It was about 10PM when we stepped of that train and onto Clarksville grass.
Most people wouldn’t think that traveling was so tiring - I mean after all, you are just
sitting down, right? But anyway, after a long day of sitting down and talking about
everything from how Jill peed her pants at gym night to what we wanted to do with our
future, we were exhausted and went right to our rooms. I don’t think Jill will ever live
down the time I made her pee her pants!
As we entered the motel room that night we were awed at how big and beautiful it
was. Two king sized beds! They were huge! I think we could of fit all four of us into
one. As soon as we were ready we all collapsed into bed. I slept with Jamie, Jill and
Shawna shared the other bed. I remember because Jamie kept farting and stinking me out
all night. Before Jamie and I went to sleep that night I confided to her, “I wish I would
meet a tall, dark, and handsome man who’ll sweep me off my feet.”
“Someday, someday.” Jamie yawned.
The next morning Jamie and Shawna dragged me and Jill out of bed at 9:30.
“We didn’t come on vacation to sleep!” They scolded us. “Now get up, we’re
going to the beach to check out the trim.” (Now for those of you who don’t know what
‘trim’ is, here is the definition:
“Trim!?” I exclaimed and flew out of bed to get ready. Jill moaned and went back
to sleep. After I took my shower we forced Jill to get up once and for all. “Come on,” I
whined. “Trim’s a-wastin’!”
After eating a free continental breakfast in our room, we brushed our teeth and set
out for the beach. I wore a very skimpy red and blue tie-die bikini, hoping to attract some
of that trim Jamie was talking about. As soon as we arrived I threw off my clothes and
ran into the California ocean.
“It’s so beautiful.” Jamie exclaimed. Jamie had never been to the ocean before.
She ran to join me. “Here I come, running down the beach, get the funniest looks from
everyone I meet!” Jamie sang out of tune. She really was getting funny looks because she
never took off her clothes! ‘I’ll fix her,’ I thought.
When she caught up to me, I pushed her in, shorts and all. I laughed hysterically.
A cute lifeguard in bright red beach shorts also thought this was the funniest thing in the
world. As he stepped off his lifeguard chair, I noticed how short he was. Cute, but too
short. ‘Darn,’ I thought, ‘Not my kind of trim, Jamie’s.’
This short guy walked towards Jamie and I. “Check out the trim!” I whispered to
Jamie. She nodded. It took Mr. Short Trim a while to reach us cause his legs were so
short. When he reached his destination, he reached out and took Jamie’s hand. As they
touched twinkling stars filled their eyes. “Hello, I’m Davy Jones, and I think I love you.”
Davy told her in a British accent.
Davy led Jamie off to his lifeguard post and the two proceeded to flirt for the rest
of the day. I continued to splash around in the water until I got bored. Then I decided I
would go and see what Shawna and Jill were doing. I glanced up the sand and there was
our towel and cooler-but no Jill or Shawna. ‘Huh! How irresponsible could they be?!
Just leave all our stuff there, unoccupied, someone could steal it.’ I complained, ‘Now I
have to watch it!’ I sat down on my towel, drinking my can of juice for about five
minutesbefore they came walking back.
“Where did you go and leave all our stuff?” I asked them.
“Well, Shawna had to use the bathroom and she was afraid to go alone so she
made me go with her.” Jill explained quickly. “Hey where’s Jamie?”
“She’s in love,” I answered. “With some Davy Jones.”
“Where is this Davy person who’s occupying all her time?” Jill asked.
“They're over there,” I pointed. “He’s the short one with the bowl cut.”
“Man, he is short!” Jill exclaimed when she saw him.
“Tell me about it!” I grumbled. “Okay guys, I’m going to go for a walk down
the beach to look for shells. Watch our stuff please or I’ll cripple ya! Goodbye!”
The tide had just come in so there were lots of shells to pick up. I was glad I had
my Winnie the Pooh beach bucket with me. As I made my way down the beach my eyes
stopped on some very nice trim. He was also collecting shells. One thing looked strange
to me, though. He was wearing a wool hat! On the beach! It did look cute on him
though, so I decided to go try and make conversation with him. I reached him as he was
picking up a very pretty shell. “That’s a cool shell,” I said. “My name's Samantha.”
“My name is Michael Blessing.” He told me. “You can call me Mike.” He
winked at me.
“Nice to meet you Mike, hey, since we’re both looking for shells, why don’t we
look for them together?” I asked him.
“That’s a very good idea. I was getting lonely by myself.” Mike and I compared
our shells and traded with each other. We had a great time, and talked about everything.
“Why are you in Clarksville, Mike?” I asked turning to him.
“Well, that’s a long story, but we got all day, right?” I nodded.
“I’m going to be in a TV show called the Monkees. It’s a show about four
musicians in a band who live on the beach. It’s a comedy.”
“Wow! You’re a musician! I love the tuba!” I giggled and rolled my eyes to let
him know I was kidding. “But really, that’s wonderful. You’ll have to play a song for me
sometime.”
“So, Samantha Liddle, why are you in California?” Mike asked me.
“My friends and I came out here for a vacation. We wanted to spend some time
alone together.” I answered.
“Where are your friends now?” Mike asked, “I’d love to meet them.”
“Well, Jamie is with some Daisy Bones, I mean Davy Jones-he’s a lifeguard who
she met on the beach and promptly fell in love with. I don’t know what Jill and Shawna
are doing, probably getting into trouble somewhere.”
“Davy Jones?!” Mike exclaimed, “He’s one of the actors on the Monkees. He’s
not a lifeguard, he’s a jockey!”
“Wow! It’s a small world isn’t it? Wait till Jamie hears he lied to her! She’ll be
furious!”
“I have an idea...” Said Mike slyly.
Mike and I snuck up on the two love-birds quietly. “Now!” Mike whispered to
me.
I walked to the water. I pretended I was drowning and after a minute or so of
flapping and flailing my arms about I yelled, “Help!” I made sure my head was under the
water more than it was above.
Jamie heard my cries for help. “Davy! Save her!” Davy looked frightened.
“Help me!” I screamed again and went back under water.
“Davy!” Jamie cried frantically and buried her head in her hands sobbing, “Do
something!” Davy just stood there dumbfounded as to what to do.
Finally Mike ran to my rescue. He dragged me out and gave me mouth to mouth.
That made it all worth it!
“Oh Samantha!” Jamie cried. “I’m so glad you’re all right!” She turned to Davy,
“How come you didn’t save her?”
“Jamie! How gullible can you be? Davy isn’t a lifeguard, he’s a jockey! He lied
to you! If Mike hadn’t been there, I could have drowned! Huh!” I sighed and glared at
Davy for lying to my dear friend.
Jamie turned to Davy, a hurt look on her face. “Davy?” She asked, looking for an
explanation.
“I’m sorry I lied to you, but it’s just that I like you so much, I thought would like
me more if I pretended to be a lifeguard.” Davy explained as best he could.
“Davy I’d like you if you were two feet tall! Oh sorry!” Jamie exclaimed when
she realized how short Davy really was.
Then Davy kissed Jamie passionately, and she forgot everything that had just
happened.
trim- my friends father and brother’s term for cute girls who are especially ‘trim’ - sick I
know but that’s the way they are. We made a joke out of it and used to call guys this. It’s
an ‘in-joke’ and you would have to be there to really get it.)
Meanwhile, Shawna and Jill met Peter and Micky.
Jill was lying on the beach showing off her body to all the trim that walked by and Shawna was just, well, laying on the beach, when the two boys wandered by their towels.
Shawna was too absorbed in her book to notice the trim. Jill, however, seemed to have a sixth sense. If there was trim to be found, Jill would find it. And so was her reaction when Micky Dolenz walked by.
Jill was busy staring after Micky, when he suddenly turned around in a double take. Jill quickly put her head on her towel and pretended not to notice. She waited expectantly.
“Peter!” Micky whispered to his friend excitedly. But Peter was lying on the sand next to Shawna (who by the way, was still oblivious to his presence) staring at her book.
“Peter!” Micky whispered, or rather, shouted again.
“Hush, Micky, I’m trying to read.”
Micky shrugged, and started to walk on, when an idea struck him.
“Hello, I’m Micky Dolenz, Sunblock Squad 62. May I lotion you?” Micky asked.
“62?” Jill asked. “No, only if you’re 69.”
“69’s fine with me babe, when do you want it?”
“Now!”
Micky looked in his bag. “Sorry, the highest I’ve got is Coppertone 45. Do you still want it?”
“Just kiss me!”
“Okay, I will.”
Meanwhile, Peter moved closer to Shawna, now completely captivated by her book.
“Jill,” she started to say as she turned her head, but her nose bumped into Peter’s head.
“Ahhhh!” she screamed, throwing the book into the air.
“Ahhhhh!” A startled Peter cried. Then regaining his composure, he said, “Aw, now look what you’ve gone and done, you’ve lost the page!”
“Oh, hello,” Shawna said. “You must be that trim that Jill, Jamie and Samantha spoke about.” She still hadn’t quite grasped the concept.
“Pardon me honey, I’m shy.” Peter said, ducking his head. “I think it is your immense beauty that over came me.”
“That’s all right, I’ll make the first move.” And in one bold step, Shawna did. Tilting her head to his she kissed him passionately. (One small step for Shawna, one giant step for Peter.)
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