HotTexasCowboy
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- Feb 7, 2011
As soon as Noelle received the notice of her sweepstakes win, she knew exactly who she was going to invite along with her. Her boyfriend, Brad, of course, and her two best friends, the twins Emily and Amelia. Now, with their high school graduation already exciting enough for the friends, adding to that a two-week, all-expenses-paid trip to a luxury island resort had them over the moon. Noelle had no idea when she filled out the sweepstakes entry at the mall weeks ago that she might win. Whatever qualms their parents might have had with the 17-year-old girls heading off alone was eased by knowing that 18-year-old Brad would be along as their chaperone.
That relief might have been in doubt it they could see him now, standing at the bow of the cruiser, waving his stetson against the wind and spray, shouting like a cowboy. The group’s excitement had only escalated once they were met from the flight by a limo that took them to the pier for the trip to the private island resort. Noelle and the twins were huddled in the lounge below, reviewing for the umpteenth time the brochure she’d received with her winning tickets. A luxury hotel suite for four, private beach for the resort’s guests, offering snorkeling, surfing, parasailing, and other beach activities. Swimming pools, hot tubs, a lagoon with waterfall and waterslides, multiple tiki bars with free drinks and snacks. A spa for massages, saunas, and other beauty treatments. All for free. Evening games and dances. Noelle was convinced the two weeks would fly by and they’d never want to leave.
Brad poked his head in to say they were nearing the island. He could already see the beach, the hotel, and associated structures. The cruiser slowed to approach the private dock, where stewards gathered up their luggage (such as it was, mostly beachwear and light summer clothes) and led them along the path to the hotel entrance. A clerk, a dark-haired Polynesian lady dressed in a bikini bra and wrap-around floral pattern skirt greeted them and checked them in, then led them down a hallway to their suite. It had a large living room with numerous chairs and couches, a big screen tv (“free movie list for our guests”), a bar and mini-fridge stocked with bottled water, energy drinks, fruit drinks (alcohol available upon request), and snacks. A sliding glass and screen door led them directly to a path to the beach from their suite. There was a dining room off the front lobby; they had missed lunch but dinner would be served at six, and they could always order something at any of the tiki bars on the beach. “Tonight’s entertainment will be native torch dancers and hula,” the clerk told them, offering her name as Luana. “Feel free to head out and explore the beach and facilities,” she smiled.
That relief might have been in doubt it they could see him now, standing at the bow of the cruiser, waving his stetson against the wind and spray, shouting like a cowboy. The group’s excitement had only escalated once they were met from the flight by a limo that took them to the pier for the trip to the private island resort. Noelle and the twins were huddled in the lounge below, reviewing for the umpteenth time the brochure she’d received with her winning tickets. A luxury hotel suite for four, private beach for the resort’s guests, offering snorkeling, surfing, parasailing, and other beach activities. Swimming pools, hot tubs, a lagoon with waterfall and waterslides, multiple tiki bars with free drinks and snacks. A spa for massages, saunas, and other beauty treatments. All for free. Evening games and dances. Noelle was convinced the two weeks would fly by and they’d never want to leave.
Brad poked his head in to say they were nearing the island. He could already see the beach, the hotel, and associated structures. The cruiser slowed to approach the private dock, where stewards gathered up their luggage (such as it was, mostly beachwear and light summer clothes) and led them along the path to the hotel entrance. A clerk, a dark-haired Polynesian lady dressed in a bikini bra and wrap-around floral pattern skirt greeted them and checked them in, then led them down a hallway to their suite. It had a large living room with numerous chairs and couches, a big screen tv (“free movie list for our guests”), a bar and mini-fridge stocked with bottled water, energy drinks, fruit drinks (alcohol available upon request), and snacks. A sliding glass and screen door led them directly to a path to the beach from their suite. There was a dining room off the front lobby; they had missed lunch but dinner would be served at six, and they could always order something at any of the tiki bars on the beach. “Tonight’s entertainment will be native torch dancers and hula,” the clerk told them, offering her name as Luana. “Feel free to head out and explore the beach and facilities,” she smiled.