They had finished their meal. Ocean stood up. Augusta couldn’t help sneaking a glance: the tall, lissom figure, the long, shapely legs, the general air of athleticism and strength. “Come and walk with me,” Ocean said.
They set off towards the beach. As they walked across the sand, Ocean removed her tunic. The moon was reflecting off the surf, bathing Ocean’s body in a silvery light. Augusta saw the firm breasts, the flat belly, the strong, sleek, muscular thighs. She felt desire rising. Ocean ran towards the water. “Let’s swim!” she cried.
For the second time Augusta admitted to her embarrassment that she could not. Ocean stopped dead. “You really cannot swim?”
“No,” said Augusta, hanging her head.
“Then I shall teach you.” She came back and seized Augusta by the hand. She took off Aug
