James Arden, a dark-skinned Cyprian clad in swimtrunks and sunglasses, surveyed the beach. There were plenty of babes to be seen, some Parinans and some nice-looking foreigners.
James was a veteran of the Uprisings, with a body like a ruined Adonis. His muscular frame was covered in various scars, pucker marks and stitches from his injuries, but he moved without seeming to feel any pain. He was well known among his friends for using his good looks and veteran status as a babe magnet-a lot of women had developed new patriotism after the destruction the Uprisings had wreaked on Parina.
James picked a nice spot with some elevation, better to scope out potential conquests, and set up a reclined folding chair. Opening a can of beer, he took a sip and looked out over the beach, enjoying the view. One girl, an Anglician from the color of her skin, caught his eye.
That girl was Teri Millen, an lighter-skinned Anglician. She was dressed in a red bikini, and while it was not the exaggerated brief sort, the bottom part started a good two inches from her navel. She had a smooth, flat stomach and a good chest, not too small but not too large. Her black hair went down to her shoulder.
Teri was sunbathing on a deck chair, drawing quite a few glances from passing men. She enjoyed the attention, and would often deliberately shift to give a onlooker a better view. She remained unaware of James’ eyes on her body.
James settled into his chair, one eye on the beauty in the red bikini and the other scanning the other women at the beach. As he gulped down some more of his beer, he let the waves of lethargy wash over him, slouching a bit.
Just another day at the beach…
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