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A Bikini Beach Summer by Daphne Xu Part 6 Lucy's Next Few Days Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on this story. The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are copyright 2001 by him. Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and wrong. As this story is told from a particular point of view by the protagonist, this includes comments by the narrator. The protagonist, and thus the narrative, are what the protagonist believes or interprets from what he is experiencing. Thus some of the mechanics of BB are biased by the protagonist's view and experiences. Furthermore, because of the particular viewpoint of the story, those errors often won't be corrected. When the errors are corrected, the correction will often be disbelieved and rejected. Wednesday, July 2 I woke up bright and early Wednesday morning, and got up and put on a bathrobe to cross the hallway for my shower. I had sharp bikini tan lines from Bikini Beach, and I didn't want Pa to see them (or to see me undressed in any case). Why did I keep wearing bikinis to Bikini Beach, even after leaving notes reminding me not to? Ruth always wore one- pieces, except that first day, now that I thought of it. Next time, I vowed for sure I would wear a one-piece. I checked; the notes I left last night were still there. After my nice warm shower, I returned to my room and got out my clarinet. I closed my eyes and played a random, soothing melody, with the vision of Brandon's face floating in front of my eyes. After about five minutes of this, I shook myself out of this reverie and got out Klose for serious practice. Some time later, Ma knocked at my door and called out, "Breakfast time, Lucy!" I quickly disassembled my clarinet, running the swab through each piece. I put on my bathrobe, noticing for an instant that I'd been practicing in the nude, and went down for breakfast. Over breakfast, we listened to the Mental Work. I listened avidly, with my eyes closed to minimize outside distractions. "It shall be the duty of every member of this church to defend himself daily against aggressive mental suggestion..." The danger of mental malpractice -- animal magnetism, mesmerism, hypnotism -- could not be overstated. All forms of mind-control were evil. It was important to defend oneself against these sins. "The mental malpractitioner is not and cannot be Christian Scientist. He is disloyal to God and man. He has every opportunity to mislead the human mind, and he uses it." "Stand porter at the door of thought." Then came the Lesson-Sermon for the week. I was particularly excited because I had recorded the Bible part myself on Monday, playing the Second Reader to Ma's First Reader. It was a special privilege to do so, and I was rather proud of how I sounded on the tape. Ruth went over to Daisy's house. I had to help Ma clean the house for an hour, but then I was allowed to go to the library. I had a few books to return. I packed up my ballet gear, as I wouldn't be returning home before ballet this afternoon. In the young-adult section of the library, I looked left and right, and flushing, grabbed "Sassy" magazine and another which I had absolutely no idea to conceal the "Sassy." I sat at a table, hoping against hope that nobody would see what I was reading. "Sassy" was such a naughty magazine, so contrary to Christian Science. It failed in both the moral issue and the emphasis on material sensual attractiveness. But I couldn't help myself; it was so exciting. I saw an ad: "If you're old enough to get your period, you're old enough to forget your period. Period." The picture showed two girls whispering and giggling together in bed; it was an apparent sleepover. The girls looked about eleven. The ad was for tampons, but didn't say how tampons worked or what you did with them. I don't recall when I first heard of tampons, but only a few months ago did I actually find out what one did with a tampon. Oh God, actually sticking something up one's -- down there! There was a section on "most embarrassing moments." A girl my age was with her boyfriend, standing in line at a beachfront booth. Her boyfriend, just behind her, noticed a bit of string dangling from the crotch of her swimsuit. He yanked on the string -- Ow!!! It was the string of her tampon, and it really hurt! Another embarrassing moment happened to an eleven-year-old girl, when a boy pulled loose the bow-knot of her bikini bottoms, causing them to fall and exposing her naked bottom. I had limited sympathy for her, because she was already practically naked in her bikini. There was an article about preteen girls and swimsuits and underwear. They noted a fashion newspaper headline, "Bikinis are Out; Thongs are In," -- ewwww! Imagine the string creeping up your behind! -- and questioned whether eleven- and twelve-year-old girls should wear thong underwear and swimwear, or stick to the conservative option of bikini wear. I saw a picture of a red-headed freckled girl about my age, maybe a year older, in a neon-green bikini -- between two boys in swimming trunks. The boys' trunks went down below their knees, but the girl was practically naked. She reminded me of Alice, but was a lot taller and thinner. She had her arms around the boys' bare waists, and each boy had an arm around her -- as if they were both her boyfriends. I cringed for the girl. Didn't she know how she was exposing herself? Not only would everyone at the beach see her, but anyone looking at this magazine as well. She was shamelessly exposing herself to the world! I thought back about all my visits to Bikini Beach. I always wore my bikini, as brief as the one in the picture. And except for brief moments of self-consciousness, I hardly ever thought about it while being with my friends and having fun in the water. What was wrong with me, how could I ever have done such a thing? I felt so ashamed, so embarrassed. Pa was right about us girls wearing bikinis. At least Bikini Beach didn't have any boys there to see us. I vowed again, this time for sure! I would wear one of my perfectly fine one-piece suits to Bikini Beach tomorrow. Ruth and I both took the ballet class at 1:00. I had to make sure I arrived in time to change into my pink leotard, tights, and ballet shoes. I was already stretching at the barre when Ma arrived with Ruth. As usual, Ma asked, "You sure you're okay with walking home together?" "Yes, Ma. We'll be fine," Ruth answered with a hint of exasperation. After class, the teacher informed us that there would be no class on Friday, July 4th. I slid my jeans on over my ballet outfit and changed my shoes, and walked home with Ruth. Since today was Wednesday, we had the Wednesday evening meeting at church this evening. I always looked forward to the Wednesday evening testimony meetings, although I was scared of actually standing up and giving my own testimony in front of the congregation. We arrived at church about 15 minutes early. Pa, Ruth, and I went to our usual bench while Ma did her usual socializing, before joining us just as the incidental organ music began. The service opened with one of my favorite hymns, "Onward Christian Soldiers." The music was almost march-like, with the thrill of victory. Following the hymn, the First Reader read from the Bible and "Science and Health." It was one of several reading sets the Reader rotated through, so we eventually got familiar with the same readings every couple of months. Then we recited the Lord's Prayer and sang our second hymn, one I wasn't familiar with. Most of the second part was dedicated to congregation members giving "testimonials of healing and remarks on Christian Science." While waiting in silence, I dreaded the moment I would have to get up and actually give a testimony myself. I heard shuffling in the back and saw the First Reader nod his head with a smile. I listened carefully as an elderly woman gave her testimony. "I am so grateful for Christian Science, for the numerous demonstrations I've had over the years." She went on to discuss a "claim of a sudden pain in my head." Going to "Science and Health," she'd turned to a passage declaring the pleasures and pains of the material senses but illusion of Mortal Mind. "God is all-in-all, and man is the reflection of God. We can no more experience pain than God can. As soon as I thoroughly understood that, the pain ceased. I am so grateful for Christian Science and for Mary Baker Eddy's discovery." "Thank you," acknowledged the First Reader, as the woman sat back down. I had never given a testimony. It was simply too scary to stand up in front of the congregation, everyone's eyes on you, and talk. I was just too shy, too fearful. Ahah! came the epiphany That was Error, whispering in my ear, telling me that I was shy and fearful. I only had to work to correct -- no, exterminate -- the Error. The sentence, "The exterminator of Error is the great Truth that God is the only Mind." A man stood up. "Radical reliance on God, not timid conservatism, Mrs. Eddy admonishes. This summer gives me the opportunity to truly understand what radical reliance means. My nine-year-old granddaughter, Beth, is visiting for the summer. Putting their trust in Materia Medica, her parents give Beth a daily injection for a claim which Materia Medica deems incurable -- injections claimed to simply let her live with the disease. "Radical reliance on God means understanding fully that disease is but a false belief, and is unreal. Radical reliance cannot be mixed with Materia Medica, which only fuels the belief. I have taken Beth off the injections, and stopped her daily blood readings, and fully trust God to defeat the claim of disease once and for all. God is all-powerful and all-in-all, and will not fail." The man sat down as the First Reader nodded, "Thank you." I should follow his example, and fully rely upon God. What was that passage with Jesus in the Bible? "Lord, I believe! Help thou me my unbelief!" Something like that. We ended the service with a third hymn, one by Mary Baker Eddy herself. "It matters not what be thy lot,..." The service ended promptly with the end of the hymn. I dozed off in the car, as we drove home. Once we got home, I made my way to my bedroom and just barely managed to get the good dress off before conking out in bed. I didn't bother with pajamas. Thursday, July 3 We returned to Bikini Beach the next day. For once, I actually remembered my vow to wear a one-piece suit instead of my bikini! I didn't even need the notes I'd left, to remind me. Rolling it up in my towel and procuring my sunscreen and other lotions, I kept wondering why I'd kept wearing my bikini to Bikini Beach, when Pa was so dead against girls wearing bikinis. Pa didn't even know I had one. If he ever found out... I thought of this quote from "Science and Health": "Children should obey their parents. Insubordination is an evil, blighting the budding of self-government." I can't say I was completely disobeying my parents by having and wearing a bikini. At least Ma was okay with it, for Bikini Beach at least. She knew and kept the secret from Pa. But I really didn't want to deceive or disobey Pa. And what about Christian Science and disagreements between spouses? There is but one Mind, and disagreements are unknown in Science. I made sure I had my Bikini Beach membership card, and met Vanessa and Helen and Mrs. King. Ruth and I were going with them again to Bikini Beach. Ruth had already changed into her swimsuit. Come to think of it, Ruth always wore one-piece suits, except for that very first day to Bikini Beach. Hmmm. Maybe she was afraid of forgetting her bikini top again. In the women's changing room, as I slipped my one-piece suit on, I realized anew that I'd finally remembered to wear a one-piece instead of my bikini! "Yah!" I exclaimed, and suddenly blushed as everyone looked at me strangely. Alice and Carol must have heard me, because they immediately joined us. Alice exclaimed, "Oh, I just love your swimsuit! You look so cool!" "It looks great on you," added Carol. I blushed and looked down, not knowing what to say. I eventually came out with, "Pa hates it when girls wear bikinis. I don't even know why I've been wearing one every time before." "Well, it is called Bikini Beach, you know," said Alice, a bit ironically in her own one-piece. A little later, as we waited in line for one of the steep water slides, Becky and Jen joined us. So all six of us were together again; that was so wonderful! Jen showed us a flier I'd seen scattered around, but didn't pay attention to. Tomorrow was July 4th, and Bikini Beach was going to celebrate, starting at three in the afternoon and continuing until ten at night. "Is anyone coming tomorrow?" asked Jen. "Me," answered Alice. "Helen and I are singing in one of their choruses," said Vanessa. That was interesting. "I hope I can come and see it," I said. "I'll be there to see you for sure," said Becky. "Me too!" added Alice. "I really hope I can come," said Jen. I kept wondering about Jen throughout the day, how she was dealing with the situation of her former boyfriend. I had no idea what to say, so I didn't say anything, and she never brought it up. I did notice Jen and Vanessa discreetly going off to the side together a few times. I wondered... As we rode the Old Man River raft ride, I found myself thinking and dreaming about clarinet lessons tomorrow with Brandon. Of course, I never called him that to his face -- always Mr. Oregon. But a girl could dream, and I did. "Earth to Lucy, come in Lucy!" called Alice. "We're getting off now. We're going to the wave pool." "Say Lucy, who's Brandon?" asked Carol, as we headed off. "Nobody," I quickly answered, blushing furiously. "Mmm Hmmmm. `Nobody' has just given Lucy a serious sunburn then," said the usually shy Jen, surprising me. "He's just my clarinet teacher," I tried to explain. "Sure," giggled Becky. "JUST her clarinet teacher. I bet you wish he was something more." "Stop it!" I cried. "Darling," said Vanessa. "We're all friends here. You don't have to be embarrassed at anything. You can tell us about your crush." I couldn't help blushing at that. "Ooooooo, that clarinet teacher is making her blush," said Becky. "And she calls him Brandon, not Mr. -- what's his last name?" added Jen. "Oregon. Brandon Oregon, if you must know." "The clarinet does have a sexy, romantic sound, in my view," said Carol. Becky added, giggling, "And I've heard of kinky things a girl might do with a clarinet." Oh God, that was just horrible! And it would be way too big to fit, too. "That kind of stuff would make Lucy hate him, not fall in love with him," Vanessa said. "I'm not in love with him!" I shouted angrily, utterly embarrassed, not wanting to admit my crush. "The girl protests too much," said Alice. "Lucy and Brandon up a tree," said Becky. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage. Then comes Junior in a baby carriage." "Be careful, Lucy," said Vanessa. "Things don't always happen in that order." "Brandon doesn't even know about it!" I was appalled at the idea. "Oh? There's very much something there for Brandon not to know, eh?" said Alice. Oh God, it seems I'd accidentally admitted it! "Darling," said Vanessa. "Nothing's wrong with having a crush." "Yeah, it happens to everyone," added Alice. "You should be proud," said Becky. "Shout it to the world! `You can't have him; he's mine!'" Everyone else laughed at that. I didn't feel like laughing. In fact, I was almost crying with embarrassment. "So how old is Brandon?" asked Carol. "Does he have gray hair?" asked Becky. "Old enough to be your grandfather?" suggested Jen. "No, no, no! Brandon's not like that at all!" "So tell us. Tell us everything!" said Becky. "He only in his twenties, or maybe his early thirties." I wished they would stop going on about this! "So not a distinguished gray-haired old man then," said Becky. "Black hair? Tall, dark, and handsome?" "Has he met your parents yet?" asked Alice. "Of course! He's --" "So what do they think of him as your boyfriend?" interrupted Becky. "As I was about to say," I huffed in a loud voice, punctuating every syllable, hoping to avoid bursting in tears, "He has met my parents because he's my clarinet teacher. Got it?" I stuck my tongue out at her. "Don't worry about us," said Carol, taking me into her arms and pressing my head up against her bosom. Funny, that was usually Vanessa's role. "We're all girls here. We like to tease, and we like anything to do with boys and romance. It's all in fun; it's just teasing. Right girls?" she shouted out to everyone. "Right!" the other four answered in unison. "We're all friends here," added Vanessa. "So everyone, into the water!" shouted Becky, and we all jumped up and ran for the nearby pool. I came up to the surface next to Carol, who was treading water and tying her bikini top back on. "I got just a bit over-enthusiastic there," she said. "Hey, race-ya to the other side!" She beat me handily, being the faster swimmer, but I had fun. Eventually, the day ended. Vanessa's mom dropped Ruth and me off at home. The relief of not potentially being caught by Pa having worn a bikini was a major weight off my shoulders, even though I still had bikini tan lines from earlier. We got home shortly before Ruth's bedtime, so I only got to practice a little on the clarinet. Afterwards, I practiced a half-hour on the piano in the living room. The piano teacher, Mrs. Prudence, was a nice old lady, and I didn't want to disappoint her. Then I took my evening bath, and carefully shaved myself all over. Stubble was beginning to grow in, and I was itching just a bit, particularly in my crotch. I was feeling sexy about Brandon and seeing him tomorrow. Friday, July 4 "Let's hear the F-major scale, the low octave," Brandon instructed. F... F... F... oh yes, fingers covered all holes, and one of the pinky keys. I put my clarinet to my mouth -- nothing came out. I blew harder -- still nothing. "Okay, let's try playing C," said Brandon, obviously disappointed. That was just my left hand, covering all notes. I knew it like I knew my own name. I blew into the clarinet -- nothing again. My breath seemed caught in my throat. "Okay, how about the open G." No keys pressed, no holes covered. Just blow in while supporting the clarinet with my right thumb. I briefly adjusted my bikini bottom with my free left hand, while attempting to blow the note. I'd come to clarinet lessons directly from Bikini Beach. I'd never been so humiliated in my life, botching the clarinet in my bikini in front of Brandon. In my bikini! Oh-my-God-no-no-can't-be! -- I awoke. Oh, gads, what a nightmare! I sat up in bed and breathed deeply a couple times. Oh, Brandon seeing me in a bikini, seeing me mangle the clarinet in a bikini! I got up and went to the bathroom to relieve myself, then returned to bed. Whew! That was only a nightmare... only a nightmare... only a nightmare, I thought in relief as I joined Brandon in the clarinet lesson room. I sat down, assembled my clarinet, and absently adjusted my bikini top-- -- Oh God! I woke up again. Brandon seeing me in a bikini again. At least I hadn't bombed the clarinet playing this time. I slid further down between my sheets, squeezing my legs together, reveling in my shaved pubes. Maybe I might let Brandon see me wearing a bikini some time -- oh heavens, no! The Mental Work had just finished, and I was happy to be allowed to read out loud and record the Lesson Sermon. I stood up in front of and Ma, Pa, Ruth, with the Bible and "Science and Health" in front of me. While reading, I noticed my piano teacher, Mrs. Prudence, off to the side. I recognized two old ladies and a middle-aged man in the back of the church. While turning to the next entry in the Bible, I absently pulled down on my bikini bottom-- -- Oh SHIIIIIITTTTTT! I burst into tears, compounding the cold sweat on the pillow and sheets, bawling out my heart against a world of nightmares -- Pa seeing me in a bikini, Mrs. Prudence seeing me in a bikini, the whole damn congregation seeing me up front in a bikini! I found a dry region on my bed, and lay awake for I don't know how long. I woke to Ma's knock at the door, calling me to breakfast. I had no time to get dressed; I slipped on a robe and went downstairs. Breakfast was followed by the usual Mental Work and Lesson on cassette. I listened more avidly than usual -- I had recorded the Bible part myself -- standing porter at the door of thought and keeping my mind off nightmares. I admit to being a bit proud of my own work in recording the Lesson. It didn't quite work. The thought of Brandon seeing me in a bikini got through to me, and I pressed my legs together and stretched them out, pointing my toes and leaning forward, with my hands between my knees. It felt good and exciting. I hoped Ma and Pa didn't notice. After the Lesson, I went upstairs to get dressed, but instead I conked out on the bed for a couple hours. I wanted to wear something pretty for clarinet lessons today, but I didn't want to embarrass myself. I picked out an olive sleeveless blouse with a matching darker-green skirt that reached halfway down my thighs, and also a sky-blue blouse with a navy-blue skirt ending a few inches above my knees when I stood. I couldn't decide which. Of course, I couldn't wear either of those to Sunday School and church, or every day to dinner; they were inappropriately revealing. I had a few of these outfits, that I purchased on a whim, but hardly ever wore. I also tried on an old favorite red skirt, that I couldn't bear to give to the Salvation Army. It was two years old. When I tried it on, it was tight around my hips and ended less than an inch below my crotch. Putting on a matching tank top, I posed and examined myself in the mirror. No, I definitely couldn't wear this. Not outside, not anywhere anyone could see me. Not only was I showing way too much leg, not only would I flash everyone upon sitting down, but I also couldn't trust the material not to split. No, I couldn't wear that to clarinet lessons. I could only save it for Ruth when she got older. I decided on the green set. I put on a pair of anklet white socks and black flats, and slipped on a couple tiny diamond earrings for good measure. I was a bit nervous about Ma seeing me in this, and terrified of Pa seeing me. I wondered how to get out of the house, with Pa staying home from work for July 4th vacation. I decided to practice one last time on the clarinet before today's lesson. I kept practicing, but I stopped when I realized I had been practicing a full hour. I didn't want to tire out my lips for the lesson today. I still had a couple hours. I stuffed my clarinet and my notebook with my now-shredded Klose, long with other things I needed, into my knapsack. At least I didn't need my ballet uniform. Nervously venturing out of my room, where Pa might see me, I paused at the top of the stairs, hearing Ma and Pa talking loudly. Pa was saying, "-- go to Bikini Beach if you want. Take Ruth and Lucy. I'll just stay home, watch baseball and the fireworks on TV, maybe listen to the music, and perhaps get a little work done." While I was waiting for Ma and Pa to end their argument, Ruth slipped behind me. "So it appears we're going to Bikini Beach today, for July 4th Celebration." "Yeah. You don't seem very excited, though, Ruth." "I'm pretty much past caring by now. I can't change it. Only Ma even remembers. Anyway, I must admit that Bikini Beach is lots of fun, and I've made many friends there. I'm sure you're quite excited about it, Lucy." Ruth was sounding strange again. I just couldn't understand her at times. Like, wasn't the whole point of Bikini Beach to have lots of fun and make friends? "You look really pretty, Lucy," Ruth continued. "Is there a particular reason you're all dressed up?" "No-no-no-no-no," I quickly replied. "No reason at all. I just decided to dress up today." By now, the argument had wound down and Pa had gone to his office. Ruth and I went downstairs. "Ma, are we really going to Bikini Beach today for the fireworks?" "Yes, dear. We'll go directly there from your lessons, so bring your swimming gear with you. And Lucy, I'm happy to see you dress up. You should do it more often." I was glad Ma didn't suspect anything. Again, I remembered I wanted to wear only one-piece swimsuits to Bikini Beach. I had two, in addition to my contraband bikini. I'd worn one yesterday, so I picked the other for today. We stopped for a salad lunch at the deli, at around 11:00. While waiting in line, I spotted a familiar figure sitting alone. Carol. "Ma, may I go and join my friend over there?" "Yes you may. I'll order a salad bar for you." I went over. Sure enough, it was Carol from Bikini Beach. "Hey, Carol!" She looked up. "Hey, Lucy!" She set down her sandwich and stood up. We hugged briefly. As we pulled apart, she looked me up and down. "Wow, you look wonderful!" I giggled and blushed a little. "Dressed up for something special?" "Na, I just decided to dress up," I said as nonchalantly as I could. Her yellow tee-shirt displayed a vague picture of rows and columns of symbols in blocks of various colors. "I like your tee-shirt. It's a bit nerdy; it suits you. I can't remember, but I think I've seen it before. "It's the periodic table of the elements. You know, hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium--" "Enough, you lost me! Anyway, it's cute on you." I changed the subject. "I have clarinet lesson at twelve." "Oooo, the mysterious Brandon! I understand now." Carol glanced at my skirt and gave a knowing cockeyed smile. I blushed furiously. "Shhhh! Ma and Ruth are here." I quickly glanced over my shoulder. Ma and Ruth were at the cash register. "Your mom probably suspects something. They're usually quite observant. And we tend to be a lot more transparent about things than we think." I sucked in my breath. It would be so embarrassing if Ma or Pa knew anything, or even suspected anything. Carol continued, "And I've heard that little sisters can be surprisingly perceptive about such things." "And how!" I thought back to the time Ruth caught me in the library. "Hello, Mrs. Cuttington," Carol politely greeted Ma, who had just joined us with Ruth. "Hi Ruth!" "Hello, I'm pleased to meet one of Lucy's friends from Bikini Beach," answered Ma. "Unfortunately, I'm sorry I can't remember your name." "She's Carol," said Ruth. "She visited us one evening with her sister Nancy, and her sister's friend." I reminded Ma. "Hey, are you coming to Bikini Beach July 4th celebration tonight?" Carol asked. "It'll be great! Vanessa's singing in a chorus." "Indeed we are," answered Ma. Ruth reappeared with a plate of pasta and other stuff from the salad bar. "We're going to see Helen sing too," she said. "I'll be back; I'm getting my lunch." I went to the salad bar and selected various items. We spent the next half-hour chatting and eating. We pushed two tables together when Carol's sister Nancy joined us with her friend Cindy. Eventually, Ruth and Ma got up. "I have to take Ruth to her piano lesson now." Mrs. Prudence taught piano in her own home, which was several blocks from the mall. In contrast, clarinet lessons were held in a small music store in the mall. We all packed up and left the deli together. "I'm going to clarinet lesson now," I said. "I'll go with you," Carol said. She turned to her sister. "Bruella's at one?" Shandy's Music was a bit of a walk from the deli, but we made it there by 11:50. I couldn't help breathing heavier as I approached. I was getting really nervous and excited. When we arrived, Carol and i sat on a bench next to the hallway leading to the lesson rooms. I tried to put aside my breathlessness and nerves by starting my preparation. I could hear saxophone sounds from the current lesson. Carol watched me curiously, so I explained a little. "I like to soak my reeds a long time." I picked out a reed and opened a jar of distilled water and pressed the reed up against the side. Setting the jar down, I assembled my clarinet. I blew through it reedlessly to warm it up. "Wind instruments get a bit sharper when they warm. Unlike violins, which flatten." "I've noticed that. I play both the flute and the violin," answered Carol. I fingered a couple exercises from Klose, still waiting for my reed to soak. "My, that book must have seen a lot of use," declared Carol, when I pulled it from my knapsack. "Definitely." I'd used it so much the past year that it had repeatedly come apart. It was simpler to put it in a three-ring binder. HE appeared shortly, along with a girl carrying her saxophone case and music, having just finished her lesson "Hello Lucy." "Hi B-b-b- Mr. Oregon," I stammered breathlessly. "This is my friend Carol." "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Oregon," Carol stood up to shake hands. Brandon greeted her in turn, as I gathered up my stuff. As we walked to the lesson room, Brandon commented, "I see that as usual, you've prepared you're setup. And I must say, you look wonderful all dressed up." I turned my head away, so he couldn't see my smile and blush of happiness. "Is it for a special July 4th function today?" "Oh, nothing in particular." I could hardly admit it was for him. I attached the reed to the mouthpiece as he did the same for his clarinet, and warmed up with a few random notes. I slipped in the opening phrase of "You Are My Sunshine," both hoping and fearing he would notice. Wearing a miniskirt, I had to keep my knees close together; crossing my legs while playing the clarinet was not an option. I leaned forward just a bit and aimed my clarinet a little higher than usual, so that the bell extended above and beyond my knees. We played a bunch of short 16th-note exercises, near the end of pages 16 and 17 of Klose. At one point, Brandon paused briefly to comment, "I think your posture is quite good now, Lucy. That's a good way to sit." I smiled, and couldn't help giggling a little at Brandon's compliment. We also played a few scales, in keys such as E-major and B-major. They were pretty hard, although I managed. I'd long ago realized I'd grown way too accustomed to the left-hand low E and F#, and the right-hand low F. With these scales, I had to use the right-hand for low E and the corresponding middle-staff B. It felt strange. We played a few longer duets, about half-page to full-page long. They were very hard. I always played the top stanza, with Brandon on the bottom stanza. The triplet 16th-note variation was particularly difficult, and I had to take it slow. As the lesson ended and I dismantled my clarinet, Brandon assigned me some new passages, keeping a couple of the old ones, including the last few measures of pages 16 and 17. "You are a good player, Lucy. I'll see you next week." I quivered inside at his compliment and smile. "Thank you Mr. Oregon. Have a wonderful July 4th!" "I will. I'm performing this afternoon and this evening in the celebration." I practically ran out of the room in my excitement, and down the hallway to the store proper. Carol was still there, to my surprise. She was browsing through some folders of music. "Lucy! Your playing is wonderful! You gotta join the band in high school this fall." "I probably will, although I'm scared. I think it'll be very hard. I hope I'm good enough." "You are for sure. Nancy plays clarinet in the band, and you're better than her. She's gonna be a senior this fall." "What about you, Carol? Are you going to play?" "I haven't decided yet, between band and orchestra." "It would be cool being in the band together!" "Or maybe you could play clarinet for orchestra. Nancy tells me that they take orchestra wind players directly from band." We talked a bit more, then Carol said, "I have to meet Nancy and Cindy at Bruella's now. Wanna join me?" "Sure. Let me tell the people here, so Ma knows where to find me." Bruella's wasn't very far, and we made it there in good time. Nancy was there with her friend Cindy, trying on swimsuits. Cindy had a new bikini on, and she turned to us as we approached. "Hey Carol, Lucy! What do you think? Good enough for the celebration today?" "You look wonderful," answered Carol. I echoed the sentiment. She certainly looked hot; the sky-blue solid color matched well her dazzling blonde hair. Nevertheless, I felt a little uncomfortable for her, displaying herself in public that way. The strap of her bikini bottom around her waist was just a thin string, tied in bow knots on either side of her hips. But I kept my reservations to myself. Ma and Ruth showed up about fifteen minutes later. "Thank you for leaving the message," said Ma. As our group and Carol's group were both leaving for Bikini Beach shortly, Ma invited them to join us. They agreed; that would be more convenient than taking the bus. We all managed to squeeze in the car. Ruth had to sit on my lap. I got the sense that she seemed a little embarrassed sitting on my lap. True, we hadn't done it in several months, but we used to do it all the time. Why was she reluctant or embarrassed now? The Bikini Beach parking lot was already half full when we arrived. This was apparently going to be a huge celebration this year. The vast majority of visitors were women and girls, but a few men and boys came with their families. It weirded me out, imagining how it would be for the boys, being surrounded by women and girls on all sides. All six of us already had membership passes, so we could skip the incredibly long lines for the ticket booths. We only had to enter the moderately long lines for those already with passes. Carol, Nancy, and Cindy all had summer memberships, as did Ma, I learned to my consternation. Ruth, of course, had her eight-year membership, and I had my measly two-week membership. That was just so unfair, especially as Ruth seemed a bit sour on Bikini Beach! I always had to get a single-day pass, until Vanessa's mom got me the two-week pass. "Why couldn't I get the summer pass, the same as you, Ma, even if you didn't wish to get me Ruth's eight-year pass?" "I can't explain it, Lucy. But we had to do it this way with you, believe me." That was most unsatisfying. Ma refused to say anything further. Ruth looked like she wanted to say something, but remained silent after a glance from Ma. They were selling swimwear just inside the turnstiles: black, with red, white, and blue stars scattered to resemble a fireworks bloom in the form of the Bikini Beach logo. Nearly everyone was buying them. One- piece suits and tankinis went for $5.00, bikinis and thongs for $3.00. Children's sizes were a dollar less. I even noticed a stack of one-piece thong suits. One of the salesladies wore one, her bottom completely exposed as the strip went down her crack. Carol said, "You should try one of those." "What? Ewww!" Imagine that narrow strip creeping up my behind! I didn't imagine Pa liking that any more than he liked bikinis, either, what with my behind completely exposed. We slid our passes through the turnstiles, and Ma picked up and examined the suits. "Quality workmanship, definitely." So, even though we had already brought our own suits, we all got the new Bikini Beach ones. Ruth and I got one-pieces. Ma got a tankini, a bit to my surprise. Carol and Nancy both got those thong one-pieces, and Cindy got a thong bikini. It was very much a steal, for things normally costing $15 to $40 a piece! We entered the women's changing facilities, which now seemed a whole lot bigger than before. It couldn't be, I know, but it seemed like it. We quickly changed into our new swimsuits, and went out to join the celebration.

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Bikini Beach A Friend In Need 2019 update

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Bikini Beach Whats Good for the Gander

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Bikini Beach The Doctor

This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this...

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Bikini Beach

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Bikini Beach A Boys Visit

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Bikini Beach Addiction

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Bikini Beach Swim Date

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Bikini Beach Twilight Zone Edition Chapter one

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Bikini Beach If I Should Die Before I Wake

Bikini Beach: If I Should Die Before I Wake by Jezzi Belle Stewart (c)2000 (This story can be posted at Fictionmania or any free site. If you're not 18, or are offended by transgendered themes, don't read it!) (This story begins immediately following the events in Caleb Jones' story, "Gidget Surfs Up at Bikini Beach", and involves Gidget's dad and Gidget, from the TV series, as well as mentioning the character, Biff, from Caleb Jones' story.) July 2, 1968, 5:15pm Gidget...

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Bikini Beach Spring Break

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Bikini Beach The BrotherinLaw

This started as a quickie piece. It didn't finish up that way. There is, by the way, no relationship between this story and my recent (and forthcoming) Altered Fates stories. * * * * * Bikini Beach: Brother-In-Law By Ellie Dauber (c) 2003 Lynette Dorsey was working at the sink when Carter Dorsey came into the kitchen. He stood by the door for a minute, watching the way her slender body moved and how the early evening light made her dark blonde hair seem to glow. He held...

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Bikini Beach A Private Matter

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Bikini Beach Nerds Fund Raiser

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Bikini Beach Private Party

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Bikini Beach Junior Prank

Bikini Beach: The Junior Prank By Heather St. Claire Because the magic of the Bikini Beach water park is designed to affect men, some people might mistakenly assume that men are the only ones who can be taught lessons there. That's far from the truth. Let's look back at a story from Bikini Beach's past, when Anya was younger, and not long after Grandmother first allowed her solo duty in the ticket booth. It was early March, and a beautiful weekday. The clouds had parted...

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Bikini Beach A Punks Story

Bikini Beach: A Punk's Story By Ellie Dauber Copyright 2000 By the time we came back after the Memorial Day break, the school year's just about over. Sure, there were a couple weeks left -- and the exams, but who worries about them? Me, I was thinking about the summer, three months to have fun and raise hell. It looked like the fun was starting early. It was just a couple of days after we got back. I was walking around, looking for Bill Gerhart. Bill was just a guy I knew, but...

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Bikini Beach Same Old Story

Bikini Beach is the creation of Elrod W, who has kindly let me visit and helped with editing this tale. May the Maker smile upon him! Bikini Beach: Same Old Story By Anne-Mal Hello. My name is Tina, or at least that is what I like to call myself. You see I was born male, but always wished to be treated as if I was female. So while my real name is male, please just think of me as Tina! One of my passions is dressing up as a woman. I have thought about undergoing the various...

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Bikini Beach Friends with Benefits

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Bikini Beach The Band

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Bikini Beach The Sub

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Bikini Beach The Family Outing

Copyright by the author. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the express permission of the author. Bikini Beach: The Family Outing By Elrod W "This one doesn't look good, either." Mike Harwin slid his key into the ignition as he slammed the car door. He glanced over the seat. "Sorry kids, but this doesn't look like a very nice beach." There was an immediate cry of protest from little Jimmy and his older sister Nichole, seated in the back of the sedan....

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Bikini Beach Initiation Rites

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Bikini Beach Wandering Eyes

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Bikini Beach Dear Jenny

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Bikini Beach The Regatta

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Bikini Beach Teaching Sally

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Bikini Beach A Day At The Beach

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Bikini Beach Child Star

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Bikini Beach YuGiOh Style

I'm doing putting a different spin on Bikini Beach by using Yu-Gi-Oh characters. Wait and see what happens. I should probably say I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or the idea of Bikini Beach. This is not an official story in the Bikini Beach Universe. *** Yugi waited for the doorbell. He was taking T?a to the beach for a date. He was going to go to the new one called Bikini Beach. T?a finally arrived at Yugi's house. Yugi said goodbye to Yami. "So Yugi, are you ready for this?" T?a said "Yeah o...

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Bikini Beach Hey Hey Paula

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Bikini Beach Saving A Life

Bikini Beach: Saving A Life Copyrighted 2000 By Radioactive Loner and JDG I was not a happy man. The heat was baking me. Well, not just me, but pretty much all the residents of the fair city where I lived, except those with air conditioners. I was unfortunately not among that number, and so I lay prostrate across my bed, sweat popping out of every pore in my body, feeling as if I was being baked in a slow heat, heat resounding both into and out of my body in a languid...

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Bikini Beach Nerds Date Rape Avenger

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Bikini Beach The Purse Snatcher

Author's Note: This story got written while I was also working on the story, "Teaching Sally". I never meant it to be so long, but after I set up the initial situation, which involves a thirty-day pass, I had to do something to fill that time. I decided to try developing multiple story lines, sub-plots. So, this is an experiment. Let me know what you think. Negative constructive criticism ("I don't think you did X very well") is welcome. Suggestions on how to improve ("I...

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Bikini Beach Choices

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Bikini Beach The Nerds Revenge

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Bikini Beach Another Mans Shower Part 1

I wrote this story a long time ago and held off trying to post it. If I can find where I put my old notebooks I think I have at least one more chapter of it hand-written somewhere. Anyway, the idea was somewhat inspired by Ellie Dauber's story, Bikini Beach: The Novitiates. I wanted to explore what might happen if someone was changed into someone else's female alter ego at Bikini Beach and what might happen both to them and the rest of the world as a result. I want to thank Elrod W...

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Bikini Beach Self Sacrifice

1. The Penitent "You don't want to do that." The gunman's head jerked round, eyes flashing dangerously; had Brian misjudged things? Had he allowed his bravado to take him just a step too far? Would today be the day he drew his last breath? The boy could not have been more than nineteen; perhaps this had been a mistake; perhaps he was one of those in-between teenagers, where a mature view of the world had not quite caught up on the panic of being cast into it as an adult. He took...

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Bikini Beach Customer Service

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Bikini Beach Boyfriends

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Bikini Beach The New Neighbor

Copyright by author of story. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the permission of the author. Bikini Beach: The New Neighbor Elrod W Everything about Ronald Harris screamed of power - his clothes, his facial expression, his speech mannerisms, and his choices of words. And Ron Harris enjoyed his power. Particularly like now, when another of his plans was coming together. Even surrounded by construction workers and vehicles and equipment and noise,...

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Bikini Beach Bimbo Petes Whore Wife

Pete wheezed, wiping sweat off of his forehead. It was such a terribly hot summer day. He had arrived nearly an hour ago, yet his wife had failed to show up. Pete always tried to have infinite patience with her but he was beginning to grow tired of waiting out in the roasting sun. Frustrated, he sat down at a nearby bench and stared outwards at the waves. It was no soon after he had taken his seat when he felt two hands slide around from each side of his head and cover up his eyes. "Guess who!"...

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Bikini Beach Priorities

Bikini Beach: Priorities By Bashful "Johnny, would you come here a minute, I need to speak to you?" The voice belonged to John's grandmother who he had lived with since he was twelve years old. He was now twenty-three. "Damn it Grandma, I've asked you not to call me Johnny any more. My name is John," he said gruffly as he entered the living room. His grandmother was sitting in her rocker and she looked very old and weary. "Johnn...John, I got a call from Carole Thornton...

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Bikini Beach Desperate Times

Bikini Beach: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures Synopsis: Fred's life is coming apart, and in his desperation, he is gambling on a very extreme strategy. After a meeting with Anya at the park, however, he discovers a new, less final way to save what's important to him. [email protected] ********************************************************************** Bikini Beach: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures Most of you know me. You've seen me countless...

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Bikini Beach An Affair to Remember

Bikini Beach: An Affair to Remember ElrodW A man who's having an affair would love to leave his wife for his best friend and love. The problem is that the wife has the power to ruin him if he tries. He needs help - magic help of the kind that Bikini Beach specializes in. But the results aren't quite what he was thinking. *********************************************************************** Bikini Beach: An Affair to Remember This story is copyright by the author. It is...

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Bikini Beach Julies Dilemma

Bikini Beach: Julie's Dilemma This is the prize for my first story-writing contest, for Julie (who wrote the winning entry). Julie provided the idea, and I filled in the details. So she gets most of the credit for this one. Now whether this story bears any resemblance to reality is a question to ask Julie, not me. [email protected] ********************************************************** Bikini Beach: Julie's Dilemma By Elrodw Julie eased herself...

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Bikini Beach Midnight Swim

Bikini Beach: Midnight Swim By Elrod W Mark turned away from the ticket booth, his face a mix of disgust and disappointment. Slowly, he trudged across the hot asphalt toward the car. He opened the door, frowning. "Well?" Mark Wilson shook his head as he slid into the seat. "No dice. It's way to expensive." Bill Jennings leaned forward from the back seat. "It can't be that much," he protested. " Mark turned his head. "You want to give up beer for the next month?" Bill...

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Bikini Beach the Nerds Frat House

This tale is very loosely based on Revenge of the Nerds, and is set in the Bikini Beach universe. The characters were initially defined in my earlier tale "Bikini Beach: The Nerds - Revenge", and are listed here for reference. This story is copyright by the author, all rights reserved. It may be posted on Fictionmania. Any other free site may post this story with permission of the author. Cast of Characters Brandon - a nerdish type who fits the stereotype to a tee, and...

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Bikini Beach Understanding A Girlfriend

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Bikini Beach Peeping Tom

Story copyright by author. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the author's permission. Bikini Beach: Peeping Tom By Elrod W Alan Jenkins smiled to himself as he sat in his car. Parked near the ticket booth, he had a prime view of the girls coming and going to Bikini Beach. And he couldn't be happier about that view. With the convertible top down, the CD player turned up loud, and his shades on, Alan looked cool. Or so Alan thought. On such a hot day,...

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Bikini Beach To Serve and Protect

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Bikini Beach A New Experience

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Bikini Beach Cheer Squad

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