Knowing that the Sand Dollar would be crowded with strangers, Tommy bought a book from the rack at a hotel. It was a naughty paperback about a woman who befriended young boys and took them into her bed to teach them the real reason they had a p***s. After her swim, she walked along the beach to the north where the crowds thinned and found a quiet spot up in the dunes. The sea oats grew thick there, the ocean breeze rippled a silken sea of gold. She nestled into a sandy spot and laid the book across her knees, enjoying the warmth on bare legs.
They came from the opposite direction: the kids walking arm in arm, two beach-babies blinded with love. They strolled toward Tommy, up between the sand dunes, and finding a private spot, kissed and dropped onto their blanket. They lay in each other’s
