Chapter Four
Outside, another beach goer stood off to one side and gave them a look. Mickey grinned at him and Sandy blushed furiously. The guy had obviously heard, and been waiting for them to finish. He gave Sandy a sort of wistful look and went into the bathroom as they walked away. Sandy covered her face with her hands, mortified, but laughing anyway. When they got to her car, she asked for the g-string.
“It isn’t much,” she said. “But it’s all I have.”
“Nope,” Mickey said.
“I am not going to work without underpants!”
“Sure you are,” he said, smiling.
“Come on, baby, this isn’t funny anymore.”
“Deal with it, Sandy. No g-string today and no panties tomorrow.”
“You’re impossible,” she said, miffed and showing it. “What do you want me to do, beg?”
“I want you to get in the damned
