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I shoved another brand of sun cream in the tote bag, Cecil threw me another one in a tube and I read through the brand name and how to use it, just in case it was different from the others.

Sunshine brand, orange and nude brand color.

“Looks good?” She asked from where she stood in front of the mirror, tying her transparent black sarong.

It was one of those mild sunny spring days, and we were not planning to pass up the chance to enjoy it.

“Yeah, I think so.” I shook the tube to see how much of it was in there and if it was going to be enough.

Still plenty.

Cecil was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit, and I was wearing a white bikini with a transparent black sarong too. Our red flip-flops were already in the bag along with all the sunscreens and sun creams we needed.

In the other tote bag were drinks, snacks, and the microwaved French fries. Cecil suggested we microwave them; I honestly didn't know why, but I was sure they would taste horrible.

I gave her a look as she adjusted her sar