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The Vacationers

Mags lay in the beach chair, decked out in a black two piece and oil covering her body. Glistening like dew on grass in the morning. The sound of waves lapping up on the beach was relaxing and calm.

"Heaven on earth," Max said as he placed his Corona on the table and grabbed the chair next to Mags.

"Not quite," Mag replied. "But it's getting there."

"Well, it's too bad this can't last," Max replied.

"You're joking right?" Mags asked; she cocked an eye open to catch Max's face. "You'd miss it big time."

Max reached over and grabbed his beer and took a sip and gave Maggie a wink.