They appeared to be the slightly overage bar girl type, who spend the day dressing as though they were twenty-one while trying desperately to catch the eye of Mister Right, and then spent the evening in the smoke, noise and bluster of the local nightclubs, trying to do the same.They appeared to be the slightly overage bar girl type, who spend the day dressing as though they were twenty-one while trying desperately to catch the eye of Mister Right, and then spent the evening in the smoke, noise and bluster of the local nightclubs, trying to do the same. The long hours had taken their toll. Their faces seemed drawn, and the loose flesh on their arms and jiggling thighs did not add anything redeeming to the picture. "She went down that way," said the little one again, pointing to a stretch of dune near the eastern end of the beach, where the public section officially ends and the two-mile long stretch of private beach began. Often, the private beaches were used at night by teenagers in the off-season, for making out and drinking under cover of dark. "I'd never want to look like that!", exclaimed the little one again, as the two anxious maidens peeked over their shoulders to perhaps get a glimpse of her, appropriately disgusted and righteously outraged at the thought of a woman in far better condition than them, and no doubt, a good bit younger... They shook their heavily-teased, and, in at least one of their cases, very peroxided heads. Just then the large beach bag/pocketbook that the little woman was carrying slipped out of her hand, and she let out a cry as the sound of breaking glass was heard. "Shoot", she cried, "This bag is just too heavy, Marlena. I can't handle it", she whined. I was walking so close to the two women that their sudden stop caused me to bump into the puff-hair blonde, my elbow sinking into the soft and flabby flesh of her upper arm. I excused myself as I walked by. "Oh, that's quite alright!" she answered soothingly, pushing her oversized glasses up her head, her mating hormones switching on like that! I could feel her eyes on me as I walked past them, leaving the ladies to clean up the brown liquid that had began to seep out of the bag, iced tea that would go untasted. I went down to the beach feeling the excitement stirring within me and beginning to sweat; the sand was hot beneath my feet, almost burning, as I scanned the beach for a few minutes, searching in vain for the object of the ancient maidens'derision. |