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WHO: George and Wrath
WHAT: Puerto Ricooooo
WHEN: Wtf day is it? Tuesday?
WHERE: San Juan beach and hotel
WARNINGS: TBA



Wrath was actually excited. She hadn't been to the beach for a long time, and she certainly hadn't ever been there with someone she loved before. She had even put her bikini on under her clothes while she was on the plane. The travelling let her forget about her run in with Satan. And as they entered the hotel and the porter called her Miss Black, Wrath felt such a ridiculous amount of freedom.

No one here except George knew who she was. No one. To them she was Mona Black, here with her boyfriend. She hadn't just been horribly tortured, and she wasn't endangering her boyfriend just by being around him. She could forget everything.

As soon as the porter left, Wrath looked out the window.

"The ocean is right there!" she whooped. Immediately she took off her George bracelet and then she shed her shirt and jeans. She opened the sliding glass door and just went barreling towards the ocean without even waiting for George.

She charged into the waves and when the water's temperature was a stark difference to the air, she ran in a half circle back to shore. She hesitated before just throwing herself in bodily. Then she stood and clutched her breasts. "MY TITS!" she screamed at George.