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your house,” Desmond said.
    “There are some remote beaches closer to Fort Pickens where nudists have thrown a few parties. My house is the last residential property before the state property begins. There isn’t another house in sight, so if you want to roast your weenie by the beach, be my guest. No one will see you.”
    “I’ll get Serena to rub some sunscreen on it. I’ll be like, ‘Yeah, that’s it. Make sure you get it all covered. Do the balls too. Oops, it’s growing. Get it all nice and greased up. Keep—’”
    “Is that all you want me for? To be your personal sex slave this weekend? I swear, I don’t know what happened with guys who they think they just snap their fingers and girls will do whatever they want.”
    “Hey, calm down. I was just joking.” Desmond wrapped his arm across her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
    “Guys.” Mandy addressed the group. I want to have a nice weekend. We’ve known each other for years, and we’ve been through a lot together. This is our last chance to be kids. After graduation, we’re entering a new phase in our life. Before you know it we’ll be adults raising families and driving minivans. Let’s just go and have some fun.”
    “I’m for that. Parrrr-tay,” Chet said. The rest nodded or said “okay.”
    “Great. Everyone knows the plan. I’ll pick you up around ten, and we can be at the restaurant around eleven.”

Chapter 7
     
    One Year Earlier
     
    The Gulf begins to swallow the sun on the horizon. Blues mix with orange and pinks in the warm glow before darkness descends. The young woman sits at a small table by the window of the bar, watching the sunset across the parking lot by the beach several yards away. She cherishes the bright Florida sunshine, but can’t wait to feel the dark seduction of night. Her heart races in excitement. She holds back a smile as she plucks the plastic sword impaling the olive from the martini and slowly crushes it between teeth. Brine oozes in her mouth followed by the sharpness of blue cheese as it blossoms its richness. She relishes the wonderful flavor. Finishing the drink is a sad conclusion. She wants another but has to keep her wits about. There is no room for error.
    A young man driving alone in an Audi passes slowly by the window and turns up a row toward an empty parking spot. The car has a Georgia license plate and a University of Georgia bumper sticker. This one is far from home.
    It is a few minutes before he leaves his vehicle. He looks to be of college age, tall, not too thin, but not too large to be cumbersome. His black polo shirt fits well and offers a nice contrast to his sandy blonde hair. The jeans snug tight to his hips. He is hesitant in his stride at first, looking about as if expecting someone hiding between the cars to leap out in surprise. Typical for a guy alone far away from home, she imagines.
    His pace increases as he runs up the few steps leading to the bar entrance. He enters the door with chest poked forward and shoulders back. She brings the empty glass to her lips and hides her face as she watches him take a seat at the bar.
    The bartender wears a halter top accentuating the handiwork of her plastic surgeon. Her face brownish orange from a bottle of faux tan and teeth bleached a shade of unnatural white. She serves a beer filled from a tap shaped like a baseball bat and approaches the new patron. After a broad smile and a quick wipe of the bar with a yellowed rag she asks for his order. The smile of her cleavage captures his gaze, and with obvious reluctance, he rips it away and makes his selection.
    His drink arrives in an imperial pint glass. The liquid dark red and a thick head of small bubbled foam. He hands the bartender a few bills and holds the other up to indicate the excess is hers to keep.   
    With the empty martini glass in hand, she rises from the chair—taking care to adjust the hem on the tight fitting black skirt. Her nails are colored dynamic candy red—only a