Danielle was beautiful.  We saw her the moment she walked into the room.  She paced around for a bit, then finally set her line, eyeing us up from across the bar.  There hadn’t been too much action recently, so naturally we walked over, bought her a drink.  We invested a lot of time getting to know Danielle, dumping time and money into her, really interested in where she was going next.  We had heard from trusted sources that she was gonna be hanging out for a bit, and was really into having a good time with us.  She said she would meet us at the next bar, and we were frothing for some action.  Danielle never showed up.

Fresh into our depression from Danielle we became a bit jaded.  The hunt for Danielle was fun and all, but when she didn’t put out, it kinda sucked.  At that point we were desperate, waiting for anything fun to play with.  Thats when Earl walked in the room.  He was big and burly, much stronger than Danielle.  Earl looked promising, but we didn’t really know which way he would go, and after the energy we put into hunting Danielle, we weren’t ready to get let down again.  We heard some guys next to us say they were going to another bar up North in hopes that Earl would come their way.  A few other guys went over and sat down right next to Earl, getting as close as possible thinking that would be the best way to experience him.  We stayed put and waited.  We let Earl come to us.

We played with Earl all day and night.  His force lived up to expectations, even if he was a little bit rough around the edges at first.  The second and third sessions were better though, he calmed down a bit and, though less intense, we had more fun.  Our stamina was low from lack of recent activity and Earl wore us out.  We slept like a rock that night.

Come morning Earl was gone, leaving us unexpectedly as we slept.  We heard he found our other prospect, Fiona, and the two of them sprinted North together.  He left with little more than trace signs that he had been here.  The energy he brought was gone, replaced by a crisp haunting wind – a reminder that summer is now over, and we are, yet again, alone wanting more.

Jamie

KR

Jamie

Ocean City

Jamie

Silver Surfer

Gesler

KR

Jamie

Jamie

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Dean

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Be Rad

NOTE: This isn’t a tale of coming out of the closet, just didn’t want to subject readers to yet another hurricane story featuring “golden brown Jersey water” or “waves you drew on your notebook in school” or “barrels you could park a truck in”.  Get over it ya squares.