Sea Weed

There I was lounging by the sea under the warm embrace of the sun, when I was approached by a nubile young female who asked if I had a light. She had long been admiring my pipe and I suppose could restrain herself no longer and felt compelled to approach, employing the classic "light" gambit.

Well I am usually not one to take such obvious bait, but her "bikini", as ladies bathing attire is now dubbed, was so revealing, that I found myself enchanted by it, and was ready to do her bidding. Thus I reached into the pocket of my dashing linen blazer, and brought my lighter forth. Her lips puckered as she held the cigarette between them. I paused.

"How old are you?" I queried.

"I'm 16!" She almost shouted her reply, seemingly worried that I would put the lighter away should she have been 15.

"I say that's marvelous! Taking up smoking at such a young age shall give you an air of grace and dignity in no time, as well as adding a delightfully husky timber to your quavering voice."

She arched her eyebrows. "Whatever dude. I smoke weed too."

"Indeed!"

"Yeah it's no big deal, I also do ecstasy. Had some last night and never did go to sleep."

"I say! You seem so spry and full of life nonetheless! You must have a remarkable constitution."

As I marvelled she took the lighter from my hand and lit her cigarette herself, and I took the opportunity to ogle her body.

"Are your parents aware of your...shall we say, hobbies?"

"They split a long time ago," she shrugged her shoulders, "my mom don't care."

Just then a pelican dove and plucked a fish from the nearby sea. "Holy shit look at that fucker!"

"That pilfering rascal! Careful he doesn't snatch your stash."

She scowled at me. "He'd better fucking not."

I smiled. There is something to be said for the empowerment of women after all. "You know, you remind me of a working wench I knew in Canterbury..."

Alas she was not listening, as she had passed out under a nearby coconut tree.