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"C'mon Summer, let me bury you." Mouse insisted, chasing after her sister.
"No way, there's no way you can convince me to let you tickle-torture me already on the first day we arrived." Summer dodged her pestering with a laugh.
They very nearly bumped into a group of other girls coming from the other direction from towards the beach house.
Leading them was a familiar face...
"Well, well, if it isn't little Summer and the Scooby Gang."
Summer groaned. The worst possible thing to happen, had just happened.
"Margaret. What are YOU doing here."
"Just enjoying a holiday with my girlfriends? You and your little pals can-"
"Wait."
The girl next to her held up a hand, silencing her.
"-I- want to talk to her."
"See, D., she's the girl I've been talking about, the..."
"Yeah, yeah."
"If you listen to me" Margaret whispered. "I could tell you about some of her weak points-"
"Shut up, Marge."
She was watching the detective quartet with interest.
Summer knew she had to pay special attention to this one.
The girl had long raven black hair and hazel brown skin that made the other girls' tan blush with shame. She was sexy without apparent effort. (But Summer knew how much effort it took to look THIS natural.)
Margaret's swimsuit showed a lot of skin too, but her pale white freckled skin and failed attempts to control the shape of her hair seemed juvenile and desperate next to this girl's beauty.
She offered them a hand.
"I'm Desiderata. But you may call me Desiree."
Summer didn't take it. She put it back on her waist and glanced around like she didn't notice.
"So you are Margaret's friends. My parents own the holiday house up on the hill. How'd you like to be called over for a sleepover?"
She suppressed a yawn so fake she didn't even bother taking the deep breath.
"Um, I don't know, we're staying here with our parents, they'll probably say..."
"Good. Don't be late."
They marched off.
"Well that settles it." Chris said. "You know Margaret. This HAS to be a trap."
"I don't know" Jamie said. "We don't know that girl yet. She didn't act like she was Margaret's friend for real. Maybe she just genuinely wanted to talk."
"Or to show off." Chris mumbled.
Summer decided to...Oh whatever, you know this is going to end with her attending even though she shouldn't right? :p
Summer arrived. The holiday house was indeed large. There didn't seem to be a very sleepover or party mood when she entered though. Five girls just sulking around on couches and bar chairs, including Margaret who was sitting in an armchair in a corner and in a bad mood.
"Summer! How nice of you to have come."
Desiree came down the stairs wearing pajamas that looked too expensive to be used for that purpose.
"And your friends are..?"
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