The plane was going to be fifty minutes late, we discovered when we got to the airport, so Logan bought us two giant-size lemonades. We sat on a high stool in a little bar while we drank them, my feet crossed at the ankles, and my four-tiered skirt cascading all the way down to the floor. Then we ambled around, looking in shops, until I realized that the lemonade was going right through me. Logan waited outside the restroom, and when I came out again, I told him I wanted to check out a little gift shop I'd seen earlier. I was already thinking of what to buy Miss Summers for Christmas, and hurried on ahead so I could look around before dad's plane came in. Two guys, maybe a year older than me, came up behind me and, as they passed, one of them said, "Cute butterflies." What? I thought. An older man passed on the other side of me and smiled. Then, "Dem," came Logan's voice. "Wait." I glanced around and saw Logan walking rapidly up behind me. "Stop!" he whispered urgently, taking hold of my arm, and I felt the fingers of his other hand fumbling with the waistband of my underwear. "Logan!" I said, jerking away from him, but he gave a final tug, and suddenly I realized I had walked out of the restroom with my hem of my skirt caught in the waistband of my yell butterfly bikini. "Oh my God!" I cried, covering my face with both hands as several more people walked by us smiling. **Author note: Lmfao. Sorry, I had to put that in there. This whole scene is hilarious. ** "Just ...
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