Bits

Summer

RAVEN

Summer, the hottest time of the year, where most people burn themselves at the beach rather than cool off under the shade of trees in the mountains. I hoped to have had more sense and declined the invitation to toast myself to a crisp under this heat but I could not deny Miranda's request.

So here I am, laying on the sandy coast in swim shorts and rash guard–on a lounger, protected under the beach parasol.

My wife could be very persuasive if she put her mind to it. Paying me a visit in my office during lunchtime, she came dressed to seduce. She had every intention of making me agree to anything she would ask of. When she was through with me, lying on the couch with our limbs entangled in the aftermath of her very compelling 'negotiation', I would have agreed to go on vacation in the sun's core itself.

"Ai! Stay under the umbrella, honey!" Galvin has given me permission to bring my niece along. She's six years old and about to turn seven in coming months. Summer vacation was something she looked forward to.

"Stay close with Toby, Ai. Don't wander far!"

"Yes, Aunt Ray." She stopped gathering scattered seashells and ran back to where her cousin sat.

Ai dropped the shells on the sand and filled a small pail with sand. Under the wide parasol, Toby, in tiny trunks and open beach polo, was playing in the sand while Ai, dressed in a lovely bright pink suit, contented herself with building a sandcastle. Back to back, my niece and my son enjoyed themselves. Beside them, sat Harriette, who kept guard and stopped Toby from trying to shove a handful of white sand in his mouth.

"A good day in and a wide ocean so why are you wasting it by just lying there, Raven?" Amelia asked.

"Where are the others?" Penelope inquired as she swung her gaze around to find her wife, Samantha. "They still haven't left the villa?"

The three of us, along with our wives and children, Harriette and Annie, were renting a seaside villa for our week-long summer getaway. "The wives are still inside."

"Ruen must be having a hard time making the twins nap." Amelia combed her fingers through her wet locks. Their twins, Nathanael and Micaela, are eight months old and she absolutely cherish them, "Maybe I should go and help."

"They already said they'd follow. It's been an hour, the twins must be sleeping by now and the women are just changing into their suits." I said.

Speaking of swimsuits...

I glared at the party of three young men who tried to approach our space.

Don't even think about it!

With their beauty and body, they were garnering the attention of men and women within the ten-meter radius. Penelope was wearing a brown two-piece suit. Honestly, it was a decent swimwear that perfectly covers the essentials but the woman donning it was by no means an average lady. On the other hand, the actress, Amelia, was wrapped in a black two-piece suit. The bottom half was 'safe for all audiences' but the upper half was another story. Her front was dipped too low with black straps crisscrossed above her exposed cleavage holding her top together.

The little woman would blow a fuse if she saw Amelia in this.

I threw them their towels so they could dry up. Both women were wet from racing against each other in the waters. Amelia dried her blonde hair while Penelope reached for a cold coconut juice.

Each taking the vacant loungers adjacent to mine, they started chatting as they dried themselves. It was a lazy day–no work, no mountains of documents to read through and sign. Dozing off does not seem like a bad idea. However, my parental radar would not turn off knowing that Toby and Ai were supposed to be under my supervision.