Lovin' Beach in South Miami

Aw it was the end of Winter finally and most of the people had recovered from the last road trip and were ready to pile back on board the Rock Star Bus and get some all over sun!

We dropped off Amy at her home, and sped off to pick up Sharon at the Nashville Airport.  We had two destinations in mind.

The holy final Resting Place of Reese's Idol. Elvis, at Graceland. and the Lovin' Beach in South Miami that Rosie had made us ocean side villa reservations at the Clothing Optional No Holds Barred Beach and Resort,  with the Rainbow flag on the logo.

Rosie had picked that resort because of the excellent seafood they served.  and not for the glorious views of healthy tanned lotharios and eager friendly service they provided.

She loved herself some seafood....


JC was a bit pissy about the trip to Graceland.  He muttered something about taking too long and.. who cares about Elvis and How soon could we get to Lovin' Beach cause he really loved seafood too.  He stared at the brochures hungrily.  Reese hushed him with a sharp   JC!!!


SHARON!   I see her.   Me too, there she is.  JC jumped up and waved to her.  We crowded around.

We were dressed a bit odd from the last stop we had made. The Nashville Chamber of Horror Memorabilia and trivia conference, just before Amy had to leave.  Rosie had on an Elvira wig and Reese had press on nails that curved down and a velvet choker round her neck.  JC was wearing fake fangs and a gawd awful Hawaiian shirt with skeletons and skulls on it.

Sharon was dressed in preppy traveling attire,  a crisp cardigan, sensible expensive shoes and matching luggage.  She had a watch pinned to her waist and glanced at it several times throughout the night.  Her hair was impeccable, recently salon done and sprayed to stay in place. 

Talk was a bit awkward at first.  Jc was seen picking his nails to make sure they were clean,   Reese checked her laugh a bit and Rosie adjusted her bra and tried to sit up straighter with her knees together.   Sharon tried to ease the situation with a Joke.   There were two Jewish men and a gay guy...   Everybody gave it a weak laugh and scuffled their feet.

" I didn't know there were so many uses for cucumbers!" Reese observed.  That got them all laughing and the tension melted away.


"Okay okay" Rosie said, "the bus should be here by now."  She tapped her bluetooth and spoke to their driver, he had brought the bus around again and was illegally parked right in front.   They all broke into a run and clamored about the huge bus.  Their chef/valet grabbed Sharon's luggage and stowed it out of sight in the compartment below.

"Was that a ------"  Sharon asked a bit aghast and searching for the word..

" Yes yes it was,  we'll show you later at a rest stop.  We got to get moving before we get a ticket."  Rosie shoved her unwillingly into the bus while Sharon craned backwards to get a better look at the cargo briefly exposed to view.

The inside of the bus was a pleasant surprise for Sharon.  It was neat as a pin and smelled only of fresh flowers and recently baked bread and cinnamon buns.  She had been prepared for a shock, but all was normal and the chef, Simon was already uncorking some wine and the driver Rafael had slowly pulled out as if he had precious cargo that got motion sickness easy.   He was gentle on the brakes and switched on light classical music into the back.  

Everybody grabbed a seat and got comfy.   Reese grabbed her Xbox controller, and JC his Ipad, and adjusted the wifi, and filled one of the bongs.

"So you are transporting a 7 foot alligator" Sharon started, never at a loss for words.

"Yes, her name is Allie and she's so tame and gentle.   She was only trying to sniff Reese's dog, when he jumped into her mouth." Reese snorted in disagreement with Rosie.   "We're taking her back to Florida with us, we promised my friend from whom we got the bus. "  "A little detour, she stars in a rock performance on Alligator Alley on the rez. but they sent her up to Nashville to get her costumes redone.  They are doing "Tommy".

"That can't be legal! "

" OH yeah it is.  we got papers and a permit. "  Well in most states... We wont be going through Louisiana.  they are fussy.  Want to see her?", and Rosie slid over a hatch to the cargo and there was her sleepy reptilian eyes at half mast.   and 4 of her 7 feet visible from the trap door. One lazy tooth hung out past her lip.

"We just fed her. She should be good for another two days."    Sharon noticed the bulge in the gator.

Is this a flying alligator?  Sharon was thinking of BJ and her flying moose.

Um.. we haven't tried her yet, but she's a great swimmer! but speaking of magical things.  I picked something up for our Florida trip.

Rosie wandered to the back of the very long bus and disappeared past the thick curtains. She came back lugging a tall oval mirror on a stand.  It has a squirly pattern on the face, that kept moving.  Reese and JC perked up and joined Sharon, pushing a bit to get a better look.

From behind her back, Rosie plucked out tiny fishnet bikinis.   Reese thought they looked like dental floss on the back. She held her black one up to her body and stretched it out to test the coverage.  JC was handed long board shorts, and he sat back down with them, fingering the luxurious fabric.  Sharon looked at the one that Rosie held out to herself and said.  "You aren't seriously thinking of wearing that in public?"

"She will if she gets stoned enough!" JC called out, and then ducked.  "Hold it hold it."  Rosie held up her hands for quiet.   Watch this and she took her suit and stepped through the shimmery mirror and came out again, approximately age 20, wearing the slender suit without an ounce of flab or butt-cheese showing, She had even had a Brazilian wax!, oh that had to have hurt! .

OMG  Rosie. !

Reese jumped in. carrying her doxie and her suit.  She came out holding a puppy and her belly distended in advanced pregnancy. stretching the suit every which way.  ;(


Oops!  Let me calibrate the mirror.   Reese hang on!  Rosie pushed through the mirror with her hand and fiddled a bit, reaching up to her arm.   OKay try it again!

Reese went back in and out,  the results were  perfect this time.   Slim, perky full headed and ache free, Reese looked taller and happy.

Sharon hesitated a bit.  "How long does this last?"

"8 hours or so. depending on the individual."  Rosie was salsa dancing with Simon who had brought in the afternoon tea and cookies from the galley, and had given Sharon his best come on look.

"You can do it three times before it damages you., again depending on the individual.  Rosie reassured her.
"I've done it over 50 times myself."

This did nothing to reassure Sharon because she found Rosie, ever so slightly twisted.


"I felt better at 32,' Sharon hedged. "More sure of myself and at ease with my body. "

No problem and Rosie reached again into the mirror.   NO WAIT!  I'll take twenty!  and Sharon shook herself and stepped resolutely forward.

JC was trying to decide whether he needed to chance the mirror, he was looking pretty good in those shorts and felt pretty good too.

Sharon popped out,  An absolute stunner!  JC's mouth dropped.  Rafael, who had been watching from his bus rear view mirror gave an approving honk.    Simon shoved Rosie a little bit back and caught Sharon up in his arms and twirled her in his arms and dipped her.

Talk about instant feedback!

"8 hours from now, change into looser clothes!" Rosie said as she whisked the mirror out of sight.  "We'll use it again when we hit the resort! "

Who wants Tea!?


"I do! and I will pour." and out from the back pops Jini!   dressed in her beautiful gold and sari put on just for the surprise appearance.  and looking like an angel.

Reese startles, then smiles and waves in welcome.  She had not seen Jini come aboard. JC jumps up and folds Jini in his arms giving her big brother teddy bear hugs. 

Rosie hand Jini a string bikini and Jini says  " I dont' need the top, I want to get an all over tan on the beach"

Sharon helps Jini serve out the tea and cakes and they are soon in earnest talk about areas of India that Sharon had visited.  Everyone quiets down and listens as they jump from topic to topic and place to place.

"Wait till it's my turn to host the road trip," Jini promises the journal companions adventures and sights. 

The bus had been steadily driving through the afternoon and it was getting to be dusk, when Rafael pulled off the highway outside of Atlanta and took surface streets through a dignified suburb, winding the bus expertly through ever smaller street till he came into the driveway of a rather nice mansion of sorts, tucked behind security gates.

Miss Rosie and company  for the Sperm Party,  he announced into the intercom.   JC perked up his ears when he heard that.    Simon had changed and was straightening his bow tie and stretching his arms out, like a pitcher warming up before a game.   Rafeal grabbed the bong for some Amsterdam courage and then raced to the back to freshen up.


"You're going too?"  Simon asked Rafeal.   But you're gay!      "

He's a good sport', Rosie called out loud enough to reach the back.  Rafeal said  Oh god! and then gargling was heard.

Jc was looking around for clues, when about a dozen women of all sizes and mostly rather attractive, giggling and pushing each other to be in front. gathered around the bus.

"Rosie... what is this?"  JC looked ready for anything.

"Well you wanted to get laid!"  All these women have gotten together to have a Sperm party to get pregnant.  They want your best efforts tonight. "  Simon opened the door and pushed Rafeal into the waiting crowd.  OH god he said.  but Simon just chuckled and let his chest swell up a bit.    JC jumped down two steps and held his arms out to the waiting ladies.  Hello!  His backward glance to the bus was one of mock worry and a huge grin.  Help?  he seemed to be mouthing, but you could tell he didn't need any.


The ladies watched them disappear into the house and a quiet fell over them,  till Rosie tapped her blue tooth and said into it.  "Cue the cuties."

From a black van, parked to the side, poured out a half dozen Chippendale dancers, who bounded onto the bus and filled it with attractive male muscles and boyish good looks.  The lead dancer handed Rosie a CD which she fed into the sound system and the party was on.