“Fuck yes, but now it’s time for you to go for a ride,” says Spray. Stick is quick to agree, “Yeah, get your sweet ass out of the pool so we can show you what we can do for our beach babe.” “Hop on top boys!” They move off from the comfort of my inflatables so I can flip onto my belly. The four sun-men take their perch on top of my back and I ferry them across the pool over to the stairs.
