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My Girlthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 3298 words)

Author: Desire_of_the_Endless Picture in profile
Added: Dec 21 2007Views / Reads: 1205 / 1006 [83%]Story vote: 8.20 (5 votes)
A young man attending a birthday party on a yacht finds himself surprisingly territorial about the "entertainment."
 


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My Girl

To say that I have some fairly rich friends is like saying that the Mediterranean sea is a little damp, so when I was invited to Steve's 24th birthday party I rescheduled the opening of my new art gallery to make it. Turns out it was a good call.

The guy had a yacht for the party, a yacht! It was his dad's, at least that's what someone told me, and we were taking it out for three days. Fully catered, fully furnished, and a full bar. The guest count was fairly low for a vessel as large as it was, and each of us (about 23 in all) had our own room.

I boarded at around noon on Friday, found Steve and wished him the best, presenting him with my gift, an original Warhol painting that I'd bought at auction a couple years back for a fraction of what it was worth. Steve was a big fan; I wasn't. As the other guests began to arrive I slipped away, curious about the large vessel we would be spending the next 72 hours on. It was like a floating hotel, with everything you could possibly want. I wandered through the bar, declining the bartender's offer to drink anything just yet, and passed on into the game room, containing pool tables, card tables, and darts. Eventually is lost my way and found myself in what seemed to be the behind-the-scenes area. Cooks ran to and fro, carrying pots, pans, and foods, while behind a pair of doors I could see a kitchen. Moving ...

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