Beach Tracks

Aunt Vanessa- A Woman Who Loves Adult Erotica

Dear Aunt Vanessa's Journal,

    Aunt Vanessa is a slave driver! She is so mean to me and doesn't understand anything that I do, need or want. My evil parents  made me come to live with her this summer and she practically try to make me be her slave and set up all of the parties she throws and she didn't even help me with the boy I fell in love with. She instead started dating his his dad, Uncle B. And then, to top it all off, she invited my worst enemy and my boyfriend's ex to rent out an extra room upstairs, right beside of mine! Can you believe that?! But things have changed and become way more complicated. Now Cage, who has returned from the dead, wants me too and I don't know who to choose. Aunt Vanessa is no help. She would act this way. All she does is go out on dates and read books about adults who like . . . to . . . on wait a minute , journal . . . this might be good.

    Aunt Vanessa walks in her living room and sees Breeze sitting on the sofa reading a book.

    "Hey, Breeze, what are you reading?" Aunt Vanessa asks, happy to finally see the girl reading a book. Breeze quickly places the book between the sofa cushions and picks up the journal.

    "Oh, nothing," Breeze lies, "here's your journal." Breeze presents the journal back to her, "you might want to make sure this is in a place where no one else can see it."

    "Now how did this get down here?" Aunt Vanessa asks confused, "it always stays locked in my nightstand."

    "It's a mystery of the universe," Breeze replies, looking down on her phone, "oh, and Aunt Vanessa, I'm pretty sure skinny dipping in the ocean is gross. You should check yourself."

    "Oh, hey, girl," Ariella greets her, standing in the doorway.

    "Hey, Ariella," Breeze immediately pops up and rushes to her.

    "Come on, girl, you have a very important decision to make today," Ariella reminds her.

    "I know," Breeze says in her most valley girl voice. As they walk outside, ignoring Aunt Vanessa's farewell, Breeze pulls a ribbon from around her neck with a key attached to it, "decisions are hard!"

    "What is that?" Ariella asks her.

    "Just a dumb key," Breeze answers her and then tosses it away, "to nothing important."

    Back in the beach house, Wendy plops down the stairs.

    "Wendy, hey," Aunt Vanessa greets her, "you just missed the girls, but I bet if you hurry, you can catch up to them.

    "That's okay," Wendy replies, "I don't want to go with them. I need to go into town and buy some more Tide Pods. Tide Pods are my life!"

    "I' have never met a girl so into laundry," Aunt Vanessa replies, "you really amaze me, Wendy."

    "Thanks, but Tide Pods are so much more than laundry," she explains, "they're just, just so good. Anyway, I see you later. There's a certain boy who doesn't know it yet, but he's waiting to meet me."

    "Have fun," Aunt Vanessa bids her. Her cell phone chimes that she received a new text message. Aunt Vanessa looks down at it and smiles. It's the text she has been waiting for all day. Benny, her boyfriend, and whom all the kids refer to as Uncle B, has agreed to meet her for lunch at her favorite place, 50 Tastes of Gray. Before she leaves, she picks up her adult erotic book from in between the sofa to take with her. She also scoops up her jurnal and returns it to her bedroom. As she looks for the key to lock it back up, she discovers it is missing. She finds it weird that her key, that she had on a piece of ribbon she use to wear around her neck is gone. She decides that she'll find it later.