Beth was once again staring at the 50's outfit in the window of Rosy's after exiting the restaurant. She didn't know why but she found the outfit calling to a part of her somehow. The long wide skirt with its white lace trim and silly little bear picture on it just looked so special. The white pullover sweater with its deep v neck opening and puffy sleeves in a material that was no doubt itchy to wear as it looked fuzzy. The skirt had a wide waistband and the mannequin had a gauze scarf in light pink with sparkles around its neck.

The muse hit me with this just as I woke up.

Beth was staring out the side window of her parents Ford Focus as they drove up to the house she grew up in. In the driveway with a puddle under it sat her grandfathers old Dodge pickup. The one tire was raised so it looked as if her father was trying to fix something even in this cold weather. Beth did not really care about the old truck all she wanted to do was go to sleep in her soft bed and wish the day had never happened. She could see it all in her mind exactly what she wanted to do.

Beth had not seen her family in some time. Last year at Thanksgiving she had been so busy with studying for her exams that she couldn't get away. Then at Christmas she had volunteered as an elf for the children's ward at the hospital only finding out at the last minute her family was going away to visit her grandmother a few provinces away.

The little girl was in her room and scared. She looked at the door to her room from her bed. She knew she should just get up and open it but she couldn't. It was far to frightening. She had spent so long hiding herself from everyone that the thought of walking out the door of her bedroom was so hard. She knew she should but as soon as she even thought about it her heart would pound in her ears.

It was the dead of night as the young catholic schoolgirl skipped across the parking lot. The old asphalt with its many cracks was still giving off heat from the long hot summers day. She carried nothing but what looked to be a small fashionable purse with her. It was very late to see such a schoolgirl out on a Wednesday night. There was not to be a holiday the next day nor on the Friday following. For the few older teen boys hanging out behind the old abandoned theater she was a tempting piece of meat.

Jennifer (Jenny to friends)Wauwatosa, nobody could ever pronounce it correctly which is why the girls commonly referred to her as Ms. W or Ms. Wawa it was just easier, was walking down the school hallway on her way to the staff room for a much needed cigerette when she passed by the door to the girls washroom. She later couldn't say what it was that alerted her but she sidestepped to the door and opened it onto a scene of chaos.

Bikini Beach: Mommy's Girl
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001

Has Jill Nash figured out a way to use the magic of Bikini Beach for her own evil ends?

Part 47

Bikini Beach: Teaching Sally
By Ellie Dauber
Copyright 2000

While returning from a romantic tryst with his secretary, Mitch Hammond struck and killed a young girl with his car. Out on bail, his wife vows to make sure that Mitch fully understands the gravity of what he has done--in a way that only a trip to Bikini Beach can accomplish.

I had planned to wait until later in the week to post this story, but, after the response to "Bikini Beach: Swim Date", I thought I'd enter it today. Read this story, and see if Mitch/Sally's fate wasn't appropriate.

Bikini Beach: Swim Date
By Ellie Dauber, (c) 2000

When Paul Kauffman asks Amy Bowlan out on a date, she asks himto take her to a certain water park she knows. Paul wants to get to know Amy better. Amy wants to get to know Paul better, but not in the same way.

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This was my first Bikini Beach story, and the author's note below is what I wrote when it was originally posted.

This story was supposed to be a _short_ story, but getting Amy and Paula to behave and stop talking when I wanted them to was as hard as getting any other two teens to do what a grown-up told them. Since the point of the story was - well, you'll see what the point of the story was (I hope), I just stopped trying after a while, and let the story go where they seemed to want it.

Much thanks to Steve Zink, who was kind enough to get out of a sickbed (only, it wasn't sick, he was) and take a look at it. Steve tightened some stuff up, fixed a few errors, and added a couple of touches of his own that helped polish the edges.

Also, thanks to Elrod for his brochure of Bikini Beach. For good or for ill, it let me have the girls wander through the water park in much more detail (and a lot more words).

X-Why-Me...Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Emily couldn’t keep from smiling through most of the morning. The breakfast and the coffee on the bus was such a pleasant surprise for her that it still made her feel a warm and happy feeling inside.

It really sort of took the things she’d been feeling too about Kira and sort of framed them in her head in a new way. She knew that she might be crushing on Kira. But there’s a big difference between knowing that you’re crushing on someone and doing anything about it.

I can't believe...I can't believe I still can't stop saying I can't believe!

I had followed the sissy girly boys to their secret hideout. Normally I would have brought some of the boys with me for backup but hey these were a bunch of wimpy sissies. I Brad Braddock was Captain first string of the high school football team. At 195 pounds of pure muscle I could take 4 of these wimps, who almost never fought back, and be home without a scratch.

Wesley Moore shook his head back and forth before opening his eyes again.

I can't believe this keeps happening to me!

Bikini Beach - Purse Snatcher
By Ellie Dauber
Copyright 2000

Why should Elrod have all the fun of posting Bikini Beach stories? Here's another one of mine. This is the first of three related tales. I'll post the second in a few days, and, if there's a good response, I'll finally get around to writing the third.

To paraphrase the song, "You don't pull on Superman's cape. You don't spit into the wind. You don't tug the mask of the old Lone Ranger... and you certainly don't try to steal the purse of Grandmother, the nice lady who runs Bikini Beach."

Part 42

"I can't believe I'm doing this...again!" I sighed.

I can't believe this happened to me.

The sun was shining from an odd angle as I woke up. I was warm but felt cramped. I struggled with a thicker comforter and arms before I was able to see that I was in my parents bed. Sam was on one side of me with daddy on the other side of her. Mother was on my other side. I do not remember how I got here nor how I got into my lavender silk pajamas. I did know that my bladder was calling for immediate attention. I padded out of bed being careful not to disturb any of my family.

I can't believe how this feels.