Putting My Feet in the Dirt 4

She swept in, white gauze dress flowing around her tanned body. More than one interested young man noticed the beauty that entered the bar.

Sand fell from her feet but no one seemed to mind. The afternoon was hot and most of the hotel guests had taken a break from the sun and gone inside. She walked up to the counter and the bartender asked her peference. “Nantucket breeze” she ordered.

He smiled a knowing grin, as she always had the same thing, every afternoon the past week. He fixed the drink in a slow manner, hardly taking his eyes off her, thinking “some days it does pay to get out of bed…” Bartending can be a dull job, especially at a resort like this one. It was only a few customers that made it worthwhile and she was one of them.

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