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"Believe me when I tell you this is your day off, and we are on a date."

"Of course I believe that," she said. She had a large cloth bag, and Michael had a beach umbrella under his arm.

"Well, believe me when I tell you I know all about you," said Michael.

The lifeguard was Crystal Campbell, 23 years old, single, heterosexual, sexually active whose favorite sex act was fucking cowgirl style. She had a roommate who was another lifeguard, and went to night school working on her master's degree in psychology.

"This is really embarrassing," said Crystal, "but I can't remember your name."

"Michael Adams. Believe me when I tell you that's odd becuase you're the one who asked me to come on a beach date with you."

Crystal, who was now wearing a white one-piece bikini under a pair of denim cut off shorts, blushed.

Crystal and Michael found a spot that gave them a nice view of the beach and put up the umbrella. "So Crystal, what's the most annoying thing you have to put up with as a lifeguard at this beach?"