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delivered that delicious drink to wherever it was going, but he stopped right in front of her.
     
    “A drink for the lady,” the young man said, as he set down a flip table and the drink he was carrying.
     
    “Who sent it?” she asked, knowing who it was but wanted to see what clever name Matt would put down.
     
    “A secret admirer.” The man wagged his eyebrows at her, and she laughed.
     
    “Well, tell the secret admirer thank you for me.”
     
    “I think he has plans to come over and collect the thank you himself.”
     
    Emmy picked up her drink and watched the young bartender walk away. This is what she thought her life would be like on the beach. She knew that her admirer was Matt, but she found herself giddy to see him again. Who knew, maybe she would thank him for giving her the confidence to sit here on the beach, because once she got down here, it was fine and she’d had no problems.
     
    “Can I sit here? I brought my drink over so we can share a drink together.” A voice from beside her said. He was standing up with the sun at his back so all she could see was the blinding sun. She knew one thing; it wasn’t Matt.
     
    “Ummm… sure.” She looked around and found she wasn’t in a very populated area. When she’d been standing on the boardwalk with Matt, it seemed to be more public. She shouldn’t worry too much though because there were people in shouting distance, and she was supposed to be meeting new people and finding out more about herself in the process. However, something about this guy just didn’t sit well with her. It was probably because he was nothing like Matt, and that’s who she really wanted to spend some time with.
     
    “I saw you sitting here all alone. A pretty girl shouldn’t have to be by herself,” he said, as he looked into her eyes. They were a beady shape, and the way he was looking at her breasts made her uncomfortable. It was like he was trying to figure out how he could taste them. He also kept hitting the front of his swimming trunks, like he was covertly playing with his dick, as he salivated at her cleavage. She cleared her throat, hoping that would get him to use some manners.
     
    “I like being by myself.” She didn’t want the drink anymore if it came with this guy. Emmy knew she had no business taking it when she didn’t know who it had come from, but she assumed—which her father always said stood for make  an “ ass out of U and me ”—was coming from Matt.
     
    “You like sitting by yourself because you’ve not spent any time with me.” He sat down on the lounge chair—uninvited. She wasn’t sure what she should do. She had barely even seen his face because he was trying so hard to get a closer view of her breasts.
     
    “Excuse me, sir. You are making me very uncomfortable. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” She tried to move away from him and hoped that he’d listen to what she said.
     
    His head snapped up, and she saw his eyes were a navy blue, and they were filled with rage.
     
    “Bitch, I bought you a drink, and you accepted it. The custom is for you to share the time you spend drinking it with me.”
     
    “I didn’t know I was selling myself by accepting your drink, but now that I know, you can have it back. I hope you got your fill of looking at my tits because that as close as you’re ever going to get. You need to learn some manners.” She got up because it didn’t look like he was going to leave quietly, and she wasn’t going to fight him.
     
    He pulled her back down onto his lap and looked both ways before trying to grope at her breast. “Let me just suck on one of those fat nipples for a second, and I’ll leave you alone. We can call it even.”
     
    Emmy reached down behind her and put her hands in his shorts, reaching blindly for his dick.
     
    “Yeah, baby. It’s always the big girls who are the freakiest. Stroke me off right here. Nobody can see. You like that don’t you. Dirty whore. You can