The Beach Girl...

Oh, just look at her. Oblivious to the world surrounding her. She reclines and lays dead still, absorbing the sun around her. I'm enchanted by her legs, her sexy back, her alluring tone. She's still oblivious to her surroundings. What am I doing here, I ask myself, what do I do, do I sit? Fuck it, I light up a cigarette and get warmed by the sun. A few puffs in, I start relaxing. I take another glance at the woman, I discover she's let her bra hang loose. Oh, painful. I already know she has a boyfriend. I already know that she's from America. God, what do I do?

I spot some subtle movement and I quickly turn away. "Did she see me? Fuck," I whisper to myself. Oh, it's time I break the ice. "Hey," the conversation begins. "I must say, you have a lovely tan." Seriously? I sound like a priest trying to pivk up little altar boys.

"Thank you," she replies, almost too cheerfully.

I get back to my business. What business? Shit, light up another cigarette to not look awkward...shit, take out a book. Read, Linda, read. Don't be too quick...just do it smooth, with one swift motion. Ahh fuck. New Year's Eve and I don't have my own woman to tan topless on the beach for me. Just my fucking luck.

Don't look, you can't look, you don't have permission to look. I end up looking, only for a second. God, just look at that tan. Usually, I'd be quick to go from talking, to flirting, but I doubt any woman who has a boyfriend that brings her to a place like Zanzibar, is definitely out of bounds. Think about it. Read, Linda, read.

After a few more pages, which I blindly read through, she ties her bikini and grabs her handbag...then we all know what happens next...leaves. "Fuck, she was in her own world and I just ruined her zen! Fuck!!!" I angrily whisper to myself.

I have no more words, "Bye, enjoy your day," she says, with a large smile and her eyes hidden by those shades. Pink shades.