“No,” I replied.
He grinned wickedly. “Then we’d better pop your cherry.”
“What if we get caught?” I replied, intrigued with the idea.
“Have you not noticed how far we’ve walked?” he said. “Nobody is going to catch us, unless we’ve been followed, which we haven’t.”
I looked backward and found that he was right. Not only had we moved far from the luau, but we were also well past the strip of hotels along the beach. I figured that were now on private property because of the houses nearby, but it didn’t look like anyone was home.
“Come on, let’s do it,” he said, removing his cut.
“What about sharks?” I said, staring toward the water.
“Relax. We’re not going to see any sharks.”
“Famous last words,” I mumbled.
“If you’re that nervous, we don’t have to go very deep.”
As usual, I relent
