The minibus soon took us all to the beach, the girls carrying summer dresses to cover the swimsuits for the dress code of the pub the men carrying tra...ksuits. Each of the ladies seemed to be enjoying the experience, Babs and Ann more so than the other two; we were all splashing away happily within the hour. The seawater, doing wonders for our burns, marks and scars, aches and pains. An hour of swimming and frolicking saw us in the bay window of the pub, pints in hand, the rule being no. Comforting strokes. Right in that web between the fingers. At the apex of the taper. Where the fingers met and there was that slight 'web' of flesh between fingers. Just there. Right there. Gentle strokes.?Come come Honey, drink up? we`ll have another one? you must need to get back to your Hotel, or room??There it was again. That casual collection of information. The ability of Marjory to collect and collate this information in her head was pretty astounding. Not just astounding, but. Next day, i was back in my free attire of only shorts and a tshirt. I found pooja , probably after realizing that her mother is joining her, in a more conservative attire of a knee length shorts and a neatly covered top. I almost burst laughing seeing her and gave a naughty stare back at me saying “I too will teach you a lesson Rajesh”. Meanwhile, Malathi climbed onto the terrace and what a sight! Pooja and myself were totally surprised!. Malathi came in a above knee shorts (mostly a boxer. .. nemesis ... whatever. “You don’t know?”“Don’t know what?” asked Sally, as she walked around the corner.“Where all this crap came from.”“Where DID all this,” an expansive all encompassing gesture of the hands, “Come from?”“UPS,” I said.“When?”“Just before I got to Bree.”“What?”“I was having an adventure of the mind and the UPS man knocked. He delivered all this crap,” I explained ... which was no explanation at all.“Why here?” Sally said. “Why not to the Avocado Garage?” She was looking at.