Relax on the beach.

Being a merciful goddess, Kristi lets you sleep for a couple of hours before shaking you awake and telling you that you're going to the beach.

The soft white sand beneath your slippers, the gentle crashing of crystal clear waves, and the crisp salty air. You'd love to enjoy them all, but unfortunately, you're a little too encumbered to do so. "Come on! Let's find a good spot before someone else does!" Kristi calls out to you, as you trundle forwards, trying to balance her bag, the rented umbrella, cooler, mats and chairs about your person. Why she wanted to go to the beach on the other side of the island instead of the one at your hotel will always elude you, but you're sure that she had a good reason for it. However, and more importantly, it was a decision that you did not have to make.

When Kristi finds the perfect spot, just beyond the shade of palm trees, you waste no time in setting up the umbrella and chairs. Once you're done, Kristi, wearing a green bikini under a sheer white top and floral orange pareo, flops onto her's, and stretches her arms over her head. "Ah... this is great," she sighs heavily as you take your place on your chair. "Hand me one of those orange sodas please."

Wordlessly, you take out a couple of ice cold sodas out of the cooler and pop the lids off. Slipping a straw into hers, you hand it over to her and the two of you clink them together before just taking in the view.

Unfortunately, the vultures have started to circle. Every other minute or so, you hear another man whistle his appreciation at the privilege of ogling at Kristi, as well as see some of them make crude gestures of what they'd want to do to her. You get up to give them a piece of your mind, Kristi just rests her hand on your arm and says that they only get to look and imagine, while you get to touch and experience. You stand down immediately but still glare at them all the same.

Soon enough, the sun starts to gather strength, and Kristi sets the chair down flat. "Do you mind getting the sunscreen?" She says, turning over to lay on her front. "Curse of being a redhead is that you burn easily." You fish around in her bag for a bit and pull out a bottle of sunscreen and tanning lotion. Looking back at her, you realize that she wouldn't be able to tell which one you put on her back until it was too late.