Today the surf was mild, the sun was warm. I don’t know about the water, but an eight-year-old boy wearing bright red bathing trunks was out testing the waves, teasing the sharks. JoJo limited her exposure to her toes and ankles. “This feels really good—you should try it,” she said to me as she stepped through the sea-moistened sand.

“You know me,” I told her. “I’m a dry land kind of guy.”

She smiled a teasing smile. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Oh?”

“Think of sticking your toes in a pretty girl’s about-to-come cunt.”

That got my attention. “When did you ever do that?”

“Ha ha, wouldn’t you like to know? I’m a girl of flexible mind and body, nimble and supple and extremely acrobatic.”