The Fundraiser Part II
Part II While my two brains were contemplating the prospect of annual bliss filled encounters with Julie, she broke the reverie and said, “What time is it?” “About 4:00” I replied after looking at my cell phone to check the time. “Why”? “Shit, shit, shit” she swore distractedly. “I have to go”. And with that, she pulled on the bikini bottoms she had hidden in her towel, strapped on the top and made to leave. “Whoa” I said. “What’s the rush?” “It’s Rachel” she answered. “I am supposed to...