Lizzie brushed some blush onto her cheeks and winked at herself in the mirror. She had on her new Victoria's Secret swimsuit. It was a teal color two piece, with pearlized sequins detailing the demi style cups. It was more revealing than what Jo usually liked Lizzie to wear, but she'd paid for it herself with babysitting money and she couldn't wait for Gordo to see it. She looked at her ass in the mirror. The brazilian cut bottom didn't offer full coverage, and she could see some cellulite. She frowned, but didn't let it worry her. Everyone has it, she reminded herself.
"Lizzie? Are you ready?" Jo poked her head through the door. Jo was wearing a one piece swimsuit with a revealing back and a large straw hat with oversized sunglasses. Lizzie had to admit that Jo was stylish for a mom.
"I'm ready!" Lizzie said. She caught one last glimpse of herself in the mirror before grabbing her towel and rushing out of the door. I can't wait for Gordo to see me in this! She thought, unable to hide the grin spreading across her face.
"Gordo! We have to go! We're going to be late!" Roberta knocked sharply on Gordo's door. Gordo felt a rush of panic.
"Just a minute!" he called from inside the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" Roberta asked, concerned. "You've been in there since 8 this morning when I came to get you for breakfast. Are you sick?" Gordo looked at his watch. It was 9:15 am. He couldn't believe he had been sitting on the toilet for over an hour. Lizzie was right about the water, he thought miserably.
"I'm just…" he paused, remembering the phrase Lizzie had used last night at dinner- pissing out of my asshole, he wanted to say. "I think I ate some bad food or something," he said, sweating as he felt himself getting chills. Roberta frowned in disapproval.
"I told you not to drink the water, David. I have to leave right now or we'll miss the boat." Gordo raked his hand through his hair.
"But, I'll miss parasailing," he called.
"Honey, don't worry about it. I'll just explain everything to the McGuires. I'm sure they'll understand." she said.
"Mom- No!" Gordo heard the door shut and he cringed in embarrassment at the thought of Roberta "explaining" his situation to the McGuires. Sure enough, he heard Roberta's loud voice through the door.
"Not feeling well…" she was saying. "…. Severe diarrhea! He's been on the toilet for over an hour!"
"Good Lord! That poor thing!" he heard Jo exclaim. Gordo's eyes widened.
"Fuck!" he shouted, hitting the tile wall of the bathroom. This was possibly the most embarrassing day of his life.
Lizzie looked out at the water and frowned. This would be so much better if Gordo had been able to come. She was pissed that Jo had waited until AFTER they'd boarded the boat to tell her that Gordo wasn't feeling well and was staying at the resort. Lizzie smirked to herself as she remembered her warning him not to drink the water.
"What's wrong with your boyfriend?" Matt asked, rubbing tanning oil into his skin.
"Montezuma's Revenge," Lizzie said. "Look it up." Sam walked up to Lizzie holding a harness.
"You get to go first, Liz!' he exclaimed. Lizzie smiled and let the instructor help her into the harness. She waited in the water for the boat to take off. She could feel it pulling her, and creating a really uncomfortable tugging sensation on her swimsuit bottoms. She bit her lip nervously. Soon she was lifted into the sky.
"Wooooo!" she cheered, kicking her feet in pleasure. She watched in horror as her swimsuit bottom fell off of her foot and into the water. It had been pulled off by the speed while it was trying to lift her! "Holy shit!" Lizzie screamed, flailing her arms and legs frantically in an attempt to cover up. She saw Jo gasp and cover Matt's eyes. Tourists were laughing and pointing at her. Lizzie started to cry. She was helpless. The harness made it almost impossible for her to cover herself. The driver quickly lowered Lizzie back into the water but it was too late. She had been exposed to everyone on the beach. Jo helped Lizzie out of the harness as Roberta threw a pair of cotton cheerleading shorts into the water. Lizzie gratefully put them on. She climbed back onto the boat, sobbing.
"Can I please go back to the hotel?" she asked. Jo nodded. "We'll drop you off if that's what you want. But we won't be back until the morning. We're going on that overnight dinner cruise. I don't know if it's safe for you to be alone." Roberta put an arm around Lizzie.
"Gordo's there," she reminded Jo. "Hopefully he's feeling better by now. They can watch out for each other."
"Okay," Jo agreed. As the boat pulled into the dock near their resort, Lizzie almost felt enough excitement at the idea of spending the night—alone – with Gordo to hide the mortification. Almost.