He wakened them, brought cold beers and told them of finding the
wreckage that had once been a record player. Hope she’s sixteen or it could
mean jail for me. Poker machines rattled and clinked, adding to the loud sounds of
talk, and orders for pints, “schooners” and “middies” of frothing beer. “Must be down on the beach with a hundred thousand others,” said Hugh,
laughing. She left him like that, asleep with his cock
hanging out of his white trousers, and went to her bedroom wondering
what he would say in the morning if she invited him to sleep with her. Perhaps I should wash the sand off, too,” she called after
him as he went to the bathroom. She
searched for Jenny’s mouth and their lips met in a lingering kiss that
started a fire burning in both their bellies.
