THE BEACH SEX (1)

We have been in the car nearly all morning. I want a hotel on the beach and Greg isn't that picky. He thinks any hotel with a bed will do perfectly. I, on the other hand, have visions of frolicking on the beach looking trim, toned and sexy.

Finally, we drove up to a huge hotel, right on the beach. All the rooms have balconies, and there is actually a vacancy. The bellhop assists us to the third floor, opening the door and following us inside. It is a lovely room, light and airy, the decor in bright pastels.

There is a huge king-size bed, looking very inviting. One entire wall is a window, with a sliding glass door that the bellboy opens. The curtains billow into the room, the beach is right below us, the water looking green and refreshing.

When Jason, the friendly bellhop, leaves, Greg kicks off his shoes and stretches out on the bed. He strikes a pose against the headboard, trying to look sexy and desirable.

In truth, he is very tempting. We had made a silly wager that we could not