Dita sighs thinking that her vacation must end all too abruptly. She packed all of those colorful dresses! After a rough day, Dita decides she needs a night out on her vacation. She wants to put on a dress, look fabulous, have a good meal, some cocktails, maybe some dancing and hopefully find a good looking guy to make her feel better about life. She sets out, little town beware. She hops from one place to the next, her mood improving by the hour. The sassiness was being injected into her veins, as she gained courage and confidence which projected at the bar and later on the dance floor. She sits with her friend sipping a sweet concoction, and spots a handsome, chiseled face man, er....boy. He was not her typical style. He wore a long, curly mane of sun-kissed locks, he was foreign, and had such young, tan skin. In the back of her mind, she knew he was very young, but dismissed the thoughts and forged ahead. Soon enough, she found herself on the dance floor, being kissed forcefully. Her friend glanced over, and thought that Dita might be getting her face eaten off, but alas....it was just a passionate kiss of sorts. Dita was happy, all thoughts of disappointment were diminished and she was in the moment, enjoying every aspect of this handsome young stranger. Her friend got sleepy, and decided to call it a night. Who knows what came of Dita and the very young Spanish boy......
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