Description Chapter 1--The Catfight: Do you remember how to get off this island? Festerman asked his associate, David Nacow.
So the blonde released her sister s hair, and drew her hand back into a fist..
Fearing the blonde was about to throw a punch with her free hand, the redhead grabbed it.
It s no secret. ...
Hell Everybody knows it. and you know it.
S-L-U-T That s what you are ... ...
He deserves better than you. ...
You sleep around with any guy that ll have you. you don t deserve him ...
You heard me You might be my sister, but you re nothin but a slut ...
That s right ...
You re the slut The redhead shouted back through her tears.
The young redhead tried pushing the blond woman off, kicking her fiercely on the shins several times with her cowboy boots.
I knew you couldn t be trusted.
You re nothin but a cheap whore The blonde screamed.
The blonde clutched the younger girl by the hair and slapped her not once but several times.
By the time the blonde reached the other side of her car, the redhead had already jumped out, slamming her door with equal animation.
Both Festerman and Nacow watched intently.
She then ran around in front of her vehicle to get at the passenger.
You bitch she screamed loudly, using both hands to slam her door.
The blonde had opened her door and stepped out onto the deck of the ferry.
What the hell is goin on Festerman blurted out.
Then, with a big smile on his face, he closed his eyes and laid back on the headrest.
I understand, Nacow said, stealing one more glance at the girls parked next to them.
It is, after all, a very small island. ...
And we ll end up running into them tomorrow. ...
For all we know they work at Jack s resort.
I know, but it never hurts to see what s out there.
We re not window shopping.
This is strictly a business trip, the older man said in a fatherly voice.
The younger girl, a stunning redhead, flaunted a green tank top which not only enhanced the striking hue of her green eyes, it showed off her well-developed upper body strength.
I m joining her gym. ...
Wow Look at the muscles on that girl.
Nacow was even more impressed by the passenger.
Most likely in her early twenties, she appeared to be seven to ten years younger than the blonde.
When her eyes met Nacow s she flashed a salacious smile and gave him a finger wiggle wave.
As he flirted with the blonde a second young woman leaned forward to get a good look at him.
She acknowledged his attention with a smile.
It was driven by a very attractive Marilyn Monroe blonde bright blue eyes, full red lips, delicious smile, and tight red sweater.
He glanced over as it came to a stop.
A black Jeep that had been behind them pulled into lane three directly even with Nacow s door.
He did leave the engine running.
Festerman fiddled around with the switch until he got the headlights turned off.
Like it s gonna make a difference. ...
They want you to turn your lights off.
Lights off, Nacow chuckled, reading the posted instructions.
Neither man spoke again until after the ferry attendant had directed them into the front position of lane two.
He was having a difficult time figuring out how to use the rental s Garmin.
Nacow was pleased by those words. if I turn left here, it ll take us straight to the ferry road.
I recognize this road ...
No need, Festerman interrupted as he slowed down.
I ll take a look ... ...
If we were in my car, I d have no problem.
See what you can do with the GPS, Festerman suggested.
We re probably okay. ...
But, hell, it s such a small island. ... probably should have paid more attention on our way in.
This doesn t look familiar ...
Not exactly, Nacow replied as their rented Suburban wound its way along a gravel road.
Description Chapter 1--The Catfight: Do you remember how to get off this island? Festerman asked his associate, David Nacow
