I'd taken Cindy out on my motorbike up to the north coast. We were currently sat on the sand, Cindy between my legs, leaning back against me. My eyes were closed as I savoured a couple of things. Her body pressed against mine, as I was bare-chested, she was wearing a bikini. The feeling of her warm skin at my fingertips. The sounds of the waves breaking. The smell of seawater and whatever was provided by the light wind.

"Mark, can we talk?" Shuffling uncomfortably, I felt her take both my hands in hers. "No. Never think that. Sorry, I didn't know how bad that would sound," she added softly....