You are beautiful. We get down to the beach, and find a spot that is a little secluded, away from all the traffic walking back and forth near the wate.... There is a small table with an umbrella canopy and 2 chairs, where we are able to set our drinks and towels. We set out our towels, and choose to lie on the sand, which makes things even a little more secluded. We lie on our backs, and hold hands as we soak up the hot sun, but are kept somewhat cool by the light ocean breeze that is blowing. In one of the adult bookstores I picked up a copy of The Spectator. I don't know if they're still in business, but in those pre-internet days they were the San Francisco version of Screw Magazine, with stories, ads for adult businesses, and ads for prostitutes of all types. I read through it back at the hotel, and found some very interesting ads from TVs, transexuals, and crossdressers. I was really excited, and jerked off looking at the ads.The next night I took the Spectator and headed out. "I knew LA was going to be more expensive than Chicago, but this is insane. Everything I've seen is either way out of my price range, or a colossal dump." I know. This place costs a fortune," Liz agreed."You have a fortune, miss Olympic Gold Medallist And Idol Of Millions," he teased. She hit him with a couch pillow. "Well, you do. I, alas, am just a humble law student, scraping away on a shoestring." Oh, what a sob story," Liz giggled."I know, ain't it a tragedy?" he grinned. "Seriously-I have. I put on a pair of sweat pants that I could easily slip off and just put on an old sweat shirt as a top. I then headed off to a popular adult theater a few towns north of where I live, about a 45 min. drive away. I paid the $10 admission, got my ticket and walked inside the theater. I immediately headed for the back row and sat down in the last seat next to the wall. Next to me on my left was an older gentleman and next to him was a younger guy in his 20's or so. I wasted no time removing.