Chapter 12: Day 10, Attraction
Barbara is allergic to the sun. Not really, but she claims she is, since she finds summers along the Coast and Florida’s heat intolerable at times. I tell her to stop bitching about the weather or move back to New York City. She tells me in a joking fashion to f**k off, get a life, and mind my own business.
I myself love the heat, sunshine, and brilliance of summertime; this is why I spend my Junes in Barefoot Beach. The men on Barefoot Beach are not so shabby to look at, either. I like to admire their bare chests, necks, and hairy legs. I make the short trek down to the sand, walk the half mile south to the public beach with my lawn chair and beach bag of summertime goodies, and enjoy a visual meal of the men at play.
Of course I can sunbathe on my own be
