If he was completely honest with himself, Paul was hoping, if not willing for a wave to remove once and for all her bikini top.  It seemed to be a hindrance, so get rid of it already. Alas, no wave took the initiative to cooperate.  Just as well, he thought.<br/><br/>Remaining in the water, he watched as she made her way back to shore.  With Charlette's back to him, she messed around with her hair and something, something.  Her ass happened to be on full display, so he wasn't too sure about the hair thing.<br/><br/>Paul soon left the welcoming confines of the water, seeing as how she began the process of sandwich-making.  About ready to plunk himself on the blanket, he noticed her blush.  Sitting cross-legged, he reflected on why she seemed to blush so much.  Because clearly, this wasn't the first time he had witnessed this happen.  He wondered about what could possibly embarrass her so much.<br/><br/>In control of the PB&J sammies, Charlette evidently did not require any further assistance.  Paul's attention, meanwhile, diverted toward her open robe.<br/><br/>Might be best if you look at that rock formation, Old Man.