There's something to be said about the beach. It heats up the blood; all those beach bunnies and handsome harrys flexing and baring their balls. Then suddenly, everything starts popping. (Oops, I did it again I'm slapping Britney down...)

Fresh air, sunshine, sand between the toes, and the smell of the ocean make it feel like summer's around the corner. (I wish...)

I looooove your story, and from a madman at that. Still waters run deep...(did I say that?)

My favorite was this:
It wasn't till we rose to leave that I realized she was still tethered to the railing. They had been staring at her leash and collar, no wonder they were laughing as they left. I unhitched the leash and held her close to me.
Very sweet. (She hands Mad the brush) Need this?

Nikita