Post by Amanda Kimmel on May 14, 2012 21:10:31 GMT -5
You didn't think I actually forgot about this, did you?
Final Episode: “Goodbye, Kalahari”
“So let me get this straight,” Amanda began, “the guy chanted something and died?”
“Yeah,” Parvati replied whoppingly. “I don’t know what he did.”
“Curse chant,” DD suggested. “I didn’t think they were real.”
“I don’t know what to believe,” Amanda added.
“I don’t have any clue, either,” Andy chimed in. “Also, where the hell did Bobby go?”
“Left on urgent business,” DD replied. “He told me not to come. Don’t know what it is. But if it interrupted sex, it’s probably important.”
“What kind of husband…” Parvati began. “Never mind.”
The four of them looked at each other, exchanging several odd glances.
“What if this place is cursed?” Andy asked.
It turns out that it wasn’t long until they found out what the curse entailed. An insipid poison had snuck its way into the game in the form of a demonic minion, an insipid poison that sought nothing but to infect the game and spread itself amongst the desert floor, ruining the experience for all that sought to endeavor in it. It is unclear how the minion had transformed its soul in the first place and snuck into the game, or if it had even carried the poison into the desert; perhaps its body had been transformed into the vile stretch of ink by the curse, or perhaps its appearance had been why it was chosen by the poison. The answers, however, were left to be a mystery as its skull burned in the Tribal Council fire, laying at the tip of Amanda’s smoking gun, the same she had done to the trollish Kelly C on a now-destroyed generic island; a place Amanda wanted long forgotten, a place she didn’t hesitate to vanquish. Perhaps, she thought, that was why she had been the bane of the curse.
“Are you sure, Amanda?” Erik asked.
“I want this accursed place to be history,” Amanda replied. “Nobody’s going to miss it. Nobody even lives here. This island was mine. Mine to govern. And…” Amanda broke down, fell to her knees, and started crying. Erik put his hand on her back. “…I failed,” Amanda finished.
“No, you didn’t,” Parvati interjected. “Nobody could have predicted this mess. Nobody could have predicted Linda and Lill going batshit. Nobody could have predicted Kelly C turning into a demon, or you shooting her in the skull. Nobody could have predicted an alien visit.”
“This island is too unpredictable,” Amanda added, trying to wipe away her tears, then pulling her hat lower over her face. “I never want to come back here.”
Amanda knelt down and rose her hand in the air. As lightning struck the sea behind, it glowed. She pushed it down to the boat.
The light.
It was back at the lodge.
“That… island,” Amanda said, breathing hard. “That stupid bitch Angie,” she vented.
“It’s okay, honey,” Andy assured, rubbing her back. “Let’s hope the curse is gone now.”
Amanda’s eyes glowed with the twin blue laser lights, but calmed down with Andy’s assurance.
“So what, you blew up an island? I’ve always wanted to do that. You got to. It was fun. It got rid of a place that was cursed on its own, and now your killed its embodiment,” Andy replied.
“Embodiment. You and big words,” Amanda joked.
“Accurate postulate.”
They both laughed.
“Come on, let’s go uncurse ourselves,” Andy suggested.
A hammock shimmering in the moonlight. The bare air of drying desert, dampness ensuing. Murmurs of lost time in the air; the hammock rocks two figures embracing the starlit sky. A pulse of sweat. Rising steam. Pointing. Passion. Eyes closed. A sparkle. Glimmer. Cotton flying, the dropping cascade of denim; silk, lace, sweat, steam. A roar in the distance, ignored. Passion. Burning. A snap, a fall, laughter; one shadow engulfing the other; a streaky blur, life, love, passion, steam, sweat, love, sex.
Under the starlight the two bodies lay, arm in arm.
“Now that we’re engaged…” Amanda began.
“…it’s a lot more fun,” Andy finished.
“We can let our inhibitions…”
“…run wilder than the Kalahari.”
Amanda smiled and wrapped herself around him, her naked breasts squishing his skin. A bright smile on his face lit the poorly-lit hammock, and a fire once again engulfed our lovers.
TWO WEEKS AND TWELVE SEX SCENES LATER…
Dawn broke. The rainy season was drawing to its end, as the green began to turn brown, and the team’s time in the Kalahari was coming to a close.
“Final three, huh,” DD observed at the breakfast table.
“Seems like yesterday when I shot Angie,” Amanda recalled.
“Classic.”
Parvati, who had her mouth full of omelette, nodded in agreement. Erik was cooking bacon – ever since the cook had died, they’d been on their own. Thankfully, all four of the hosts knew how to cook, and had taken turns doing so. Didn’t prevent a disaster or two, but they had managed.
“I miss Bobby,” DD interjected.
“Well, he had urgent business, didn’t he?” Parvati responded.
“He never told me what it was.”
Amanda snickered.
“Do you know something?” DD asked Amanda, glaring at her.
“No,” Amanda replied honestly. “But I just had an idea.”
“Do tell.”
“Maybe he’s preparing something really awesome for you when you get back.”
“A giant didol statue?” Andy suggested as he entered.
Parvati immediately erupted in laughter. Amanda followed. DD turned red and cracked a giggle.
“But that wouldn’t fit in my boobs,” DD replied.
Hearing that, Parvati was on the floor; Amanda was face-first on the table, her hat having come off, and Andy was in tears.
“Maybe we…” Amanda was laughing too much to continue. “Maybe we need a statue of your boobs.”
“I’d prefer to have some privacy,” DD replied with a laugh. “Don’t want random guys feeling Knocker and Melon, you know?”
The laughter continued for minutes.
Andy and Amanda were in the backseat of a Jeep bound for the Final Immunity Challenge site; the bushman that had killed the antelope was driving.
“I’m glad you stayed, Andy,” Amanda said with a shining smile.
“I’m glad I did, too,” Andy replied, kissing her forehead after. “I could never leave you, you know that.”
Amanda blushed. “I won’t leave you, either. I don’t like being away from you in a place like this…”
“Safety in numbers.”
“Safety as lovers.”
Amanda returned with a kiss smack on his lips; the two continued making out until the Jeep screeched to a halt and they were thrust forward, their seatbelts catching them. They both looked forward and saw a female lion roaming a short distance ahead.
“Be wary not to disturb the lion,” the bushman stated. “The female is very protective.”
“That’s a reversal,” Amanda replied, looking at Andy with her doe eyes.
“Hey, I’m not going to let anyone do anything bad to you,” Andy affirmed before kissing Amanda again, forgetting about the lion as the bushman watched her like a hawk.
“Andy…” Amanda began.
“What is it, honey?”
“Would… would you want to host with me?”
“Don’t you have enough troops?”
“Well…” Amanda paused.
“And we don’t want our sex scenes on air, do we?”
“True… but we’re getting married. There isn’t anyone I’d rather have by my side.”
Andy blushed and almost started sweating. “Amanda, honey, when we’re married, maybe we should settle down and… just be us.”
Amanda seemed disturbed by this.
“If you’re away all the time, then we won’t have any to make a name for ourselves,” Andy explained.
“That’s why I want you to host with me,” Amanda clarified.
“Is this what you want to make a name for yourself as?”
Amanda paused to think. That was something she’d need to think about.
The final challenge came and went. Day 38. Anthony won, of course. Anthony voted out Courtney. Courtney got into the front seat of the Jeep, looking bummed. She was inches away from a 50-50 shot at a million, and who wouldn’t be?
The Jeep jetted off to Pornonosa with Amanda and Andy in the backseat. Courtney was silent, almost starting to cry.
“What happened, Courtney?” Andy asked.
“Trinity,” was her only word. “If Yau had won…”
Pornonosa was at the Deception Valley Lodge, an old safari place built not far from the Valley itself. The Jeep screeched to a halt. Courtney stepped off, not sure if she wanted to see the woman in the mirror, and Amanda and Andy followed. The six other jurors waited inside, not expecting the arrival until an hour later because of how fast Anthony had finished the challenge. A ruckus started the moment Brenda spotted Courtney…
…and it took ten minutes to calm.
“Okay, everyone,” Amanda began. “You probably know why I’m here. Briefing for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah,” was the consensus.
“You all know not to make things too personal. You all know you can be as bitter as you want, just don’t resort to extreme personal attacks. Get to the point – don’t ask meaningless drabble. We don’t have the airtime for it. Any questions?”
Night 38, the night before the Final Tribal Council, the last night before the end of a journey, the last night before packing up and leaving. “A perfect time for lovin’, don’t you think?” Andy reflected.
“Duh,” Amanda replied.
They looked at their bed. The sheets had holes in them.
“Hammock again?” Amanda asked.
“Right, it’s probably been too hot in here,” Andy replied, to which Amanda laughed.
“What? You warm everything up by being that gorgeous.”
Amanda smiled seductively and slowly began unbuttoning Andy’s shirt…
Day 39 was upon everyone. A long, deceptive journey was coming to a close.
“I’m ready to get back,” Andy claimed. “I’ve taken enough time off.”
“Time off?” Amanda replied.
“Time on.”
Everyone laughed.
“Turned on?” DD asked for clarification.
“What else?” Andy shot back.
Amanda, laughing, tried to stop for a moment to say, “Leave it to DD to say that.”
“I can’t disappoint, can I?” DD joked.
“Innuendos R Us,” Parvati added.
“R me.”
“No,” Amanda shook her head.
By 7 pm, everything was packed and ready for the following morning’s departure. Amanda and Andy were getting in a little lip action before the Final Tribal Council, which made a jealous DD return to her room to make sure she didn’t miss anything like she missed Bobby. Parvati was playing with her whip one more time, hoping she’d get another chance to interrogate somebody with it. Erik was scouting over the living room for any objects. Andy and Amanda finished smooching and checked their bedroom. All was well except tomorrow’s outfits.
“Ready for the ending?” Andy asked.
“You bet,” Amanda replied.
Steam erupted from under the bedsheets, and several geysers surrounded the climax, the breathing, the passion.
Two hours later, the Final Tribal Council began, the setting sun radiating a mystic aura that was soon enveloped by the personal auras emanating from most of the seven people entering like fire, searing the setting sun. Brenda? Angry, but not bitter. Jen? Ferocious like Catwoman. Penner? Ready to explode.
Amanda knew this was going to be fun.
After an intense Final Tribal Council, Amanda brought the voting urn back to the production camp. Andy had already put the safe for its storage on the back of one of the Jeeps for transport to the airfield. Amanda remembered the combination from the prior season and opened it. When she looked inside, she smiled. Fresh-baked cookies were on a plate.
“Oh Andy, I love you,” she said to herself. She exchanged the urn for the cookies, then closed the safe. She walked into the production lodge and sat at the table, putting the plate of cookies in front of her. Lit in the dim light of the light bulb hanging above, she saw they were chocolate chip. She took the first bite and savored every second of it.
“Andy makes the best cookies,” she said to herself with a smile.
“Why thank you,” Andy’s voice replied.
Amanda blushed with the redness of a thousand morning suns. Andy came from behind the kitchen bar. Amanda got up, cookie in hand and in mouth, and open her arms to embrace him. They shared a passionate kiss, like always.
“Who said it has to end on the climax?” Andy asked.
“Who said there only needs to be one climax?” Amanda added.
Pants fell.
The morning after, our heroes had convened outside the lodge and were taking one last look.
“You’re not destroying it, are you?” Parvati asked Amanda.
“Of course not, I love this place, curse and all,” Amanda replied with a chuckle.
“Good,” Erik replied. “We don’t want another troll to rise in All-Stars.”
“If one does, let me know, I can come kill them for you,” Andy replied.
“My lasers can handle them,” Amanda joked.
“Of course, but it can’t hurt to have backup.”
Amanda kissed his cheek intensely.
“You ready to go, hon?” Amanda asked.
“Yeah, back home, back to…”
“…making love the American way.”
“Less fun?” DD asked.
“When isn’t it fun?” Amanda asked.
“True,” DD replied, smiling.
“You and Bobby are probably going to…” Andy began.
“Yeah, yeah I know.”
“I remember your wedding.”
“Do you? I don’t.”
“I do,” Amanda replied. “I was maid of honor.”
“I vaguely do,” Parvati recalled.
“I think I might,” Erik added.
“Most people were drunk after all was said and done,” Andy remembered. “That’s why I didn’t last at the reception.”
“Well that’s because you don’t drink, ever,” Amanda pressed.
“You never have much.”
“Well yeah.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk.”
“I’ve only been twice.”
“When you were younger?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe not?”
“Are you two going to talk like that forever?” Parvati interjected.
Andy and Amanda both looked embarrassed.
“It’s what we do,” Andy claimed.
“Lovey-dovey,” DD commented.
“Well, is everything ready?” Erik asked aloud.
“Party pooper,” Amanda said under her mouth. Andy nodded.
“I think so,” DD replied.
“I’m sure I’m not forgetting anything,” Parvati added.
“We’re good,” Amanda reflected.
“Well, time to say goodbye to Botswana,” Andy reflected.
“Yes, it most certainly is. Goodbye, Deception. Goodbye, Kalahari,” Amanda claimed.
They boarded the two Jeeps and drove off into the sunrise, their feelings burning with the sun, leaving behind the quiet memories of an African adventure not a one of them would forget…
TO BE CONTINUED IN ALL-STARS 2...
Final Episode: “Goodbye, Kalahari”
“So let me get this straight,” Amanda began, “the guy chanted something and died?”
“Yeah,” Parvati replied whoppingly. “I don’t know what he did.”
“Curse chant,” DD suggested. “I didn’t think they were real.”
“I don’t know what to believe,” Amanda added.
“I don’t have any clue, either,” Andy chimed in. “Also, where the hell did Bobby go?”
“Left on urgent business,” DD replied. “He told me not to come. Don’t know what it is. But if it interrupted sex, it’s probably important.”
“What kind of husband…” Parvati began. “Never mind.”
The four of them looked at each other, exchanging several odd glances.
“What if this place is cursed?” Andy asked.
It turns out that it wasn’t long until they found out what the curse entailed. An insipid poison had snuck its way into the game in the form of a demonic minion, an insipid poison that sought nothing but to infect the game and spread itself amongst the desert floor, ruining the experience for all that sought to endeavor in it. It is unclear how the minion had transformed its soul in the first place and snuck into the game, or if it had even carried the poison into the desert; perhaps its body had been transformed into the vile stretch of ink by the curse, or perhaps its appearance had been why it was chosen by the poison. The answers, however, were left to be a mystery as its skull burned in the Tribal Council fire, laying at the tip of Amanda’s smoking gun, the same she had done to the trollish Kelly C on a now-destroyed generic island; a place Amanda wanted long forgotten, a place she didn’t hesitate to vanquish. Perhaps, she thought, that was why she had been the bane of the curse.
“Are you sure, Amanda?” Erik asked.
“I want this accursed place to be history,” Amanda replied. “Nobody’s going to miss it. Nobody even lives here. This island was mine. Mine to govern. And…” Amanda broke down, fell to her knees, and started crying. Erik put his hand on her back. “…I failed,” Amanda finished.
“No, you didn’t,” Parvati interjected. “Nobody could have predicted this mess. Nobody could have predicted Linda and Lill going batshit. Nobody could have predicted Kelly C turning into a demon, or you shooting her in the skull. Nobody could have predicted an alien visit.”
“This island is too unpredictable,” Amanda added, trying to wipe away her tears, then pulling her hat lower over her face. “I never want to come back here.”
Amanda knelt down and rose her hand in the air. As lightning struck the sea behind, it glowed. She pushed it down to the boat.
The light.
It was back at the lodge.
“That… island,” Amanda said, breathing hard. “That stupid bitch Angie,” she vented.
“It’s okay, honey,” Andy assured, rubbing her back. “Let’s hope the curse is gone now.”
Amanda’s eyes glowed with the twin blue laser lights, but calmed down with Andy’s assurance.
“So what, you blew up an island? I’ve always wanted to do that. You got to. It was fun. It got rid of a place that was cursed on its own, and now your killed its embodiment,” Andy replied.
“Embodiment. You and big words,” Amanda joked.
“Accurate postulate.”
They both laughed.
“Come on, let’s go uncurse ourselves,” Andy suggested.
A hammock shimmering in the moonlight. The bare air of drying desert, dampness ensuing. Murmurs of lost time in the air; the hammock rocks two figures embracing the starlit sky. A pulse of sweat. Rising steam. Pointing. Passion. Eyes closed. A sparkle. Glimmer. Cotton flying, the dropping cascade of denim; silk, lace, sweat, steam. A roar in the distance, ignored. Passion. Burning. A snap, a fall, laughter; one shadow engulfing the other; a streaky blur, life, love, passion, steam, sweat, love, sex.
Under the starlight the two bodies lay, arm in arm.
“Now that we’re engaged…” Amanda began.
“…it’s a lot more fun,” Andy finished.
“We can let our inhibitions…”
“…run wilder than the Kalahari.”
Amanda smiled and wrapped herself around him, her naked breasts squishing his skin. A bright smile on his face lit the poorly-lit hammock, and a fire once again engulfed our lovers.
TWO WEEKS AND TWELVE SEX SCENES LATER…
Dawn broke. The rainy season was drawing to its end, as the green began to turn brown, and the team’s time in the Kalahari was coming to a close.
“Final three, huh,” DD observed at the breakfast table.
“Seems like yesterday when I shot Angie,” Amanda recalled.
“Classic.”
Parvati, who had her mouth full of omelette, nodded in agreement. Erik was cooking bacon – ever since the cook had died, they’d been on their own. Thankfully, all four of the hosts knew how to cook, and had taken turns doing so. Didn’t prevent a disaster or two, but they had managed.
“I miss Bobby,” DD interjected.
“Well, he had urgent business, didn’t he?” Parvati responded.
“He never told me what it was.”
Amanda snickered.
“Do you know something?” DD asked Amanda, glaring at her.
“No,” Amanda replied honestly. “But I just had an idea.”
“Do tell.”
“Maybe he’s preparing something really awesome for you when you get back.”
“A giant didol statue?” Andy suggested as he entered.
Parvati immediately erupted in laughter. Amanda followed. DD turned red and cracked a giggle.
“But that wouldn’t fit in my boobs,” DD replied.
Hearing that, Parvati was on the floor; Amanda was face-first on the table, her hat having come off, and Andy was in tears.
“Maybe we…” Amanda was laughing too much to continue. “Maybe we need a statue of your boobs.”
“I’d prefer to have some privacy,” DD replied with a laugh. “Don’t want random guys feeling Knocker and Melon, you know?”
The laughter continued for minutes.
Andy and Amanda were in the backseat of a Jeep bound for the Final Immunity Challenge site; the bushman that had killed the antelope was driving.
“I’m glad you stayed, Andy,” Amanda said with a shining smile.
“I’m glad I did, too,” Andy replied, kissing her forehead after. “I could never leave you, you know that.”
Amanda blushed. “I won’t leave you, either. I don’t like being away from you in a place like this…”
“Safety in numbers.”
“Safety as lovers.”
Amanda returned with a kiss smack on his lips; the two continued making out until the Jeep screeched to a halt and they were thrust forward, their seatbelts catching them. They both looked forward and saw a female lion roaming a short distance ahead.
“Be wary not to disturb the lion,” the bushman stated. “The female is very protective.”
“That’s a reversal,” Amanda replied, looking at Andy with her doe eyes.
“Hey, I’m not going to let anyone do anything bad to you,” Andy affirmed before kissing Amanda again, forgetting about the lion as the bushman watched her like a hawk.
“Andy…” Amanda began.
“What is it, honey?”
“Would… would you want to host with me?”
“Don’t you have enough troops?”
“Well…” Amanda paused.
“And we don’t want our sex scenes on air, do we?”
“True… but we’re getting married. There isn’t anyone I’d rather have by my side.”
Andy blushed and almost started sweating. “Amanda, honey, when we’re married, maybe we should settle down and… just be us.”
Amanda seemed disturbed by this.
“If you’re away all the time, then we won’t have any to make a name for ourselves,” Andy explained.
“That’s why I want you to host with me,” Amanda clarified.
“Is this what you want to make a name for yourself as?”
Amanda paused to think. That was something she’d need to think about.
The final challenge came and went. Day 38. Anthony won, of course. Anthony voted out Courtney. Courtney got into the front seat of the Jeep, looking bummed. She was inches away from a 50-50 shot at a million, and who wouldn’t be?
The Jeep jetted off to Pornonosa with Amanda and Andy in the backseat. Courtney was silent, almost starting to cry.
“What happened, Courtney?” Andy asked.
“Trinity,” was her only word. “If Yau had won…”
Pornonosa was at the Deception Valley Lodge, an old safari place built not far from the Valley itself. The Jeep screeched to a halt. Courtney stepped off, not sure if she wanted to see the woman in the mirror, and Amanda and Andy followed. The six other jurors waited inside, not expecting the arrival until an hour later because of how fast Anthony had finished the challenge. A ruckus started the moment Brenda spotted Courtney…
…and it took ten minutes to calm.
“Okay, everyone,” Amanda began. “You probably know why I’m here. Briefing for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah,” was the consensus.
“You all know not to make things too personal. You all know you can be as bitter as you want, just don’t resort to extreme personal attacks. Get to the point – don’t ask meaningless drabble. We don’t have the airtime for it. Any questions?”
Night 38, the night before the Final Tribal Council, the last night before the end of a journey, the last night before packing up and leaving. “A perfect time for lovin’, don’t you think?” Andy reflected.
“Duh,” Amanda replied.
They looked at their bed. The sheets had holes in them.
“Hammock again?” Amanda asked.
“Right, it’s probably been too hot in here,” Andy replied, to which Amanda laughed.
“What? You warm everything up by being that gorgeous.”
Amanda smiled seductively and slowly began unbuttoning Andy’s shirt…
Day 39 was upon everyone. A long, deceptive journey was coming to a close.
“I’m ready to get back,” Andy claimed. “I’ve taken enough time off.”
“Time off?” Amanda replied.
“Time on.”
Everyone laughed.
“Turned on?” DD asked for clarification.
“What else?” Andy shot back.
Amanda, laughing, tried to stop for a moment to say, “Leave it to DD to say that.”
“I can’t disappoint, can I?” DD joked.
“Innuendos R Us,” Parvati added.
“R me.”
“No,” Amanda shook her head.
By 7 pm, everything was packed and ready for the following morning’s departure. Amanda and Andy were getting in a little lip action before the Final Tribal Council, which made a jealous DD return to her room to make sure she didn’t miss anything like she missed Bobby. Parvati was playing with her whip one more time, hoping she’d get another chance to interrogate somebody with it. Erik was scouting over the living room for any objects. Andy and Amanda finished smooching and checked their bedroom. All was well except tomorrow’s outfits.
“Ready for the ending?” Andy asked.
“You bet,” Amanda replied.
Steam erupted from under the bedsheets, and several geysers surrounded the climax, the breathing, the passion.
Two hours later, the Final Tribal Council began, the setting sun radiating a mystic aura that was soon enveloped by the personal auras emanating from most of the seven people entering like fire, searing the setting sun. Brenda? Angry, but not bitter. Jen? Ferocious like Catwoman. Penner? Ready to explode.
Amanda knew this was going to be fun.
After an intense Final Tribal Council, Amanda brought the voting urn back to the production camp. Andy had already put the safe for its storage on the back of one of the Jeeps for transport to the airfield. Amanda remembered the combination from the prior season and opened it. When she looked inside, she smiled. Fresh-baked cookies were on a plate.
“Oh Andy, I love you,” she said to herself. She exchanged the urn for the cookies, then closed the safe. She walked into the production lodge and sat at the table, putting the plate of cookies in front of her. Lit in the dim light of the light bulb hanging above, she saw they were chocolate chip. She took the first bite and savored every second of it.
“Andy makes the best cookies,” she said to herself with a smile.
“Why thank you,” Andy’s voice replied.
Amanda blushed with the redness of a thousand morning suns. Andy came from behind the kitchen bar. Amanda got up, cookie in hand and in mouth, and open her arms to embrace him. They shared a passionate kiss, like always.
“Who said it has to end on the climax?” Andy asked.
“Who said there only needs to be one climax?” Amanda added.
Pants fell.
The morning after, our heroes had convened outside the lodge and were taking one last look.
“You’re not destroying it, are you?” Parvati asked Amanda.
“Of course not, I love this place, curse and all,” Amanda replied with a chuckle.
“Good,” Erik replied. “We don’t want another troll to rise in All-Stars.”
“If one does, let me know, I can come kill them for you,” Andy replied.
“My lasers can handle them,” Amanda joked.
“Of course, but it can’t hurt to have backup.”
Amanda kissed his cheek intensely.
“You ready to go, hon?” Amanda asked.
“Yeah, back home, back to…”
“…making love the American way.”
“Less fun?” DD asked.
“When isn’t it fun?” Amanda asked.
“True,” DD replied, smiling.
“You and Bobby are probably going to…” Andy began.
“Yeah, yeah I know.”
“I remember your wedding.”
“Do you? I don’t.”
“I do,” Amanda replied. “I was maid of honor.”
“I vaguely do,” Parvati recalled.
“I think I might,” Erik added.
“Most people were drunk after all was said and done,” Andy remembered. “That’s why I didn’t last at the reception.”
“Well that’s because you don’t drink, ever,” Amanda pressed.
“You never have much.”
“Well yeah.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk.”
“I’ve only been twice.”
“When you were younger?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe not?”
“Are you two going to talk like that forever?” Parvati interjected.
Andy and Amanda both looked embarrassed.
“It’s what we do,” Andy claimed.
“Lovey-dovey,” DD commented.
“Well, is everything ready?” Erik asked aloud.
“Party pooper,” Amanda said under her mouth. Andy nodded.
“I think so,” DD replied.
“I’m sure I’m not forgetting anything,” Parvati added.
“We’re good,” Amanda reflected.
“Well, time to say goodbye to Botswana,” Andy reflected.
“Yes, it most certainly is. Goodbye, Deception. Goodbye, Kalahari,” Amanda claimed.
They boarded the two Jeeps and drove off into the sunrise, their feelings burning with the sun, leaving behind the quiet memories of an African adventure not a one of them would forget…
TO BE CONTINUED IN ALL-STARS 2...
