The warm breeze of Panama flowed across my chins, as I looked out into the ocean.
I whipped out my phone that came exclusively from the DG, and flaunted it all over the Panama City Beach Residents.
The phone vibrated in my hands, causing me to cackle and snicker.
Wish You Were Here. . .
I texted to Phil.
A shadow casted over me, and I whipped around to see him there, a grass skirt revealing a little less than I had intended to see.
"I already am," he said in a low tone, followed by a wink.
My face lit up with glee, as he said the four words I wanted to hear most:
"Crescendo the long notes."
I held out my arms, T posing.
Standing on the tips of my toes, I let out the highest, loudest, most enticing musical wale in history.
