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"I wouldn't expect you to, since it was on one of those packed Friday the 13ththings. I was living in Oklahoma and was visiting a friend in L.A. for her birthday. On a crazy dare, we stood in line for five hours and got a chicken nugget and a French fry tattoo.” She laughs at the memory. “Enjoy your conversation, Mr. Abrams.”
“Thank you.”
Susan turns the camera around and places the headphones on Bailey for our weekly visit. “Hey, beautiful.” I scan her face for any indication that she can hear me, that she registers the familiar voice. “Well, this is different now, isn't it? I know it's not the same as being in the same room with you, where I can sit and hold your hand. But I had to get out of L.A. for a while. I hope you understand." I take a few deep breaths before continuing. "I miss you, Bays. I miss my friend. But more than anything, I miss the person I could talk to about anything because right now, I could use your advice."
Is all this talking futile? Can Bailey even hear me? We have no idea. I may pour my heart and have to do it all again when she wakes up. This entire situation is so fucking frustrating.
"I met someone. I don't know much about her, but I know I can't stop thinking about her. I want to chase the sparks between us because the way she makes me feel is incredible. But my heart breaks for you every time I think about moving on. Those idiots were there to rob me, and you're the one who suffered the consequences. It's not fucking fair."
Tears blur my vision, as I watch Bailey lay like a sleeping angel. "What do I do, Punky? Please wake up. What did you want to tell me at dinner? Please wake up. I need you."
I watch her sleep for close to twenty minutes before reluctantly ending the video call.
Chapter Fourteen
Andrea
The Clear Moon Resort is just as picturesque in person as on the internet. A luxury resort nestled at the base of the Rocky Mountains, surrounded by lush green trees, all hugged by the clear, bright blue Montana sky.
I've scheduled a massage and booked a hot yoga and a meditation class. What better way to relax than to have a perfectly planned-out schedule?
I pack a bag with my essentials for the day and proceed to check in for my day of bliss. The girl behind the counter is young, vibrant, and surprisingly tan. Her boobs are ample and perky, and not a single thing on her sags. I've already decided I hate her.
" Andrea Raffield. I'm checking in for the day."
"Excellent. Yes, I see your reservation right here.” She passes me a pamphlet and a key card. “Here is the key to your locker. Unfortunately, the bag you have is much too large. The lockers are forpersonalitems only," the hostess explains.
"These are personal items…”
She smiles sweetly. “Phone, keys, a robe…” She raises her eyebrows, as if I’m not catching on to something.
“No problem. I'll just keep my bag with me."
"Sorry, no bags either. Privacy is key around here, as I’m sure you understand. Once you leave the locker room, it's just you. As soon as you undress, I can keep your belongings back here for you, if you’d like?"
My brows furrow in confusion.
"Did you read the brochure, Ms. Raffield? Clear Moon is a nudist resort."
"Excuse me? Nudist? As inno clothes?"
"Yes." The perky little thing laughs at me. "Nudist means no clothes."
"I… I can't be nude. Can I get a refund?"
"I'm sorry, no refunds without a forty-eight-hour cancellation."
I stare blankly back at the young woman waiting for my response. Seriously? How did I miss this when reading the description of The Clear Moon Resort? I don't want to lose the five hundred bucks I've already shelled out to spend the day at this place. "Okay. Well, here goes nothing." I hand my large bag to her.
"That's the spirit." Perky tits giggles at my trepidation about the entire situation. "You'll start by clearing your head with River's meditation class, then hot yoga with Aubrey, and your day will end with a relaxing massage from Courtney. Noah will be your concierge for the day and will meet you outside the locker room when you're ready."
“The women's locker room is down the hall to the left. Have a great day here at Clear Moon Resort, Ms. Raffield." She hands me a monogrammed towel and sends me on my way.
The locker room is bustling with women of all ages, shapes, and sizes. Confidence radiates from each one, beautiful and accepting of one another without having to hide behind clothes and make-up.
Confidence is something I hadn’t lacked until recently.
When my ex-husband told me he wanted to be a doctor, I was so proud to be with a man who wanted to dedicate his life to helping people. When Jason started plastic surgery, he was helping people who’d been injured in serious accidents.
