“Whose idea was it again to come here?” I asked as I dried the excess water off and sat down on the lounger.
“Elio’s,” Marlo and Basil said at the same time.
“Are you seriously complaining?” Elio asked.
“I’m not,” Basil said as he sat up straight and surveyed the beach in front of us.
“Of course you’re not,” Marlo said.
We were in Bermuda, our yearly get-away as a group. We always rented a house, since hotels were so impersonal and with our eccentric lifestyles we needed privacy. Explaining blood bags in the freezer might not go down so well for Elio and Basil.
The view was pretty spectacular, pristine beaches, clear waters and women in bikinis wherever you looked. Two weeks of fun in the sun, as Elio called it. Tank and Jack were off somewhere snorkeling and doing couply things.
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