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Hello,


Here I am again, another edition of the weekly throw out.


I have been working on my WIP  based on my long time BFF's and have a  selection of that to share today. I thank my lucky stars every day that I have such wonderful besties/sisters in my life. I am also grateful for my new friends, because I can lob this stuff at them so I don't post stuff that is completely awful.  IE: the entire last paragraph you just read.




Ok then, well, enjoy




The Last Adventures Of Those Girls




Arriving back at our beach side table, I notice Finleigh is missing.  Caroline, Teegan, and Ivy are dancing to a melodic reggae beat on the dance floor.  I down my now warm shot and sway out to meet them.  Caroline wraps me in a hug and giggles the second I reach them.


“Where is Finleigh?”  I ask. Caroline motions toward some bushes, and I follow her glare. “Shit.” I grumble, seeing Finleigh’s high heels poking out from under the brush. Breaking away from the girls I march over to the shrubbery in question and bark into the leaves.


“Fin, damn it, are you in there with someone, or are you getting sick.” A giggle bursts from behind the greenery and I hear shuffling. Seconds later a Blue eyed devil comes into view, pulling his long hombre behind his head.  He adjusts his floppy beach hat exposing his two matching forearm tattoos. I gape at him for a second, stamping down my anger. The man is oddly familiar, I must have seen him  around in the last day or so. A wobbly  Fin finally stands up and latches herself to the beautiful man at her side.


“Thalia, you are not my mom. Why are you always cock blocking me.” Crossing her arms over her chest, and trying, but failing, to look menacing.


Rolling my eyes, I turn to leave. However, I run directly into the hard chest of a male in my retreat. Stepping back, I excuse myself, but cannot take my eyes of the well-defined chest in front of me.


“Hey, up here.” A familiar voice teases. I rip my eyes away from the artwork that is his pecks and meet the eyes of the man from the beach. The lopsided grin on his face lets me know I was busted ogling him. “Nice running into you again. Maybe this time I can get your name.”


I am rendered awestruck by the beautiful hazel of his eyes. The Low lighting of the tiki torches give them a golden appearance. And those damn lashes, most women would kill for those.  Mouth agape, I forget how to form words.  His eyes hold me captive, until he flashes me the most outstanding smile I have ever seen.


“I am Shannon, and this is my brother Jared.” The man nods toward Fin and her newest boy toy.


Someone grabs and leans against me, but I never brake my gaze. Shannon’s face turns toward my left and I finally look to see who is holding on to me.  Fin leans her head and places it on my shoulder. The smell of rum bleeds from her pores. Snaking my arm around her waist I steady her.


“He says they are Martians.” Fin giggles as she points at Jared. He gives me a contrite smile, but does not elaborate on her comment.


“That is great sweetie, but they look pretty human to me.” I glare accusingly at him, having a hard time understanding why men take advantage of women who are obviously intoxicated.

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Can you guess where this is going??  I know some of you will ;) See you next week.

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