Vicky smiles to herself as she steps out of the bus, feeling the warm breeze washing over her trim body, the dog staring out across the beach ahead of her. It was a nice warm morning but it was still rather early, likely to get hotter as time went on, so it was likely going to be too much for Vicky after awhile. She knew she'd probably spend most of the time in the water though, her favourite way to stay cold at the beaach.
She pulls her duffel bag in agains her side, padding down the short case of stone stairs onto the warm sand and began to look around for a place to set her towel.
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