We turned and began heading towards the east. Our destination was Europe. Thomas made the point of skirting the coast of Florida. Just to make sure we realized that there was no United States. We looked across the deck at where Miami should have been. I had been there many times. The coastline was easy to recognize. There was absolutely nothing there. Amber and I simply laughed. Who would have guessed a pleasure cruise would end up like this.
My name is Geeney pronounced like Glee without the L. Don't ask me what kind of name it is, my parents were on massive drugs when they filled out my birth certificate and were quickly hauled off to prison. I was twelve by the time I met my parents for the first time and they were everything I expected them to be: useless. But at least after all of the foster homes I'd bounced from while my parents were recovering from their addictions in prison, I finally found a family that wouldn't abandon me when things got rough.
I am a thirty-five year old male and I have been going to this particular hair salon in my town to get a haircut and shampoo for the last five years. My stylist's name is Alicia and all the time I have known her she has been married with one child. Alicia is about thirty years old and looks great. Judging by the clothes she wears, she has a medium build with dark brown hair about mid-torso length. She has blue eyes, a straight nose, and ruby red lips. Her eyebrows are pencil-line brown and I guess her weight to be around 140. She usually wore conservative clothing so I never really got much but a tiny glimpse of her breasts, but I guessed they were medium size.
