The next day

Although Eva's wedding was reason I'd come to Italy, today was the day I'd been anticipating the most from a purely selfish perspective. It had been quite a while since I'd attended a bachelorette party and this one was promising to be like none other. Lucia was a local girl and had taken charge of the planning. She had warned us that we would have to leave fairly early in the morning (apparently 10:00 was "early" for her) so that left plenty of time for the five of us to hang together and have a light breakfast.

Afterwards, we all piled into Eva's car as it was the biggest. Even so, it was a convertible with a small back seat and bucket seats up front so things were a little tight with three of us in back - but I wasn't complaining. As pretty as the scenery was, I wasn't really paying a lot of attention, with Cathy and Celeste on each side of me, I was more than a little distracted. We were all wearing just our bikinis and as people drove by, they would stare at us and depending on who was in the other car.

Even so, I couldn't help but notice that we seemed to be heading away from civilization so it wasn't like we were heading to a club.

Finally Lucia pulled off the road and I sat up in the seat to get a better look around. We were at an isolated beach with a medium sized yacht anchored to the shore. Lucia opened the trunk and brought out a zippered cloth bag. Reaching inside, like Santa on Christmas morning, she first brought out a headband and handed it to Eva. I noticed it had silver letters along the top that read, "Bride".

"There, that's it. Now you have to wear it for the entire party," Lucia said as Eva fit it on top of her head.

Lucia then reached back into the bottom of the trunk again and brought out what looked to be exercise mats. They were made of dense foam and I would guess maybe three feet by two feet. "Now you all can have a comfy seat," Lucia explained as she handed them to us, although I had a sneaking suspicion sitting on them was only one of the things we'd be doing on them.

As we stepped towards the yacht, a guy came running out and greeted Lucia with a hug. He was black, over six feet tall and really well built. He had on a robe, it looked like the kind of robe a fighter would wear in the ring, he had silk shorts on and a tight fitting muscle t-shirt. "Wow, you girls all made it, that's SO cool," he gushed. "C'mon, your boat's all ready for you."