Joan would go to the beach and preen for the surfers. At dinner she would whisper about the surfers and their bulging swim suits. She would have gone ...aked and fucked them all on the beach if she could. My work consumed me for the next few days. On Friday all the business people rushed home. Joan and I stayed. The surfers had arranged a beach party for the end of the competition and everyone was invited. Joan and I put on some beachwear and wandered down to the party. Joan was wearing her new. .a few days later Sally was back at Winterbottoms house-clutching the magazine 'have you seen this?' she offers the magazine to him-he smiles knowingly and leads her by the hand to his library-he points to a pile of magazines-'Janus' is just one of many such 'spanking' magazines 'got to keep up with the times!' he winks at her-and they both burst out laughing!Epilogue:1987:'the artworld was saddened to hear the death of the world famous landscape painter sir Cedric Winterbottom' the times. “I don’t have a change of clothes and I’m not going home in wet jeans.” “Then just swim in your underwear,” Kristie countered. “Fine,” I replied, giving in to her persistent pleading. I stripped out of my jeans and slipped into the pool as Kristie clapped. What little bit of an erection that I had quickly disappeared. I splashed water at Kristie and she let lose with a torrent of splashing aimed directly at me. I submerged myself and could see her trying to step backwards as I shark attacked in. Both Matt and me looked at each other with me saying no and Matt just smiled before he said come on lets go as he opened up the bit of paper Dave had given him with the phone number and as he opened it I saw there was money in it two ten pound notes in fact so Matt gave me one and put the number and his ten quid back in his pocket and I did the same with mine as we walked out of the park.Matt began to really piss me off by keeping on about David, I was not keen on involving anyone else in our.