You stare at it for a minute trying to remember somewhere else you might have gotten needle mark. You eventualy dismiss the whole thing. You get dressed and run downstairs. The rest of the family doesn't seem to be up. Just as well you're heading to the beach with your best friend Mark today anyway. Almost as if on cue you hear a horn honk outside. You run out and hop in the car. Mark looks over, smiles, and says, "Are you ready to meet some girls today"? "Hell yeh", you yell back with a fist bump. After a little bit of a drive you're pulling into the parking lot of the beach. It's early and not crowded yet. "Let's pick out a good spot and just wait for the bitches to come", you laugh. You walk down the beach a bit, find a spot, and set up. You don't have to wait very long. The spot you picked is near a resort and always has rich girls coming trying to get away from the parents. They start arriving. You and Mark start commenting on a few. You both talk a good game, but the truth is you usually strike out. Just then a you woman comes into view. She's wearing a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination. "Damn" you mutter feeling something stirring in your swim trunks.
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