And, without warning, as you’re looking toward the ocean side, you feel the warm, moist touch of my lips to yours, lingering only slightly to suggest what is to come as you also feel the gentle squeeze from my hand on your right leg through your sundress. You look over to me Naomi, as I part your golden locks and whisper into your ear "We’re going to have all kinds of fun, darling," and I playfully flick your earlobe with the tip of my tongue, practically unnoticeable. But