He was one of the only kids who could legally throw one without the threat of law enforcement’s involvement. A particular strip of beach by the name of Windsor Point was owned by his parents. Since it was private property there weren’t curfews, or closing times. The only neighbors on the two mile stretch of beach only summered here, so right now their house lay boarded up. Meaning no neighbors to call and complain about noise. Nate pulled his black BMW 640i up behind my jeep, blocking me in and keeping me from leaving until he was good and ready. Dean and Emily got out and Summer was about to when I grabbed her hand. Her eyes burned like fire when they looked at me, “Don’t.” She slammed the door behind her. Great, I was in the doghouse certainly on boob restriction until I apologized. Nate tapped on my window holding up a bottle of Jack, and a bottle of Bacardi. "You’d think you’re parents would stock better alcohol in their bar," I said as I got out of my car. Nate shrugged, "Dad put a lock on his liquor cabinet.
