but she apologized later. Another one was a real bitch, though! She sought me out to give me a hard time because Ryan dumped her after the ride was over."
"Did ya deck her?" Mia asked, always loving a good fight.
"Yeah…that’s my style," Jamie agreed. "I loosened a couple of teeth and ripped out a handful of her hair." The smirk now firmly attached to her face belied her statement and, after a second, Jamie continued, "I told her not to dis my lover, and that was that."
"Mmm, I liked the story better the first way," Mia decided.
The imposing shadow of a sweaty, sand-covered woman interrupted the discussion. "Score?" Ryan asked.
"Um...you won?" Jamie guessed.
"That’s not a score, that’s an outcome," she said sternly.
"I...I...I guess I wasn’t paying attention," Jamie admitted with a little downward glance.
"Just for that, you have to go rent me a boogie board so I can cool off and get this sand out of my pants," Ryan said with a grimace, as she tried to shake some of the sand out of her tight suit.
"I’ll rent two, we can go out beyond the breakers, and I’ll help you get that sand out," Jamie teased, as she got up to run over to the rental stand.
Five minutes later they were frolicking in the cool water. Jamie had spent a decent amount of time in the ocean and she was fairly fearless. She was a good swimmer, and she really loved to hop on her boogie board and catch a good wave. Ryan was, of course, perfectly at ease on the ocean. They ranged farther and farther out until they were just beyond the waves, where they sat astride their boards and stared at each other lovingly for a long time. Jamie was perfectly content to just smile at Ryan and watch her sweet face, but they finally maneuvered their boards so they could kiss a bit without falling off. It was a struggle to remain upright, so they turned and rode the waves for a while. After a good hour of play they ran back up to Mia, who was lying on the sand on a large towel. Jamie went to the bar and got them all drinks, along with a club sandwich for Ryan. Her partner had not asked for any food, but she knew that it would be devoured in moments. Ryan’s eyes grew wide as Jamie put the plate in front of her. "I love club sandwiches," she said with delight, as she dove in happily. "Thanks, Jamie."
"I can’t ignore the most important person in my life all day," she said sincerely, as she gave her a little kiss. "You really kicked ass today, didn’t you, Tiger."
"Yeah, we did pretty well," she admitted. "My partner was really good."
"Um hmmm," she nodded. "I’m sure that was the reason."
"She really was good," Ryan insisted.
"I’m sure she was, Sweetheart," she agreed. After a beat Jamie asked, "Are there any more sports that you excel at?"
"There might be a couple more that I’ve played a little bit," she said with a twinkle.
"Do you want to tell me about them?"
"Nope," Ryan said as she happily munched away on her sandwich. "I like to keep an air of mystery about myself. I don’t want you to get bored too fast."
"I don’t think I could get bored with you in a million years," Jamie said as she gazed into her eyes with admiration.
"I need to run down to the Venice boardwalk to pick up a couple of things," Ryan said when she finished her snack.
"Yeah," Mia drawled lazily, clasping her unhooked top to her chest as she rolled over to tan the front of her body. "Two dollar sunglasses are pretty hard to come by."
"No, wise-ass," Ryan scoffed, leaning forward to tie her friend’s string bikini. "I need to buy a T-shirt for a friend."
"A T-shirt?" Jamie asked, in a cadence slightly slower than Mia had used. "Honey, who do you know that can’t get a T-shirt in San Francisco?"
"It’s just a…thing…that I do when I travel," Ryan explained. "I’ll run down the bike path and be back before you know it."
"Okay," Jamie said laconically. "We won’t move a muscle."
Jumping to her feet, Ryan surveyed the listless roommates. "I think you can
"Did ya deck her?" Mia asked, always loving a good fight.
"Yeah…that’s my style," Jamie agreed. "I loosened a couple of teeth and ripped out a handful of her hair." The smirk now firmly attached to her face belied her statement and, after a second, Jamie continued, "I told her not to dis my lover, and that was that."
"Mmm, I liked the story better the first way," Mia decided.
The imposing shadow of a sweaty, sand-covered woman interrupted the discussion. "Score?" Ryan asked.
"Um...you won?" Jamie guessed.
"That’s not a score, that’s an outcome," she said sternly.
"I...I...I guess I wasn’t paying attention," Jamie admitted with a little downward glance.
"Just for that, you have to go rent me a boogie board so I can cool off and get this sand out of my pants," Ryan said with a grimace, as she tried to shake some of the sand out of her tight suit.
"I’ll rent two, we can go out beyond the breakers, and I’ll help you get that sand out," Jamie teased, as she got up to run over to the rental stand.
Five minutes later they were frolicking in the cool water. Jamie had spent a decent amount of time in the ocean and she was fairly fearless. She was a good swimmer, and she really loved to hop on her boogie board and catch a good wave. Ryan was, of course, perfectly at ease on the ocean. They ranged farther and farther out until they were just beyond the waves, where they sat astride their boards and stared at each other lovingly for a long time. Jamie was perfectly content to just smile at Ryan and watch her sweet face, but they finally maneuvered their boards so they could kiss a bit without falling off. It was a struggle to remain upright, so they turned and rode the waves for a while. After a good hour of play they ran back up to Mia, who was lying on the sand on a large towel. Jamie went to the bar and got them all drinks, along with a club sandwich for Ryan. Her partner had not asked for any food, but she knew that it would be devoured in moments. Ryan’s eyes grew wide as Jamie put the plate in front of her. "I love club sandwiches," she said with delight, as she dove in happily. "Thanks, Jamie."
"I can’t ignore the most important person in my life all day," she said sincerely, as she gave her a little kiss. "You really kicked ass today, didn’t you, Tiger."
"Yeah, we did pretty well," she admitted. "My partner was really good."
"Um hmmm," she nodded. "I’m sure that was the reason."
"She really was good," Ryan insisted.
"I’m sure she was, Sweetheart," she agreed. After a beat Jamie asked, "Are there any more sports that you excel at?"
"There might be a couple more that I’ve played a little bit," she said with a twinkle.
"Do you want to tell me about them?"
"Nope," Ryan said as she happily munched away on her sandwich. "I like to keep an air of mystery about myself. I don’t want you to get bored too fast."
"I don’t think I could get bored with you in a million years," Jamie said as she gazed into her eyes with admiration.
"I need to run down to the Venice boardwalk to pick up a couple of things," Ryan said when she finished her snack.
"Yeah," Mia drawled lazily, clasping her unhooked top to her chest as she rolled over to tan the front of her body. "Two dollar sunglasses are pretty hard to come by."
"No, wise-ass," Ryan scoffed, leaning forward to tie her friend’s string bikini. "I need to buy a T-shirt for a friend."
"A T-shirt?" Jamie asked, in a cadence slightly slower than Mia had used. "Honey, who do you know that can’t get a T-shirt in San Francisco?"
"It’s just a…thing…that I do when I travel," Ryan explained. "I’ll run down the bike path and be back before you know it."
"Okay," Jamie said laconically. "We won’t move a muscle."
Jumping to her feet, Ryan surveyed the listless roommates. "I think you can
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