Jennifer gets a ring. From her beau. To find out if she got her bracelet. Yes, she did. But she'd much rather he'd have been there. She doesn't need another bracelet. She needs him. But, alone at his mansion, she pulls back her hair, puts on her aviator sunglasses, and takes his convertible for a drive. Soon leaving it stranded along the road while she ambles over towards a beach. Where she writhes about out of most of her clothes, stripping down to only the bikini bottom. A life of opulence, but alone. Her love would conquer all, even if he were broke. If only he could see what he's missing out on.
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