ON THE MULTITUDE OF DISTRACTIONS TO BE ENCOUNTERED WHILE MAKING LOVE TO THE CAP-DE-L'HOMY PLAGE
onto the yellow beach. The soles of your bare feet are leathery, but the sand caresses with its silicon warmth. A frisson of sexual anticipation commences in your calves, expands through your hips and settles in our stomach. A portion separates from this mothership of sex like a discarded rocket booster (*) and descends to the obscure outpost of your groin. Ahead the flat ocean, glinting, cystalline, endless. Above the immense aureate sun. The soft warm breeze that carries particles of sand to be captured by the erect oil coated hairs on your exposed body
DISTRACTION 1 (THE AUDI A8)
looks best in bright metallic colours preferably silver this is true
DISTRACTION 2 (THE USS SCORPION (#))
Commander Francis Slattery was utterly gripped by Echo. He'd picked the book up months ago and had promptly forgotten about it. Ready for another duty tour, he suddenly rememberd the book and threw it in his pack at the last minute. Wow. Josh was having a real tough time in New York. A little English jockey way out of his depth. And that monkey...
"Captain to control room," burbled the intercom. Damn. Just when it was getting really good
FRONTAL DOCKING MANOEUVRE
pushing into the sand which gives only slighty, away and away, yielding only partially of its deep time. The portion of sexual excitement that descended your stomach and docked in your groin is manipulating your senses. The portion of sexual excitement (coloured dark red like a second liver) in your groin begins to enlarge. And your senses enlarge. You enlarge also, but you will never attain a surface area equal to the beach
DISTRACTION 3 (THE GERMANIC TRANSGRESSION)
then two Germans walk coincidentally past you. You know they are Germans. How do you know? You don't know, but you know. They are Germans. Germans. Germans. Two (2). Two Germans. One (1) German female. One. The other female also. Two. Both sexually attractive. Both wearing German swimsuits. One orange, deeply so. The other blue, lighter than the sky. The German with the blue swimsuit lighter than the sky and carrying in her left hand a German parasol, as yet unfurled. Her name may be von Braun. In her right hand nothing, fingers partially extended, sand flowing from the tips. The German wearing the orange, deeply so swimsuit has a small German backpack in her right hand. Note: in her right hand, not on her back. The way of the not so young
(*) stock Apollo footage, circa 1969. On the monitor, a five fingered flare as the Saturn's second stage ignites and the astronauts are thrust closter to heavan.
(#) Skipjack class nuclear powered attack submarine. Sank in mysterious circumstances off the Azores in 1968 with the loss of all crew.