Eighteen year old Donna had no idea where she was and how she got there.
One moment, she was aboard a luxury yacht in the middle of the Indian Ocean; the next, she was on a beach, her clothes drenched and bedraggled as she coughed up seawater.
Just a few hours ago, Donna Freeman was having the time of her life. The owner of the corporation her parents worked for, Vitusmul, Inc, had invited her parents and others to fly out to his yacht for a week. Donna had thoroughly enjoyed it, even if there wasn't anyone else on the yacht her age. She went swimming and scuba diving during the day, and at night went to eat at fancy dinners. She suspected more than one of the older men on the yacht would have made a move on her, if she weren't always under the watchful eye of either one or both of her parents. The dresses that were loaned to her for the dinners flattered her smooth, dark complexion. Her long, dark lustrous hair, which reached the small of her back, was always coiffed in the most stylish fashions for the dinner, thanks to the yacht's hairstylist. And the fact that Donna was a high school cheerleader (she was an eighteen year old senior) meant she had a fit and firm body with appreciable curves.
But that was a few hours ago. Something had sent the yacht shaking and threw Donna overboard. How she had made it to this distant beach, she hadn't a clue.
As she finally caught her breath, she pushed her hair out of her face and looked up. That's when she saw a giant blue eyed blonde haired eighteen year old boy.
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