” Tegan and I find to a spot alongside Riva and Jonas. They are laying across the bed facing Benito and Kayla. I accept the joint from Benito. �...��Planning what?” Tegan asks. “Finals Week, of course. Our last few days together before I can hit the beach,” Riva answered. Riva’s dark, straight hair is flipped again. The hair flip is her sign of excitement. This is Riva’s bedroom. We just call it the bedroom. “Fucking stoners,” Tegan blurts at Benito. We all expect she’s joking, but. See the American and Canadian west and get paid for it!" And now the job was her's, special assistant to Mr. Henry Hawkins at a hundred and fifty a week, all expenses paid. It was like a dream come true; Sarah was fearful of waking up and finding herself back in Blackjack with all those coarse, uninteresting people, listening to them talk of bits and derricks and barrels of oil until she died of old age, penniless and still stuck in that God-forsaken hole in the Mojave Desert.But it was indeed. I brought my travel alarm clock, set for half-past five.”“Half-five! I need my beauty sleep!”“Just think, Caron, Coty, Chanel...”“Half-five, can we order coffee, black, for five-thirty-five?”“I’ve brought my favourite coffee with me and handed it to the Concierge as we arrived. It’s still in short supply and the quality varies so much. They will have plenty over to enjoy a few pots themselves with my compliments after we have our early morning beverage.”“All right, I’ll change in the bedroom. She doesn’t want you to get burnt before summer even really starts.” My brother was nineteen years old and a sophomore in college. We had always been pretty close and he had always been there for me through my darkest times. “Thanks, John. Do you mind putting it on me? I don’t feel like moving,” he obliged. First he untied my strings and rubbed it all over my back. He massaged the lotion into my sunkissed skin. He stopped rubbing but I realized he hadn’t done all of my back. “Hey, don’t forget.