Ocean's 3 Part 2
Lula, Stephanie, and Grandma were unpacking in there ocean front suite with a balcony. There were two king size beds with a small sitting area. The bathroom was large. Stephanie's apartment could almost fit in it. The tiled floor looked like white marble, soft mauve walls, and white fluffy towels. A large corner shower and jetted bath tub.
"Wow! I may never go home," Stephanie thought about soaking in it with vanilla bubbles.
The furniture was white with mauve carpeting. The bed had soft pale colored comforters with seashells on it. It was a perfect ocean getaway.
"Lula, are you sure we can afford this? It looks expensive," Stephanie questioned for the third time.
"White girl," Lula was standing in her hot pink spandex bikini exasperated, "I told you, it's taken care of. Carina gave us an 'ex-ho' discount. Quit worrying. Let's go down to the beach before our cocktails. I can't wait to see my activity schedule."
"OK. I'm just going to have fun," adjusting her leopard print bikini Lula talked her into.
"Damn, Stephanie," Lula grinning, "you wait until all these single men see you. Your activity card is going to be full."
"Do you think Ranger and Tank are really going to show up here? It's a singles resort to mingle and hook-up with other singles."
"They'll show up. They're nosy men who got to know what's going on. Besides, we left without them knowing."
Stephanie started to giggle, "Ranger mingling with his one word answers."
The bathroom door opened, Grandma stepped out in lemon yellow bikini with vertical black stripes. "I'm ready. I think this does make me look taller." She flopped on her black wide brimmed straw hat over her grey curls and grabbed her jewel encrusted white sunglasses. Her chicken legs were powder white ending with flip flops topped with big yellow daisies on them.
"I told you, Granny. Lula knows fashion."
Stephanie just rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.
In the lobby, they found their individual schedules on the activity table.
"What the! I'm enrolled in Talk 101, Cooking for Couples, Water Sports, and Painting," Stephanie was reading her activity schedule for the next few days. "I burn everything. I hope the fire insurance is paid."
"Let me see what I got, White Girl. Talk101, Cooking for Couples, and
Pottery, and Archery. What do I look like Robin Hood?"
"What did you get Grandma?"
"Talk 101, Erogenous Zones, Ballroom Dance, and Pirates Ahoy. I hope a pirate plunders with me!"
Lula was reading Edna's over her shoulder, "You got a good one. Want to trade."
Sticking her schedule in her bikini top between her sagging breasts, "Nope."
Heading out the back lobby doors, Stephanie, Lula, and Grandma stepped onto the patio. It was crowded with men and women in all ages and sizes. All eyes turned to them; maybe it was the combination of Grandma and Lula's swimsuits.
"I just know it. We're going to get some lovin' while we're here. I may just forget about Tank," Lula was eying up the males scattered on the beach and patio.
Grandma peered over her big sunglasses, "Who?"
"You know what are his name and his friend, the bat one."
The three Trenton ladies found themselves surrounded by men asking if they could sit with them at dinner, wanting to know their activity schedules, and just giving them male attention.
A tall muscular man with sandy blonde hair named Tyler brought Stephanie a Pina Colada. He was in Stephanie's Talk group and asked if she would like to go walk along the water.
Both Grandma and Lula gave each other a nod of approval watching Stephanie and Tyler on the beach.
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In the lobby later in the afternoon, Carina was trying to pacify two new arrivals.
"I'm sorry, Gentlemen, but we're almost completely booked. All we have is a standard room with two twin beds. Our luxury rooms and suites are all booked. The broom closets are available. You could try one of the other hotels."
"Fine," Ranger slid his black Rangeman credit card out of his wallet.
Tank looked at him, "I hope you don't snore and wear some pajamas."
She recognized the two men from the picture her friend Lula had showed her. "Here are you activity schedules. Just about all the groups are full, too. For some reason, the Ocean Wave is really busy this week," handing each a computer print-out of activities. "The welcoming cocktail party will be starting soon."
Ranger looked at his. It included Talk 101, Shuffleboard, Macramé, and Relationships: You Need Them."
Tank checked out his friend's, "Maybe you'll learn something because someone's looking out for you," Tank was pointing up, "before you screw up more than you have with Bombshell.
He looked at Tank's, eyebrow raised, "How come you got those? I'm not doing this. I came to get Stephanie."
"Lucky, I guess," the big man said as he hit 8 in the elevator. "You're paying for it, so I'm enjoying myself."
Tank's activities included Talk 101, Cooking for Couples, Pottery, and Archery.
"This is nice," Tank glanced quickly around the small corner room he and Ranger would be sharing; maybe it was actually the broom closet from its size. Opening the drapes, their only window looked directly across to the brick wall of the building next door with a billboard for 'Mel's Tattoo and Piercing Emporium' showcasing a large arm with a Cobra wrapped around the arm. The bathroom was small. He would need to stand outside the bathroom to take a leak. The room plain. A few third world countries looked better. At least the room had a nice scent of lime from the air freshener. The next few days were going to be quite long he thought to himself if he was stuck in this room with Mr. No-Relationship.
Before going down in search of Stephanie and Lula, Tank changed into board shorts and a pale yellow t-shirt with sandals. Ranger stuck to his basic black Rangeman dress code.
"Aren't you going to change, Man? We're at the beach. Get comfortable."
"I'm fine in this."
"You need help big time."
As they stepped out the wide glass doors to the open veranda and beach directly off it, a voice announced, "Welcome, Guests, to the Ocean Wave Singles Encounter. My name is Sylvia, the director here. Hopefully, each one of you will take the opportunity to meet new people, maybe even find the love of your life, and learn a little about yourself. If anyone has questions about the activities scheduled, please see one of the encounter coaches roaming about this evening. After cocktails, the seafood buffet will be open. The breakfast buffet starts at 7. Enjoy, everyone."
The first thing Ranger was doing was changing this stupid schedule. He would find out what Stephanie was signed up for and be there.
Tank saw the jaw set when his friend caught sight of Stephanie, dressed in a floral sundress, talking with a tall sun-bleached blonde man. He knew he was going to have a few good laughs.
Ranger walked over to the table. People automatically moved out of his way.
"Babe."
Stephanie turned around in her chair seeing the man in black, "Ranger, what are you doing here?"
He looked at Stephanie in her summer dress and the casually dressed man sitting with her. "Security check."
"Oh," Stephanie didn't want to sound too disappointed hoping he would say he came to be with her. "This is Tyler. He's in one of my groups. This is Carlos or Ranger as he's known, a friend of mine."
The men exchanged handshakes.
"Talk to you, Babe."
"Tyler and I are going to meet up with Lula and Grandma to get a table for dinner. How about after that if you're still here?" Stephanie nodded and stood up next to Tyler as he held her chair.
"Nice meeting you," the blonde said as he passed him.
Ranger was stunned. "My friend! " That was the first time Stephanie didn't come with him when he asked. She always came out with him into the alley by the bonds office knowing both would be in an immediate lip lock.
"Tank," Lula said standoffishly when she saw him walking to her chuckling and shaking his head.
"There's my Lula."
"Don't my Lula me," she answered back with hands on her round hips. "You broke our dates. Maybe you should head right back to Trenton where you came from with Batman. I'm having dinner with Walter," waving to a linebacker-looking African American man all dressed in white standing by the terrace doors, "Excuse me."
First Ranger got shot down then him. It was going to be a long few days. If he ever listened to Ranger's advice regarding women, he needed to see a shrink.
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After picking lock on the director's door, Ranger searched for Stephanie's schedule and room number in the computer. Next, adding his name to the roster of each of her groups. He also moved Tyler to his spot in his scheduled Talk 101 group away from his woman. He closed down the computer and went to change clothes for dinner.
