jaylar
Wendy had arrived at the Hotel late in the afternoon, and not to miss a moment, had pulled on her bathing suit, run down and into the sea.
Feeling the warm sea on her skin, she felt so happy to be here.
She dived deep, and came up.
When she pulled up she was surrounded by a set of ugly locals, some with twisted hair, some missing teeth.
She was afraid, and ran out of the water as she could, clumsy and knocked by the waves. As she sat on her towel, one of them came up offering to rub oil on her back.
He was not young, nor handsome, he was creepy.
“Please Leave me Alone.” she ordered.
He didn’t move, totally unafraid, unconcerned, then asked if she were married.
“Yes, and I’m waiting for my husband to join me, so please leave.”
He sat another minute, not believing her, then moved on to an older woman who had planted herself about ten feet away.
This one really did have a husband. As he approached the creepy local slunk away.
