My Hands are Tied – Alexandra Daddario

I worked at a surfboard rental shack in So-Cal for one summer, but only one summer. After what I did, there’s no way I could work there again. It was a normal summer, like any other summer I worked before. Every year from May through August I would jump around beachfront jobs during my time off from university. One day, things changed completely. The clientele was what you’d usually expect; teenie-boppers, actual surfers, first-time try-outs, big groups of friends and people fighting their midlife crises. I had one of these bigger groups come to the shack, but this group was different. Or I should say, they had someone with them who was different. I feigned ignorance as to who she was, but there was no chance in hell that I could miss or miss identify Alexandra Daddario. I couldn’t miss her with smokey eye shadow, flawless, tousled brunette locks, those big blue eyes, and oh my God that body in…

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