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As she lay in bed she thought about Brandon. His tanned skin and surfer hair sent bubbles through her body. His blue eyes were the color of the tropical oceans that were in those corny tropical beach calendars. Aside from looks, she liked him because he was so different and daring and he seemed exotic to her. He was a wild kid and she envied that about him. She wanted to be spontaneous and defiant like him. He wasn't exactly James Dean, but his attitude on life was so carefree and she wished it would rub off on her. Of course, that wasn't the only thing she wished he would rub on her. His daily surf sessions gave him the body of a god and she wished she could be his exotic hula girl. As she imagined her hot island seduction she fell asleep.