Public Nudity / Beach / Secluded Cove

Your bravery only goes so far. This is an adventure, but if you were caught by anyone you know, your life would be over.

You sprint along the seagrass-locked dunes toward a hidden cove you know. It is not exactly a secret, many kids use it, but it cannot be seen from the tourist-trap restaurants, the beach entrances, or the lifeguard shack, so few people ever go there. You are relieved to find it empty. You toss your bag into the sand in the middle of the secluded space with the resolution of a conquistador planting a flag.

You begin to dance around the beach, wrapping yourself and unwrapping yourself in the fluttering sarong, feeling like a supermodel as the sun bounces off the white sand and the seaspray keeps you cool. Your family just moved to this new, beachfront neighborhood. You were in Boston before this. As a result, you have no tan at all, yet. Your pale skin shines like pearls in the sunlight. Your slim frame, flat chest, and narrow hips bother you not at all, today.

For several long minutes, you are a godess, but finally, the nonstop running and dancing catch up to you and you have to rest. Hoping not to get too much sand in unmentionable places, you wrap the sarong tight across your hips and sit down to rest and to pull out the sunscreen. Just as you are getting the bottle open you catch a movement out of the corner of your eye.

You see a shape walking over the nearest dune, it is...

...a pair of much older boys, probably high-school age.

...a girl you know from class.

...a bounding golden retriever, with no sign of an owner.