Posted Jan. 30, 2021, 4:51 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Kaylee Baxter (Chief Diplomatic Officer) (James Harrison)
The sun was shining, the soft breeze gently tickling the leaves of the palm trees. The ocean waves lapped gently on the shore, providing that soothing sound that one naturally associated with the beach.
The setting was a luxurious beach resort, a large building situated on a hill overlooking the ocean. A garden path led from the main resort area to the beach, which was littered with lounge chairs and umbrellas. Several large canopies were spaced about, sheer curtains on each side tied back to the posts.
Under one of the canopies, perched comfortably on a lounge chair, Kaylee lay gazing out at the water. She had donned an emerald green colored bikini, a large floppy white hat on top her head, and large sunglasses over her eyes.
A cocktail waiter approached her, a muscular built man in a skimpy speedo type bathing suit and carrying a small round tray. “Can I get you anything from the bar?”
“I’ll have a mango margarita,” Kaylee said, smiling. The man smiled back, and then turned towards another group of people farther down the beach.
Leaning back in her chair, Kaylee closed her eyes for a moment enjoying the breeze, and the calmness it brought her.
-Kaylee Baxter
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