Escape

“So, Where we going again?” McGinnis said as he slammed his duffle bag into my Cessna Grand Caravan. The sleek white and blue twenty foot long craft stood on a taxiway leading to the runway. The runway went off into a haze of heat. “The Outer Banks, dude.” Our parents thought that after the zombie scare that we needed an escape so they had all pitched in and rented us a beach house on the edge of the beach, Evan, Devin and Burgess were all going to be there, McGinnis was the first one here, when everyone showed up we would fly down and land twenty miles from the house. Once there, we would be whisked away to the house and would be left alone until our two week vacation was up. McGinnis and I sat out in the hot Pennsylvanian summer and shot the breeze until the others showed up, when we sat in inside the plane it was like déjà vu, we had used the exact same plane to escape from where we were going less than four months ago. Burge broke the silence with “Better circumstances this time around, right guys?” I snapped out of the trance first “Yea, now that you guys have a Registered pilot here. You don’t have to look so worried.” Evan laughed, “Yea, When dose he show up? ” My first attempt at flying made Evan to bail into a river when I was about ten feet from the water, unfortunately for him, I was able to pull up out of the death dive. The Caravan sat on the runway, Engines idling while McGinnis radioed for clearance. He got clearance for take-off and he gave me a thumbs-up. I hit the throttle and we made a smooth take-off, I trimmed the plane when we were at altitude and locked the autopilot. We all had headsets that allowed us to talk. During the entire forty-minute flight we all talked and cracked jokes. You could tell that nobody wanted to talk about the last time we used this plane. McGinnis controlled the radios so he wasn’t talking much; we got passed from tower to tower smoothly. I stopped the autopilot and started my descent. When we broke through the clouds, we saw the airport and the “Runway” was actually just a strip of sand. “Hold on guys this is gonna be rough.” We touched down like a drunk jumping off the bar. Then we got shaken like James Bond’s drink. Finally we all jumped out, and, stumbling around like drunks found our ride. 1

“Hoollllyyyy Shit.” We all said in unison as our ride went back for our bags. The house was a pale yellow, two huge bay windows looked out front, in the back was a whole wall of windows on the second to top floor, where the Great room was, the Great room was the same pale yellow as the outside, soft plush carpet and a fifty seven inch wide screen, high definition TV (We measured) the flat screen stood out against huge windows with gave us an unsurpassed view of the ocean, we had our own private pool, two Jacuzzis and our own private walk way to the beach. “Aww, Man! Guys come here this is CRAZY!” We hadn’t even seen the kitchen yet, and as most Irish guys will, McGinnis smelled the booze in it. The kitchen had one table for five, a range for cooking, and not one but two well-stocked fridges and at last, what McGinnis had smelled was in a padlocked mini-fridge. “Damn.” McGinnis sounded depressed “Don’t sweat it McGinnis,” Devin was already chewing on something as he was walking out with about a ton of Frozen Blueberries. “Our parents must have custom ordered this place just for us, other wise I wouldn’t have this many blueberries.” That wasn’t the best part; on the counter of the kitchen we found exactly five condoms. “Hey they left one extra, because Devin sure as hell ain’t gonna get any.” Every one laughed. Devin was already asleep in one recliner in the Great room with blueberries everywhere. Seeing Devin sawing logs made us check our watches, twelve forty. We moved our bags to our rooms, Devin and Evan were across the hall from me, and Burgess was in the next room to my right, McGinnis to my left. After dragging Devin down the stairs by his feet and wrists and throwing Devin in his bed. We then argued over the time we should hit the beach by (We would meet in the kitchen at 7 the next morning for rules, on the sand by 8) after retreating to our rooms we went of into la la land.2

McGinnis and I were the first ones up the next morning, so we started breakfast. Sure enough the smell of eggs and bacon got Burgess and Even out of their beds. Devin held out until he smelled a bacon strip under his door. We reeled it upstairs, Attached to a string it skipped and bounced up the carpeted stairs. “NO! Bad bacon, you come here!” Devin was working himself into lather. Suddenly the greasy wonder went straight up into the air. McGinnis finished reeling it in. He held it until Devin came up the final landing after his dirt-covered prize. “You really work hard to bring home the bacon, don’t you?” McGinnis said “Aww! Its all Dirty now!!!” Burgess, Evan, and Devin were chowing down on scrambled eggs, waffles and bacon. McGinnis and I laid down the law. “Listen up, McGinnis and I signed on as the House managers for the week, so everything that happens here is on our heads. So we have some basic rules.” 3

“No booze, that padlock is tougher than it looks. Believe me I tried.” McGinnis said 4

“ No midnight snacks, because if we run out we have to go shopping and that cuts into beach time.” 5

“ If you wanna chase tail, keep it PG in public areas. The public areas are the kitchen, Great room, Both Jacuzzis and the pool.”6

“They left condoms here for a reason guys, use them.”7

“Keep your room clean.”8

“We only have one driver, so you have to ask McGinnis or I for the car.” 9

“Try and keep the great room and Kitchen clean.”10

“If you want to come back to the house while the rest of us are at the beach, you need to tell somebody in the group were you’ll be. The door leading to the walkway is unlocked.” 11

I looked at McGinnis, “You think of anything else?” He arched his brow, thinking. “Hmm… nope, I think we hit everything.” He said. “Those are it guys. Fair enough?” they all nodded. “ Great, it’s Beach time.”12

We went on the old wooden walkway caring beach chairs, a blanket, towels and the skimboard or surfboard if we had one. I had my new surfboard and skimboard and a chair. McGinnis had a Book and a chair. Evan and Devin were already offering bets on Bocce ball games. Burgess had a skimboard that I was going to teach him how to use. Now it was a toss up to see who would be in the water first. Devin and I were the fastest ones on the sand, but my skimboard slowed me down, my surfboard was in the sand. Burgess was right beside me, then Evan. We got to the water and burgess and I dropped our boards, we sped past Evan and Devin, we were neck and neck until a breaker came in. I knew how to handle them, Burgess didn’t. He hit the water face first. I bent my knees and popped up off my board. The board rocketed skyward just a few inches away from my feet, following me over the breaker. We then splashed into some two-foot deep water. “Champion!” I shouted, “Yeah yeah were all duly impressed! Just ‘cuz you’re rich and “cum” here every summer!” Devin complained. “Then again, I’m glad I didn’t go jumping into the water like a retard” As a group of divinely hot chicks strolled by. “Devin! I can see your third leg!” McGinnis shouted “I don’t know where you get off McGinnis, you could play a record with your cock.” That was Burgess. Offended by McGinnis’s first comeback, the ladies had already walked off while we still insulted one another. Evan, who was casually walking to intercept them and remaining separated from our weirdness, had not finished his first line before being slapped in the face. “OOOHHHH, BURRRNNNNEDDDD!” we all collectively screamed. “Ohhhh, that’s gonna leave a mark!” Burgess. “Yea, you might want to put some ice on that!” I shouted, Evan was already in the water, applying cold salt water to his wound, as we kept sticking sharp spears of shame into his already damaged ego. “Hey Carter, can I borrow your surfboard for a few minutes?” Devin said. “What do you want to do with it?” Masturbate with it.” “Hell no Devin!” “Dude, chill, I just want to surf.” “You surf?” I said, letting him remove my board from my grasp. “No, but I’ll find out.” “Well, first you might want a surfboard, that’s my skimboard.” “Oh, I knew that I was just getting it out for you.” “Yea, and it snows in hell too.” Watching Devin surf was painful for me to see, and it must have hurt him too, slowly he got better and my fun started to cease. So I turned my mind to other matters, like the girl tanning next to me. We struck up a conversation as Devin bobbed like a dead fish in the ocean. When he came up I shouted. “Hey Devin! Get over here!” As Devin jogged over to us I noticed him slowly suck in his gut. “What sup?” he asked hoping the girls would be interested in him. “Devin, meet Samantha and Sandy.” I said as I winked at him. “Hi, I guess you know I’m Devin. And I suppose Carters told a few horror stories about me?” “Actually” Sandy began, “quite the opposite.” 13