It wasn't one of those big resort beaches, though. It was a remote kind of area, with not too many people around, but enough people to let me know tha... there were people there.I was relaxing under an umbrella shoved into the sand in a beach chair. I was lying there reading a book. It was a Saturday, and I was going to lie out by the beach and relax, have a couple of cold ones, and then go home after a pleasant day of reading and relaxation.I had only been there a few minutes when a man came up. Hey Brian&hellip, you remember Ginger&hellip, Rob slurred at me. He was getting pretty fucked up and just slumping in the recliner. Im not ten Im almost 13! I looked at Gingers short little shorts and Hollister t-shirt and pictured her self shooting in her bedroom mirror. Her legs looked awfully thin compared to the sorority girls at school packin on the Freshman 15. Her skin was fucking perfect. She had been out in the sun this year for sure in her little short shorts and tank tops probably. I. The sun had dipped far below its watery haven and the sky was ash black, illuminated by a radiant half moon and sprinkling of stars. We were protected from the casual view by our palm tree, our silhouettes not even casting a shadow. I returned my attention to the beauty before me. Her body still pressed against mine. I withdrew my hand from its wet perch, and finished unbuttoning her shirt. I spread the garment wide to allow the ocean breeze to flutter over her naked chest, then bent down to. "Look Mary, just hang in there and I'll be right over." He hung up the phone and went into the garage and found his tool kit, grabbed some industrial strength drain cleaner and walked across the lawn and knocked on Mary's door. She let him in and was wiping the tears from her eyes with a Kleenex."Oh God Jake thanks for coming over." It's alright, now let's go and check on your sink." She led him into the kitchen and he saw that the dishwasher was indeed pouring water into the sink and it was.