My Country Girl: A Real Carolina Blonde

Playing house with Bree

Bree’s parents are already at the beach. She staying the night and in the morning her sister coming from Chapel Hill will scoop her up and the two of them will join their parents.

My Bree Bree and I are playing house until then. We post up at the pool enjoying a beautiful April afternoon. I’m no sunbather.

However, I would die a thousand deaths for my Love, so doing something she thoroughly enjoys isn’t such a chore. I’m lounging in a lawn chair. She approaches with Bloody Mary’s.

“Baby, I don’t think I’m going to like a Bloody Mary.” I say.

“Sweetie, don’t be such a baby. You love me, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I don’t love blood.”

She giggles.

“And why are celery sticks in our blood?”

I must admit, I can be a spoiled brat and I’ve always been a very finicky eater. My heart walks right by me and goes towards the steps of the pool.

As she does, it’s as if time actually stands still. She is in slow motion. Bree is in a white bikini, of which most of the material finds a beautiful resting place inside her tanned Apple Bottom.