Tomorrow Might Be Different

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Proofed more or less by Highroller.

Made prettier with MollyKate's/Cinnamon's style sheet.

Chapter I

Mike Edwards plowed his way through the dazzling white sand towards the Russkie party as quickly as he could.

"Just a moment, Miss," he called out in Russian. "Just a moment, please!" Hurrying was difficult, he was in ordinary dress and wore shoes, rather than beachwear.

One of the girls, the very attractive one, had come onto the beach in a robe, one of the flamboyant new textiles the Russians were producing that all but knocked your eyes out. It was his private opinion that the Russian taste was all in their mouth; but, then, that had applied since the days of the Czars.

It was when she had slipped out of her robe that Mike's eyes had popped. Her tiny trunks left nothing whatsoever to the imagination, but that wasn't it. She wore no top at all. It would have been hard for her to be any more naked.

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