Chapitre 32: CHAPTER 32

　　All cleavage and legs, matching skimpy aqua bikinis with towels draped over one arm. These two are the class tan queens, and I guess, unlike most, they don’t get theirs out of a bottle. These two could be the poster children for Florida bimbos who love botox, lip fillers, and implants. More money than brains, and it all goes on their outward appearances.

　　“We came here to chill and meet you two… this is our spot. Get out of it.” Charmaine gestures to the expanse of sand we are sitting on, and I furrow my brow and give her a questioning glare. Irritated by the haughty demand.

　　“There’s an entire beach of sand…. half empty… go sit somewhere else.” I am not about to move for these two divas, especially not Charmaine. I can’t stand her. We got here first, and it’s not like it’s crowded.