The red-necked young man concentrated on freeing his hands from the creul mixture of seaweed, salt and sand. With clean hands he approached his car.

"It was fun out there, wasn't it?" she says to him.
"Yeah. It was a fun morning."

He towels off and was particularly careful around his neck. He places all of his belonging in the back of his car. He looks up to see her taking off her wetsuit. But as she disrobed there was no top where one should be, just more skin. Skin beautiful enough to make him cry. "What are you doing," he siliently screamed. He folded his towel and fiddled around with his wax, only occasionly glancing up. At his final glance she turned towards him. "What are you doing," he siliengly asked himself. "What should you do? What can you do? What is there to say?

"Nothing."

ooh child