A Bit Of A Girl Crush by Anette Stern Page A

arm, and Serena
handed over her card and California state driver’s license.
    “Driver’s license,” Serena prompted, as if to remind Katie about her fake
ID.   Well
yes, I wasn’t going to give her my passport.   I’m only nineteen.   The resort
was strictly twenty-one and up, which wasn’t so bad considering that they would
never find out that she was too young to be here.   And Serena had just turned twenty-one, so she
was fine.
    Katie handed the driver’s license to the little lady.   “I actually am an adult,” she had protested
initially to Serena, as they packed their overstuffed suitcases back home in
San Diego over celery sticks and peanut butter.   “I won’t need it.”
    But the fake driver’s license would have to come along for the ride, even
if it meant making Kyle Peterson turn around halfway to the airport because
Katie had forgotten it.  
    Oh, Kyle, Katie mused as she
remembered that funny scene.   What you wouldn’t do for Serena.   The memory was funny enough to
momentarily suppress the usual fear of discovery that went along with using a
fake ID, at least temporarily.   But hey,
this one was good enough to fool the bouncer at Porter’s Pub back home.   At
least I think it fooled him anyway.
    “Okay, Katie Jacob, everything is good, here you go,” the old woman said,
handing the ID back to Katie without more than a cursory glance at it.   It’s
Katie Jacobs, thank you.   “Here are room key, here are towel,” she said, placing several of each
on the desk.   “And remember, must wear
clothes in restaurant and in bar.”
    Strict rules here, Katie mused
as she pondered that.   “And everything
else?”
    “You will see.   Is
normal here.   Very
busy season.   You lucky you got
room.   There was cancel at last
minute.”   Her jowls wiggled a bit as she
said the words, and again Katie wanted to laugh, imagining this old lady
walking around in the buff.   This time
she suppressed the urge, but only barely.
    “Thank you,” Serena said, taking all of the towels under her arm.   “And what is your name?”
    “My name is Alessandra.   Nice to meet.”
    “Oh, where are you from?” Serena asked.   “That is not a Mexican name, is it?”
    The little old lady beamed.   “I am
from Guatemala, land of many trees.   Mexico my opportunity.   Found nice man and marry him.”
    “Oh, congratulations!” Serena smiled
    “Then I divorce him and start business here,” she added with an even
bigger smile.   “Now I am happy.   Everyone naked and nobody care.”
    Katie’s mouth dropped open in surprise, and this time neither her nor Serena could help but laugh out loud.

Chapter 2

 
    “What should I wear?” Serena asked, holding up a flimsy white sundress in
one hand and an even less modest sheer wrap.
    “We won’t be wearing anything at the spa,” Katie responded, looking up
from her iPhone .   “Just wear the sundress and bring your bikini.   If we wait too much longer we’ll be late for
the appointment.”
    “Fine,” Serena said, and folded up the wrap and stuffed it back into her
suitcase before heading into their room’s bathroom to change.
    A quick stop in the room to drop their suitcases off had turned into an impromptu
fashion exhibit, but it was more of Serena’s usual indecisiveness on trivial
matters than of any real decision making that had to be done.   And there were decisions she had to make,
after all.   Decisions like what to tell
Kyle about the resort they were at, or whether to respond to his Facebook request in the first place.   After all, they’d only met in the car on the
way to the airport, and he was obviously crushing all over Serena while she was
around.   Decisions,
decisions.
    “Kyle would go totally crazy if he knew that you could walk around naked
here,” Katie yelled out to Serena.
    “Do you think he’d ever put any clothes on at all?” Serena laughed as she
came out wearing the sundress.   The blue
straps of