It is a quiet beach, particularly during the week and I haven’t seen too many guys surfing there so chances were that I’d have the place to myself... Some peer would be nice though so, I mentioned on my blog asking if anyone would like to join me.One of my new members shot me an email saying he would love to go for a speedo surf. We shot some emails back and forth. His name is Marc, mid-thirties, lives in Sydney (90 minutes south of where I live), plays waterpolo, grew up surfing, loves speedos. For your aunts' sakes I'll give you a job." Winnie said as she waved herhand.The blue ribbon in her snow white hair changed that to a Santa hat. Herbrown top coat and blue jeans changed into the type of red mini dressthe girls in the 1960s Star Trek series might wear. The only exceptionwas the white Santa like trim that the dress had. As her legs coatedthemselves in green pantyhose, she noticed she was walking on the ballson her toes. She was then handed a tie with a neck strap like acigarette. It struck me how perfectly tan he was which was in contrast with his pearly white smile and salt and pepper hair. He was my father's age, in his 50's. He seemed like a nice enough guy. We made plans to play a round tomorrow in the morning and he bid as adieu.Morning shortly came. I got dressed, a pair of little khaki shorts and a tight little polo shirt. I may have taken a little too long doing my makeup. My father was in the living room impatiently watching the news. "I'm hungry, hurry it up!". 30 dinner khakar usse railway station chod kar ghar chalagaya, next day mera dost mujse mila and vo mera mazak udarahatha ki me us ladki ko nahi paata paaya kyu ki usko nahi paatatha ki hum beach and dinner keliye gaye, phir mene usko us ladki ki photos dikhai and vo shock hogaya ki kesekiya mene and bechara pareshan hogaya magar usne maanliyaki mene jo boloa mene kiya. Next day saturday tha tho hum bahar jaaneka plan baanarahethe and uske room par baitkar plan baanarahethe ki kya karre, tabhi.