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"Okay, kids. Sam got some donuts for everybody!" Jo held out a box of Krispy Kremes with a perky smile on her face. The McGuires and Gordon's were all loaded into Jo's van on the way to the airport. Lizzie looked at the digital clock on the dashboard. 5:15 am. She groaned and closed her eyes, pulling her Hillridge Cheerleading sweatshirt over her face. Roberta and Howard Gordon, seated in the captain style seats behind Jo and Sam, eagerly took donuts and the steaming cups of coffee that Sam offered them.
"This looks great," Howard said, holding his cup of coffee in a toast. Sam knocked his cup against Howard's and they laughed. "Who wants a donut!" Sam asked enthusiastically.
"I'll take one!" Matt reached into the box and grabbed three donuts, devouring them within seconds.
"Matt's our morning person in the family," Jo said to Roberta, who nodded. "Lizzie, honey, wake up. You need to eat breakfast. I know how you get when you don't eat," Jo said. She pulled Lizzie's sweatshirt off of her face and handed her a donut. Gordo lifted his head off of Lizzie's shoulder, embarrassed to see a trail of drool on her arm.
"Gordo, gross!" Lizzie exclaimed. Gordo blushed.
"Sorry." He reached into the box and got a donut. "I have to say, I'm getting kind of claustrophobic in here," he commented. Lizzie pouted sympathetically. Gordo was crammed into the middle of the back seat between Lizzie and Matt.
"Well, get used to it. It's going to be even tighter on the plane," Matt said, reaching for his fourth donut. Gordo nodded.
"True. So Matt, what are you most excited about?" A mischievous grin spread across Matt's face as he clasped his hands together.
"Topless European tourist women," he whispered. He pulled some crumpled papers out of his backpack and pointed to the writing on them. Gordo silently read the passages which Matt had highlighted.
Customer Reviews of the San Cristobal Resort:
"My husband and I thought that this would be a fun family vacation for ourselves and two children, a twelve year old son and eight year old daughter. However, we couldn't have been more wrong. When we took our children down to the beach, we were horrified to discover that it was swarmed with topless and sometimes completely naked women. I was appalled and deeply disturbed that my children had witnessed such a thing. I alerted the manager of the obscenities that we had encountered, and he informed us that this was a regular occurrence at the resort, and that many European guests found it customary to arrive at the beach partially or fully undressed. We will never go back." –Mary Ann, Nebraska
"Before vacationing at the San Cristobal, be aware that the beaches are topless. While guests are not required to go topless, many choose to do so." –Carly, New York
Gordo felt his lips curving into a smile. Lizzie at a topless beach…. He quickly snapped out of his little fantasy and handed the papers back to Matt, who was smiling eagerly.
"So, what do you think?" Matt asked. "Are you excited?"
"Let me see that!" Lizzie snatched the papers from Matt's hand and raised her eyebrows as she read them. "I'm sure Melina would appreciate this," she said sarcastically.
"Come on, Lizzie. You know I wouldn't cheat on Melina. But there's nothing wrong with enjoying some tits and ass from other girls. It's not like I'm doing anything," Matt said.
"Matt, what are you talking about?" Jo asked, concerned. "Did I just hear something inappropriate?"
"No, ma'am," Matt said.
"People who go topless are such white trash," Lizzie remarked. Gordo took her hand.
"Don't worry. I have no interest in looking at anyone other than you," he reassured her quietly. Lizzie smiled and leaned back in her seat, satisfied.
Lizzie was sitting in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs at the airport, reading her latest issue of Seventeen. She checked her watch. They should be boarding any minute. Lizzie looked around at all of the people in the airport. Maybe she'd see someone interesting. As her eyes scanned the terminal, they stopped on a very familiar face. Miranda? "Gordo!" Lizzie hissed. She tried to duck behind her magazine, but Miranda had spotted her. "What are they doing here!" Lizzie asked Gordo, shooting a glance towards Miranda.
"Don't they have family in Mexico?" Gordo asked skeptically. Lizzie tensed, and Gordo stroked her arm reassuringly. "Just ignore her," he advised. Lizzie nodded.
"You're right. I will." Lizzie turned around to see Jo rushing up to her holding two boarding passes.
"Sweetie, your father and I got upgraded," Jo explained. "We have two first class seats. But, as an early birthday present, we're going to let you and Gordo have them." She slipped the boarding passes into Lizzie's hand and smiled. Lizzie gratefully accepted them.
"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed. She loved first class. Better food, more comfortable seats, less people.
"Wow, thank you Mrs. McGuire," Gordo said. He and Lizzie got up to board the plane, ignoring the frosty glares that Miranda was giving them.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our cruising altitude. You are now free to move about the cabin." Lizzie took a bite of her smoked salmon.
"Mmmm," she murmured. "This is the way to travel." Gordo laughed and took off his headphones.
"I'm going to the restroom," he said, unbuckling his seat belt. Lizzie watched him walk to the first class restroom. She bit her lip thoughtfully. Should I do it? She wondered. She looked around at the other people seated in first class. They were all business type people, adults. And they all seemed to be asleep. Lizzie's lips turned up into a sly smile. No one would see her. She couldn't resist. She unbuttoned her seatbelt and walked discretely to the restroom.
"Excuse me," she purred, knocking lightly on the door. Unfortunately for her, Lizzie was unaware that seated right behind her and Gordo's row was Miranda Sanchez. And Miranda was very much awake.
Lizzie pushed Gordo against the wall and started kissing him. "Please stay seated until the flight attendant tells you otherwise," Lizzie instructed in a whispery voice, straddling Gordo as he sat on the toilet seat. Gordo was visibly aroused as Lizzie grabbed his hand and slid it underneath her shirt and pink satin bra. He nibbled on her ear gently. "Welcome to the Mile High Club," Lizzie said, giggling. Gordo laughed.
"Well, we're not actually members yet. We're still virgins," he reminded Lizzie. Lizzie looked at him, smiling coyly.
"You know Gordo, I've been thinking about that," Lizzie began. They were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Excuse me? I need to use the restroom," someone called out. It was Miranda. Lizzie froze in terror as she desperately looked around for a place to hide. There was nowhere.
"Gordo, say something!" she hissed. Gordo looked at the door in a panic.
"Uh, just a minute!" he said, standing up and wiping the lip gloss off of his neck. On the other side of the door, Miranda smirked.
"Oh, excuse me!" she said to a flight attendant walking by. "There seem to be two people occupying the restroom. I just thought you should know. In case it's some sort of, like, safety hazard." The flight attendant rapped on the door angrily.
"I'm going to have to order you to exit the lavatory immediately," she said. "Both of you." Ashamed, Lizzie and Gordo slunk out of the bathroom. Busted.