Laughter and a Question.

Turning to look at my dinner date her previous solemn disposition is gone completely, a smile completely lights up her face. “Do you know what she was saying to him? Oh my god, I think she could have made a sailor blush.” Her smile turns into a hearty laugh bringing a smile then laughter to myself.

With the mood lightened we begin to enjoy our wait for dinner with some light conversation. Starting out she informs me her new lotion line is starting to get some national traction business wise and that’s why she is looking for new scents. Transitionioning into hockey talk I let her know how Jennifer and I will be heading to St. Cathrines next weekend for 5 days during the all star break.

Taking a sip of her drink Jamie looks down into her lap and meekly asks, “Can I come?”

Instantly I am taken back to March break sophomore year in university.

“Isn’t the water great! I never knew the Caribbean was so beautiful. Hey Mark aren’t you glad we came?” As Jennifer finishes asking me she jumps at me propping herself up on my shoulders trying to dunk me. Standing there a few moments with her flopping and wiggling against me laughing, a rogue wave catches me completely unaware and takes my legs out from underneath me dropping both of us into the crystal clear waters.

Quickly I regain my feet, jumping out of the water as hard as I can in an attempt to get the jump on Jennifer, as I breach the surface another body is suddenly diving into my midsection driving me back under the water and simultaneously knocking the air out of me. When the next wave hits only moments later a deathly panic insets with the complete loss of orientation as I have no breath remaining. I begin to flail around helplessly trying to grab what ever I can when finally I feel flesh and I start to grab and pull instinctually as hard as I can. When my hand gets wrapped up in some fabric I pull it away again as hard as I can when the fabric comes with my hand. I am now waving my hand trying to get this knotted fabric from it when finally my knees find the bottom. Again I throw myself firmly out of the water gasping for life giving breath which slowly returns to me.

Time seems to crawl as I gasp for breath. Just as my breath returns to me the rest of my faculties begin their slow march to recognition when a woman is screaming like a banshee on fire. After only a moment longer I realize that the screaming is at me and clearly over what is still wrapped around my right hand.

“If you wanted to see my sister naked at the beach so bad I am sure she would have stripped for you you asshole. Give her back her fucking suit you retard! I get it, it’s hard for you to understand things being nothing but a useless hockey jock who only grades through because the team needs you to.” An angry blonde is screaming at me as she wraps her arms around her crying sister.

Taking in the suit that is in my hand I realize that I have shredded Jennifer’s barely there one piece. Hardly enough material remaining to cover her breasts let alone her to put it back on I think quickly and remove my own shorts and pass both over to the angry Jamie.

“I am sorry. You knocked the wind out of me and I panicked. Jennifer can use her suit to cover her breasts and use my shorts for bottoms. Please Jamie, take her back to you two’s room then bring me back the shorts or a towel or anything. I’ll wait here.” I offer up in a pleading tone.

“Fuck you prick!” Jamie venomously screams at me as she grabs the two pieces of fabric from me. After a few moments of chaos as Jennifer tried to get dressed between the waves crashing over us the pair of women begin their trek back into shore.