Stretched on a blanket, naked toes wiggling the sand, Kathryn enjoyed the kiss of warm sunshine on her skin. It came from nowhere, dark and heavy; blocking out the sunshine.
"Hey!" Rolling she faced the glare of her first officer.
"Are you crazy?" He replaced the blanket she had tossed off.
"Just want some sun."
"Naked! You're out here naked."
"Three scraps of cloth and a few strings do not make clothing."
"Harry." She jumped to her feet. "Am I naked?"
A deep red speechless blush,
Harry turned away. Kathryn shrugged; Tom leered. She crawled
back under the blanket.
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