Anne, about to have a very bad day.

"Ahh, could today be any more perfect?"

Anne wondered this to herself as she relaxed on her beach towel. Her auburn hair was parted on either side of her head, allowing her back to fully experience the sun's rays. Her top was snugly beneath her, untied to remove any chance of a tan line while she maintained her modesty by laying on her stomach. Of course, it wasn't like modesty was too much for the athletic woman to worry about. This stretch of beach was a bit more out of the way than the normal tourist-cluttered shores, though not necessarily completely lifeless. Anne had found this spot a few weeks prior, and she'd been looking forward to a chance to enjoy it ever since.

Normally the beach wasn't really Anne's thing. Too loud, too crowded, and too much chance for the day to go wrong because of all the other people. The fact that there had been scattered reports of a thief on the beach lately certainly didn't help matters. Of course, Anne didn't worry about any thieves where she was. How many people even knew about this place, let alone would think of it as a good place to steal? The beach with all the good opportunities for a thief were on the other side of the distant pier, so far as Anne was concerned.

With the soft, rhythmic lapping of the waves and the warm sun shining down on her, Anne felt like she was in paradise. She could do whatever she wanted out here, she thought. Anything that struck her fancy...