<div class="floatleft">(http://aimg.rule34.xxx//samples/207/sample_7405f8b991de312df119ccffc90f4487.jpg?1566664)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Del Ricci<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Professional surfer/sex performer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The beach > Broadwalk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lillian, Kurumi<br/><hr/>Getting to the kiosk ahead of Lillian was so important to Stephanie at the moment that she had taken a half-dozen steps past the skinny brunette before she realized that she had been asked a question.<br/><br/>"Oh... Emm..." Steph had to forcibly push her thoughts away from her raging erection in order to remember if she had seen anything on her way back from the beach. "Down over dere, by de beach showers, yeah?" She gestured in the direction she had originally taken after she returned to her Jeep, "Where all de lounge chairs are? I fink I saw 'em carryin' nets an' poles n all dat down de beach a ways. Toward de pier, right?" A lifetime around people with pidgin accents meant that Stephanie criminally ignored her h's and spoke at a lightning-fast speed, but once one heard her speak a few sentences it was easy enough to understand most of what she was saying. Maybe not the occasional Hawaiian word, but most of it. "Not for sure how far up or down de beach dey are, dough."<br/><br/>Steph bounces from one foot to the other and took a quick look at Lillian's progress toward the kiosk, wondering if there was some way to entice her new acquaintance to come with her instead of immediately going to search for the volleyball courts.<br/><br/>"Come find me if you can't find 'em, yeah? Sure I saw 'em my way here." She jogged the last stretch between her and the kiosk in order to make sure Lillian didn't leave before she got a chance to 'greet' her.