in the hot
wind. Being in such a beautiful
place makes you want to bring
souvenirs home, so although Foxy's
command performance continued we
were off to the gift shop.
INT. GIFT SHOP - AFTERNOON
Arriving at the GIFT SHOP Amy and LatteGirl are looking
around.
NARRATOR
Most of the items had Foxy's logo
on them. I pick up a few
refrigerator magnets, a number of
postcards, and a bracelet made of
multicolored beads, shells, and
small rocks. I loved it so much I
put it right on my wrist, handing
the clerk my CC without a thought
for the price. Shopping over, it
was on to the next island, Virgin
Gorda.
Before leaving Amy walks up to Foxy.
AMY
So thank you for concert and you've
got a very special bar here.
Amy kisses him on the CHEEK then rushes to catch up to the
others who were already heading back to the BOAT. On the way
back they come across a TABLE next to a shack staked with
shells, rocks, and petrified coconut halves and there was a
sign saying, TAKE A SHELL, so Amy did.
EXT. YACHT - AFTERNOON
The group is nearing their destination, Virgin Gorda, when
the CAPTAIN slows down and stops the YACHT.
NARRATOR
Picking out my shell, it was a take
a shell and make a wish
moment...having made good progress
heading to Virgin Gorda the captain
slowed down and stopped quite a
ways from shore and no dock in
sight.
CAPTAIN
It's a swim from here, guys, but
don't worry you'll have a flotation
device to assist you.
One by one they jump off the boat, grabbed onto their
FLOATIES, and swam to shore. Significant waves threatened to
bash some of them into the rocks near the shore. Arriving,
Amy helps some of the other navigate securing their shore
legs amidst the battering waves.
NARRATOR
Allen knew what was going on, but
the rest of us were in shock,
like...what you can't be serious!
The so-called flotation device was
only a large bag that folded down
and was Velcroed in place so water
couldn't get in. I took a chance
and put my camera in there. One by
one we all jumped into the water,
grabbed on for dear life to our
flotation bags, and swam to shore,
but when we got close, even so
close we normally could have stood
up and walked to the beach, the
waves were so intense we had to
keep swimming all the way to the
beach. Arriving I caught my breath
and noticed there was little sand
on the beach, mostly small rocks
and shells, pretty but not soft on
the feet. Having got to the beach
first, I made sure to help some of
the others who were struggling.
Having never done anything quite
like that, I couldn't help but
admit to a sense of accomplishment.
Our island-hopping adventure had
begun!
EXT. SHORE BAR - AFTERNOON
Everyone on shore, the group proceeds to nearby bar.
NARRATOR
Settled into seats at this nearby
little shanty bar, the first round
was on the folks from Green Bay.
Sipping on my Painkiller I couldn't
help but be overwhelmed, drinking
in the intoxicating natural a
beauty of panoramic visit I was
beholding--sand, mangrove trees at
the shore, ocean and huge boulders
everywhere. I couldn't turn my head
without being moved by another
scene worthy of framed painting.
Next on Allen's itinerary was a
walk through the local caves.
INT. LOCAL CAVES - AFTERNOON
After recovering from the SWIM to the beach, the group
relaxed with their drinks before heading for the CAVES, the
group winding their way along a path. Amy and LatteGirl keep
pausing to take pictures.
NARRATOR
I was thinking something like the
Carlsbad Caverns, dark and
foreboding, spelunking through
tight openings, but basically it
was just a path that weaved through
all the boulders and rock
formations, yet it was fascinating,
like going back in time before
there were people and civilization
on the planet. As I later learned
it was in fact the site for a Tyra
Banks photo shoot early in her
carer. Meandering through the maze
of boulders, LatteGirl and I paused
frequently to take pictures. Allen
noticed this.
ALL
It looks like you guys have done
this sort of thing before.
AMY
Yeah...we've done some modeling
here and there.
NARRATOR
My prized picture, one I plan to
blow up and print, involved three
boulders close to each other with a
small opening through which you
could see a tree limb, the leaves,
and the ocean, magnificently framed
all on its own. Back on shore it
was time to pack up our floaties
and swim back to the boat.
EX. YACHT - LATER AFTERNOON
A few in the group do some snorkeling.
NARRATOR
Allen wanted to stop to do some
snorkeling, the captain advised
against it due to the rough waters,
but Allen insisted. We got on our
gear, but as soon as we hit the
water the choppy seas swept us away
from the yacht. Every time I tried
to take a breath of air instead I
got a mouth full of salt water. I
just had a mask without the
snorkel, but thank God I had a life
preserver on or I would have
drowned for sure. It got insane and
dangerous really fast and it was
Allen who'd drifted farther away
from the safety of the yacht than
any of us, and suddenly he was no
longer in sight. I couldn't make
much progress getting back to the
boat so desperate to save myself I
rolled over and began backstroking.
LatteGirl was safe and looking over
the water I saw that a dingy from a
boat anchored at a coral reef near
us was rescuing Allen. The dingy
with Allen passed me up, but I let
them know I also needed help and
they returned, but pulling me over
the side I was sure my boobs would
pop out of my bikini top, they did,
the flash didn't last long and I
knew that under the circumstances
it really didn't matter...we
weren't at the club where I always
get paid when people see my boobs!
Back on t he boat we were all in
shock. I'd never come so close to
drowning. I quickly downed a drink
and a bottle of water, still
tasting the salt in my mouth. That
adventure over, off we went Norman
Island and the Willie T. Pirate
Ship!
EXT. WILLIE T. PIRATE SHIP - LATER AFTERNOON
Despite the fact that everyone was in shock from the near
fatal fiasco of SNORKELING in rough seas, they were soon on
their way to Norman Island and the WILLIE T. PIRATE SHIP!
After a hearty lunch everyone was up and DANCING as the
bartenders positioned temporary tattoos on the breasts of
those comfortable playing along. Party over, it was back to
the yacht after which Allen drives the girls home, but
rather than call it a day they DRESS and go out for a fancy
dinner, get home, do some SKINNY DIPPING, and pass out cold
knowing their flight home will take off in a few hours.
NARRATOR
(We coasted into the calm
incredibly beautiful cove, no
more choppy seas, the clouds
were gone, no more cold winds,
as we docked by the pirate
ship. I didn't bother putting
on my clothes and just stayed
in my bikini. Sipping on
drinks I learned that the
pirate ship had a
Girls-Gone-Wild reputation. It
was not uncommon for ladies to
jump naked off the pirate ship
during drunken parties. We
were all starving so lunch.
Having nearly just died, I
wasn't about to watch my diet
and finished off a whole rack
of ribs smothered in barbecue
sauce along with fried
potatoes and coleslaw, and we
all felt the same way...food
had never tasted so good. I'm
sure there is a lesson in all
this, something about not
taking things, life for
granted, but let's not go
there right now. Lunch over,
after a few more drinks, with
the music blaring and the
spirit of the ghost ship
adding to the festive
atmosphere, everyone was up
and dancing. Adding to the
frisky fun the bartenders were
putting temporary
skull-and-crossbones tattoos
on the girls' breasts...so to
put the tattoo in just the
right place you had to pull
out your boob! Of course,
LatteGirl and I didn't mind,
enjoyed the experience and
took some topless pictures!
The party over, it was back to
the yacht and soon Allen was
driving us home. It was too
early to call it a day,
especially since our flight
home was the next day, so we
showered changed and went out
for dinner, got home
completely exhausted, and did
some skinny dipping in our
private pool before passing
out cold.)
EXT. AMY'S CONDO - MORNING
The girls are rudely awakened by early morning ROOSTER
calls, the birds living wild all over the island, get
dressed, Allen picks them up, and drops them off at the
airport, the FLIGHT home quiet and calming.
NARRATOR
Like every morning we woke to the
rude roosters who are roaming free
all over the island. Those little
fuckers start crowing even before
sunrise. We took our time getting
up, had breakfast, and spent some
of our last remaining vacation
hours on our nearby beach. Allen
picked us up mid afternoon for a
later afternoon flight. I finished
the vacation looking a little tan
when normally I'm a ghostly Vampira
white. The flight home was not
memorable, and that was just as
well. Stepping into the Midwestern
winter, though, was a shock...it
was cold, blustery, and rainy, in
other words...miserable.
As Amy remembers SHELLBIE there are scenes of the two of
them in betters days enjoying each other's friendship, at
the salon doing a wax, participating in charity runs to
support cancer research.
NARRATOR
Not that long ago I had two really
good girlfriends...now I have one.
There were some sad moments missing
Shellbie on the trip but LatteGirl
and I made some new memories, grew
close, and I really needed that.
Tomorrow, feeling refreshed, I'll
hit the ground running at the club.
THE END OF SHAVE SLOWLY LIMITED TV SERIES EPISODE #08
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