He walks away

Tracy couldn't believe his poor luck. He got up and looked over the water trying to see if he could spot his shoes in the water. He was hoping that they were going to float but sadly, that wasn't what happened. Disheartened and frustrated, Tracy walked off.

The sand was hot but manageable. The sidewalks of the resort, however, were ****. Hours in the light of the burning sun made them excruciating to walk on without some kind of foot covering. Tracy found himself sprinting from shadow to shadow. At this point, he would be willing to do anything to just keep his feet from burning.

His luck had turned when he found himself in front a little store. He tip toed in, his tight sweat pants cupping his backside in an attractive manner.