The water was chilly, but felt good since we had baked for an
hour in the sun. We made our way gingerly over the small breakers, turning our
backs to the waves and jumping as we reached the point where they were rolling
in and breaking on our thighs. Never sure why people did this, since its
inevitable that everyone at this point was going to be wet anyway, but we held
our arms up out of the water like that was going to help. It didn't. I guess it
was just a reaction to do that.
The next wave rolled in and I decided
it was time to bite the bullet. I dove into the wave as it broke and came up
the other side of it, hair slicked back. I adjusted the suit. No need to have
the cops called at this point.
Phoebe still
continued to dodge the waves, so I decided to help her get on with this swim. I
headed over to her, wrapped my arms around her and brought her down into the
next wave. We emerged and she spat water in my face...
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