Perry and Della were spending the day at the beach. Perry body surfed while Della paid attention to her suntan.
He got out of the water and walked over to her. "Hi."
"I must say, you looked like a Greek God while you were in the water."
He smiled. "Thank you, Della!"
He sat down at her legs. Smiling, he tickled her feet, lightly. She giggled. "Perry!"
"Sorry, Della!"
"It's ok! Say, could you do a little favor for me?"
"Of course."
She lied on her belly. "Lotion my back. Here's the lotion."
She held it up. He grabbed it. Then he poured some in his hands and began his work.
"Thanks. Oh, could you undo my bra strap?"
This shocked him! "Della!"
"Relax, Perry! There's no one around. And if someone comes, I have a big strong man to protect me."
"You do? Oh, you do! All right."
He undid her bra top. Then he added more lotion to her back.
"Thanks, Perry. Now, let's relax for a bit."
"Sounds fine with me!"
She lied there quietly and even fell asleep. He sat close to her, watching for people walking by. At one point, a man walked close to them. But seeing Perry, he quickly walked away.
About an hour later, she woke up. "What time is it?"
He looked at his watch. "3:43."
"I guess we should be getting back, now."
She stood up—letting her bra fall off!
"Della!"
She smiled. "Oops! Can I have my bra back?"
"Of course."
He gave it to her, and she put it back on. They began putting their clothes back on.
"I've got a proposal: Let's change and go to Sebastian's for dinner."
"A great proposal!"
"Oh, and Della: You look like a Greek Goddess!"
"Thanks, Perry!"
They went back to their car.
