Chapter Three
Emma’s Day At The Beach
The thing about Emma is that she’s a full-on beauty with a brain to match.
Here’s the story of something she experienced long before she and I hooked-up and, as usual, it was recounted to me in her, typical, matter-of-fact, dead-pan way that brought more than a smile to my face.
She told me about the time she was a post-graduate student and had opted to take advantage of the travel perks offered to up-and-coming youngsters; it was to holiday, overseas, and enjoy lower-cost, foreign-flights to premium resorts by the seaside.
She’d been in her Hostel for a week, or so, and, on her last, full, day, had chosen to try a different beach; a sandy cove, one surrounded by steep, but not high, cliffs where one-or-two groups had already made camp.
Finding a
