Kimmy

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Blame it on Maui

Bursting

Undeniable Proof

Blame it on Maui

"Ah, there you are," said her father. "You know, there's a lot more to see in Hawaii than just this swimming pool."

"What do you want, Dad?" said Kimmy.

"Harry and I are going to go into town to pick out a present for Malcolm," said her father. "He's turning 40 in two weeks. Want to come?"

"Nah," said Kimmy. "I think I'll just hang out here for a while. We're going home tomorrow, so I want to work on my tan while I still can."

"Suit yourself," said her father. "But hey, not a word to Malcolm, okay? I told him I was going to give Harry some driving lessons. "

"Sure, Dad," said Kimmy. "Have fun."

"Love you, kiddo," said her father.

"Byeeee," said Kimmy.

She waited about fifteen minutes to be sure that they were gone, and then Kimmy got up from her lounge chair and made her way into the hotel. Her heart racing in her chest, she stopped in front of Malcolm's door and knocked.

"Um, who is it?" came the gruff reply.

"It's me, Kimmy," she said.

"Ah," said Malcolm, opening the door. "I was just about to lay down for a nap. Come on in."

Kimmy grinned as she bounced her way into the room. She looked over at Malcolm, who was dressed in one of the free hotel bathrobes.

He was so handsome. He had thick hair on his arms and such a broad chest. She knew that he was around six feet tall because Harry was always complaining about how he was waiting for his growth spurt to kick in so he could try out for the basketball team.

"So, what's up?" said Malcolm. "I've hardly seen you around these past few days. You're always laying out by the pool."

"Oh yes," said Kimmy. "I was evening out my tan lines."

"All right," said Malcolm. "So, uh, is there something I can do for you?

"Actually," said Kimmy. "There's something I can do for you. Something that I want to do for you."

"I don't understand," said Malcolm.

"Well..." said Kimmy, tracing one finger along the edge of the bed. "It's about your birthday."

Malcolm chuckled. "Don't remind me. I already found a few gray hairs this morning."

"But first, tell me," said Kimmy. "Do you like my bikini?"

"Hmm," said Malcolm. "If I'm being honest, it's pretty, uh... skimpy. Back when I was your age, girls didn't show off that much skin."

Kimmy pouted. "That's not what I asked you. I said, do you like it?"

Malcolm watched as she did a little twirl in front of him, her long braids swinging around.

"Well, I suppose that blue does match the color of your eyes, which is rather fetching," said Malcolm.

"Does fetching mean that you like it?" said Kimmy.

Malcolm coughed. "Listen, um, you're my best friend's daughter. I think that's about all I can say on the matter."

"I'll take that as a yes!" said Kimmy, walking over to the balcony door to peer out at the ocean for a moment. "Wow, it looks so nice out there today. And it's such a lovely view from up here. This is the nicest room in the whole hotel, right? With the most beautiful view?"

"Uh, well, yeah," said Malcolm. "I mean, I guess. Anyway, like I said, I was just about to lay down for a nap."

"But I haven't told you why I came to see you yet," said Kimmy, batting her eyes as she looked over at him.

"Right," said Malcolm, sitting down on the corner of the bed. "Go right ahead."