A story for adults only. Viewer discretion is advised.
When Barry and I saw her, we were dumbstruck. I remember I couldn’t actually think, nothing was rising up in my mind, and I just watched her, completely dumbfounded, like I had never seen a woman before. She was walking in our direction, with sunglasses on, along the sand of the beach, with her hand in her hair, ruffling it as she was walking. Her hair was long and brown, and her skin was dark and golden, and her body was a perfect curved-lined perfection, lightly and revealingly dressed as she sunk into the sand, foot by foot, sinking just a little as she walked. Barry was never one to say anything to a woman. He was worse than me. He became small and shy and afraid, like he might burst if one came too close to him. Sometimes I was like that as well, but I knew I would be plagued with regret if I didn’t at least do something to get her attention.