It was about the time she had hit her downward facing dog pose that Shelley became acutely aware that she still had some sand stuck in her butt crack. Last night's
date with John had started out pretty rocky, but things had ended quite nicely, she thought, standing up and picking at her wedgie.
"This is what you get for rolling off the blanket, Shelley," she chided herself, digging a little deeper. "Keep this mind next time you decide to go skinny dipping and fooling around on the beach."
She shifted into a proud warrior stance, hoping the spreading action would help dislodge some of the unwelcome particles of sand.
[ooc: for the roomie]