Amy had grown tired of gazing at the ocean, and turned to look past her sleeping mother, to where Beth and Ron sat, apparently playing a game of some sort. Beth had turned to face Ron, leaving only her back visible to Amy. Ron was such a goofball, Amy could tell he was trying to steal peeks down Beth's dress every time she leaned over to write on the paper in Ron's lap. She really couldn't blame him for taking notice of Beth, or her mom for that matter. They were both extremely attractive, especially for their age. Amy didn't really mind, mostly because she knew there was no way...