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"What’s that all about?" Bebe asks

"That bossy tweet-stalker wanted me to try this drink but I shot him down" I take a sip of the drink and minty freshness invades my mouth I s and it’s the perfect couess," I reluctantly admit The bartender hears me and sends off another wink intoday, wanna come?"

I scoff "Are you crazy? I will be here at the bar if you need o out and beach-bum so one of those cute cabana boys can come serve you"

I pro Steve They can defy the laws of gravity at their own peril, I have a good book and tonight’s tweet contest to get ready for I hate that I don’t get to judge the winner tonight but I was ousted in the nao But that’s ridic Everyone knows judging a dirty tweet contest is not work

I have a good chuckle with myself and sip on my drink It is delicious and when I’redients and shake it up like a pro I notice the bar is al

"Where are all the people?" I call over to Dewain as he adds a slice of lime to my martini "Why’s it so empty?"

"Private party this weekend," he answers as he puts my drink down in front of me "The entire west end of the resort has been rented out for it"

"Wow," I say as I take the first sip Yus, huh?" I reach into my purse to pull out some cash, but Dewain puts a hand over mine

"It’s paid for Mr Buttinski left an open tab for you" Dewain gives me another one of those winks and I flash him back some suspicion

"What’s thatup his hands in an I-surrender gesture "He wants to ood impression, maybe?"

"Hmmm, I dunno Did you see his face? Was he cute? I only saw his backside and while that was very nice, I’er at me So I’m shallow? Sue me

"I think hs "I’ulp the rest of ood "I think I’onna head to the beach Thanks for the drink And if you see key lime shorts, tell him I said thanks!"

I scoot off my barstool and make for the door and it only takes oes on the top of every packing list Underwear I’ve got ure I should pick up a few pairs as I stroll by a lingerie store

"Good afternoon!" the sales lady calls out in a sing-songy voice froood!" I call back That’s soet used to if I was rich I’m not rich and since ot randabout this But having people bend over because you’re about to spend money makes me uncomfortable

I peruse the rack of fancy underwear, check the price tag, and then promptly move over to another rack that says sale I don’t knoho spends hundreds of dollars on underwear, but it’s notunder fifty dollars? They call that a sale?

And then I spy sorab a pair and check the price Fifteen dollars

OK Still ridiculous, but they are a size sister and sign e slip as the sales lady folds le pair of cheapwith real satin ribbon for handles

I make a quick escape and head across the breezeway that leads to the private bungalows and I’ up to see why it’s so quiet when I see key liuy looks over li for a second

Did I do so at theain

Whatever I have no idea what they are talking about, but I’et back to work on my tweets My flipflops smack uy, and I’ to alow is deep in the bungalow village as I like to call it There are about twenty of them in a common area on this part of the resort and they have cute little winding paths surrounded by the rant flowers and wispy palm trees It alet et to our room I drop e theauzy white wrap I studysuit It’s peach so it olden than it really is I tieand stuffwith my phone, and then pull my shades down overthe door handle I look down at my feet and stop in my tracks An envelope has been slipped under the door