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Whooooa! Donald Trump in a thong? On the beach? A breezy beach? NOT a visual she had planned on taking back with her from vacation. And if it wasnt him, it must be his long lost twin or something
Acck! Chaucny averted her glance to the palm trees and red hibiscus surrounding their bungalow. She knew what was coming
yep
there she was little Miss Lipo, tummy-tuck Babe bouncing up to Mr. Thong Buster. Pbleckk! What a sight! This place was guaranteed to be a secluded tropical paradise and what do we get? Circus on the Beach!
Chaucny looked down at her own body and plopped back on the blanket starring up at the clouds
And what do I wear? A flamingo pink, 50% off tummy tuck, one-piece bathing suit with a fanny skirt. How can I compete? What did I expect anyway? Her exasperated sigh reached the moving clouds just as they let the sun come sizzling down on her unTanning Booth skin. She closed her eyes tight. Out of sight, out of mind, she grimaced. Yeah right
until the next time
gross! A shudder crept from her toes, to her fanny skirt and escaped through her shoulders.
Of course, right at that same moment, a shadow covered her face and the voice of George Clooney spoke with enough sugar to sweeten a gallon of tea, Hey good lookin, watchcha got cookin?
Chauncy shielded her eyes from the halo surrounding this hunk of a Clooney clone, Me, evidently Im the only one out here roasting with no umbrella. My husband is SUPPOSED to be out looking for one, but he probably got distracted somewhere between here and there.
Honey glistened on his lips, Now, how could that be possible when he has you waiting for him?
On my, the smile too. She could almost taste the sweet tea. She smiled back.
Clooney Clone got on his knees and looked deep into her smoldering eyes, Chauncy, I couldnt find an umbrella, but I did see a trail going though all those trees over there. Want a jungle kiss?
Mmmmmm
. he always did know the way to her heart. Her head was spinning with the scent of Eau de Tanning Lotion
mmmmm
nice. She gave her best rendition of a silent-film swoon and took his hand
he held her close and
she waited to exhale.
Chauncy noticed little Miss Lipo, tummy-tuck Babe sashaying by
a pang tore through her like a harpoon but then, she was being seduced by her husband of 17 yrs.
not bouncing off Mr. Thong Buster.
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