Don't tempt her with a good time. Jill is glad that Clive can tease, and she decides to put him out of his misery.
"Yes. I think Joshua will be pleased. I was hoping we could find something to wear to the beach now that the weather is warm, but we can do that another day."
“I imagine not,” he says, but it’s hardly unusual either. He’s no stranger to bathing in rivers or streams. Playing, even. What boy hasn’t? He ducks his head just enough to bump his cheek against the top of her head. “I meant… what’s wrong with the clothes we already have?”
“Dramatic would be refusing to go to the beach at all,” he says, oddly charmed that she wants to hang onto him in public, and quite steadfast in his desire to neither swim nor wear a swimsuit. “Come now. Get some garment for yourself, and I’ll watch you swim.”
"Will Joshua agree to go into the water with me, do you think?" Jill is certain her odds are good. Really, she's gauging whether Clive will make an issue of it. "I wouldn't want to go in alone."
"Then come in the water with me," Jill says, and she hangs off his arm some. The next words already sound childish in her head before she says them aloud. Whatever. She cares not.
He looks down at her, naturally shifting to accommodate her weight. He does not think of her as childish. He thinks she’s beautiful, and he very much wants to play. He sighs. He relents:
“I’m sure we will,” he says, envisioning napping in the sand and maybe — just maybe — beating someone at some sport. “Go pick out a swimming costume, then.”
There goes Jill's dreams of seeing how he manages to his junk in some alarmingly small pieces of fabric. But she knows she's already gotten him to relent once. Twice is pushing it.
"Very well," she tells him, but she's still smiling. "You'll help me choose something flattering, then?"
“Of course,” he says, more than happy to move the spotlight off him. Besides: his younger inner self is itching for an excuse to see her bared skin in some new context. “Lead me to wherever they sell these things.”
"I think I saw a shop this way," she says, taking him by the arm and leading him along. Not far in the distance is a bright store sign that reads SUN BUMS in bright teal and yellow, a neon sign depicting the sea and sun slapped onto the corner.
She pauses at the window, where mannequins wear barely anything at all. Her lips purse together. She is much more comfortable with her own nudity these days, but there's a time and a place. Random people on the beach don't need to know the curve of her ass and breasts--let alone people like Joshua or Dion. That is inappropriate.
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"Yes. I think Joshua will be pleased. I was hoping we could find something to wear to the beach now that the weather is warm, but we can do that another day."
He's eager to get home. She gets it.
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“Why would we need clothes for the beach?”
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She manages to joke with a straight face, though she has to hide it against Clive's arm at the end. They're not going to the clubs.
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Some are cute. Some are more revealing than she'd like. Some, she would like to see Clive in.
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“I don’t intend to swim, but if you’d like to…”
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"Will Joshua agree to go into the water with me, do you think?" Jill is certain her odds are good. Really, she's gauging whether Clive will make an issue of it. "I wouldn't want to go in alone."
There's always Dion, of course.
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"I really have no choice but to go with Dion, do I?" She says with a laugh and a shake of her head. Far from a complaint.
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“And leave you without a strong swimmer? No.”
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"Then come in the water with me," Jill says, and she hangs off his arm some. The next words already sound childish in her head before she says them aloud. Whatever. She cares not.
"I want to play with you."
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“I’ll wade in with you, then.”
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"We'll have fun." Splashing water at Clive sounds like the most fun anyone could have at the beach, truly.
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“For you,” he says. “I can just wear shorter trousers.”
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"Very well," she tells him, but she's still smiling. "You'll help me choose something flattering, then?"
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She pauses at the window, where mannequins wear barely anything at all. Her lips purse together. She is much more comfortable with her own nudity these days, but there's a time and a place. Random people on the beach don't need to know the curve of her ass and breasts--let alone people like Joshua or Dion. That is inappropriate.
"I am sure there are less revealing ones inside."
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