Puff had forgotten what a bad companion Hula Girl was when they went to the beach. All she did was ogle the lifeguards and shake her little grass skirt at every board-shorted surfer passing by. At least it wasn’t as bad as that time that they had “accidentally” wandered on to that nudist beach when they were traveling around Europe. Hula Girl had been less than discreet about her temporary infatuation with the naked Spaniard sunning himself on the next towel over, while all Puff had noticed were how many UNattractive people there were on the beach. For fuck’s sake, that old guy’s dangly bits had been nearly down to his knees, and that woman’s nipples were as big as pie plates. She knew that Europeans had a more liberal mentality when it came to these things, but Puff was quite happy to never go to one of those places again. Naked ugly people scared her.
Sun, Sand and Sexy Times31 08 2012