Snippet #2195997

"There better be some decent looking chicks at this old resort, I mean sure, I was the one who suggested a little getaway, your the one who picked the old house by the shore."

As usual Troy was being a weisenheimer, driving down a long and winding valley road in his piece of crap vehicle with Dehlia sitting in the passenger seat; two 20 something year olds on their way to Grendel County, a small sea side town in Maine, roughly 80 miles from where they live in New Hampshire.

The relative close distance from their hometown meant that they were somewhat familiar with the historic Old Fisherman's Inn, at least familiar enough for it to have popped into their minds when considering a possible weekend getaway.

They had never been romantically involved with one another, having remained the best of friends all their lives. Both of them were hoping to meet someone interesting on this trip, and although they would indeed meet someone, this person would be interesting in all the wrong ways.