Kitted out, we returned to the beach.
“Over there,” I said, leading the way, toward a group of sun-baking girls, their tanned skin glistening with oil as their heads and feet kept time with a tune blaring from a portable radio.
“Hello girls,” I said, “are you here on holiday; lovely day for a swim don’t ya reckon?”
“Which b****y question do you want answered first?” replied a fantastic blonde in a red bikini, a cigarette dangling from her lovely lips.
“We was just trying to be sociable,” I explained.
“If you two blokes want to join us,” said a plump girl, displaying a fair amount of nicely rounded breast, “you can sit down and get on with it. My name’s Maureen, this is Adele, Ade for short,” she giggled, referring to the lovely blonde with the cigarette. “And this is Joyce, and that’s
