Run home

Peter took a few deep breaths and threw the door opened, sprinting to his house. He looked around to see if anyone saw, but he was in the clear. They all had their eyes in the beach. When he turned forward, he smashed into a man in his 60s . "Oof!" said Peter falling back with his hands to the sides. Before they could look, Peter covered himself in the hot sans. "Sorry!" said Peter in a high squeaky voice from the heat of the sand.

"Where's the fire?" said the man.

"I umm...," Peter blushed when he saw the man's wife. His wife looked over and went back to sun bathing. "Can you lean over please?" The man leaned over ans Peter whispered. "I was at my changing booth and someone stole my trunks. Please help me!" Peter begged.

"Sure. One second, " said Peter's savior. The sand became more unbearable. Peter's lower lip trembled. "Hey, honey. We have a bit of a 'situation' mind if I lend this young man your extra beach towel?"

The woman looked at her husband and pulled down her shades annoyed. "This is for when TINA gets here. Ask her when she arrives."

The man turns around, but by then Peter is running and dusting off his hot sausage. He turns around and the man runs after him with a towel, a young woman following closely behind.