To the beach.

Jamie thought it would be fun to go down to the beach at the lake and catch some rays. She grabbed a pair of tiny, acid wash, cut-off daisy dukes, green striped flip flops, and a white tank top. After throwing on her outfit, her hands searched for her tiny, crystal blue string bikini and her beach towel and tossed them into her beach bag. Jamie ran out the door, hoped in her yellow convertible, and sped down the road toward the beach.

About 30 minutes later, Jamie reached the beach and found a praking spot that gave her a good view of what was going on. At first glance she saw suntanners, volleyball, people swimming near a floating dock, and some friends from high school hanging out down by a bonfire having a party. After looking over the entire lake her gaze brought more into view. Amongst the sights was Martin's Island in the center of the lake, the Boy Scout camp across the lake, some weirdos lurking near the changing rooms, the marina at the left end of the beach, and a more secluded area blocked by rocks at the far right with a sign in front that Jamie could make out the words "Nude Beach" written on it.

That was enough sight seeing for her and she jumped out of her car, grabbed her bag, and sauntered down to the changing rooms...