The Goddess*

THE GODDESS

“Wow! The beach is crowded. Damn, George, why’d you back hand me in the chest?”

“Sam, look - at - that!”

“Look at what? There are no rideable waves out there today.”

“Not the water, you idiotic beach bum.  That goddess over in the life guard chair.  She has got to be new here.”

“Hmmm, never seen her before.  Hey, she’s getting down for the chair.  Why don’t you go over and introduce yourself.”

“To a goddess that hot and delicious?”

“Yeah, you chicken?”

“No, but the guy she’s talking to is ripped.”

“So, you got surfer charm.”

“Yeah, I do, don’t I.  ---  Hey, sweetheart, you’re a goddess and I’m a god, can I take you to heaven?”

“What?”

“Listen, weasel, you trying to hit on Lydia?”

“Go pump some iron, dude.  -- So, Is Lydia a goddess’s name?  If so, I could use some religious education.”

“Excuse me?  Do I need to clear the beach because of the oil slick you are creating?”

“No, honey, but I’d love to rub tanning oil all over your sexy body.”

“Get lost, looser.”

“I am lost – lost in your beauty, but I don’t want to find my way out.”

“Take your arm off me.  Thank you.  I can’t put it any clearer.  LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“Lydia, is this guy still hassling you?”

“Don’t worry, Eric, I can handle myself.  I took karate so I would be able to handle guys like this.”

“Karate, huh, goddess Lydia?  Wanna show me some moves?”

“With pleasure!”

“Sam, are you ok?  Sam, what happened?”

“The bitch knows karate!”

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