GIRLS GONE GLADING by Nancy Hellmrich
“We’ve got beach lounges reserved for you ladies,” chirped the gal at reception. “Just see Gino under the blue umbrella and he’ll get you set up.” I smiled back and paused to let her proposal sink in. It would have been nice to lie there on the beach, order some pina coladas, and catch some rays. And if Gino was anything like the bling-bedazzled group checking in beside us, it would have been a wild time. But “we ladies” had a different kind of wild in mind. Friends from our young and daring days in New York City, Deb and I hadn’t seen each other in years. When I called to suggest we meet in Florida, I was surprised how quickly she said yes.
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