Untitled I'm under the water fighting for my life. This is it, I think. I'm going to die. This thought was quickly followed by another. Hell no. I'm single and still a virgin.

So, I look up through the water, which is oddly clear, and swim the full foot back up to the surface. AH! I'm ALIVE! I'm going to be able to get a boyfriend! I'm gonna get laid some day! I'm...I'm hanging out of my top...

After tucking the twins back in their place, it dawns on me, Surfing on nude beaches must hurt like hell. This was my second time being washed up on theshore with my "boogie" board, and my knees (and now my breasts) had taken quite a beating from the surf and the sand. It's an odd sensation to have sand scrapes on yo' boobies.

"Are you o-kay?" my oh-so-concerned father asks as I stagger over to him and my grandpa, coughing up the salt water I had ingested. That's some nasty stuff, if you've never tasted it.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I wrap my hand around his shoulders and lean close so my pap-pap can't hear. "I just flashed the whole beach, but I'm fine." Free advertising! I'm in room 101, boys!

Mom says she doesn't think anyone saw or they would have said something. Nice tits! You should do Playboy! Hey, she didn't see me wipe out. Che. Nice to know you're concerned about your daughter's well being! Jeez...

Now, I'm back up on the beach, burning myself to a crisp and still wondering about the nude beach thing. Man, that must hurt, especially for guys. It's like I've got rug burn or something. Ouch. It feels like a bad sun burn. Heh, sun burnt private parts. That must feel nice.

I don't think I'll ever be going to a nude beach...now, a nude colony is another story...