find the same boy standing there. He had dark, shaggy hair and a nice face.

"Um," she started. "Sure. Yeah, thanks." She handed him the bottle and he squirted some into his hands.

His firm hands ran down her back, smearing the thick, cool liquid over her skin. His fingers spread it under the thin strings holding her bikini top together and traced the top hem of her bikini bottom. "There you go," he told her. He wiped his hands off on his shirt and she had wiped her hands on her towel.

"Thanks," she said gratefully with a calm smile, turning to face him. "I'm Roxanne." She held out her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Roxanne," he greeted her, accepting the handshake. "I'm Charlie."

"Pleasure's mine," she said politely. "And thanks, again."

Charlie pulled off his shirt and laid it on his chair, coincidentally right next to hers. "Planning on getting a tan?"

Roxanne smiled and replied, "I swore to myself that I would get a tan this week, just to brag about it back home, where it's snowy and rainy and windy and cold." She chuckled.

"Where are you from?" he asked with a calm smile when he moved over to his own chair.

"Near Seattle, Washington," she answered. "Always raining there. Where are you from?"

"London, England," he said, as if it weren't obvious he was from England from his accent. "I like your eyes," he complimented abruptly.

Roxanne chuckled. "Uh, thanks," she responded awkwardly. "They are very blue."