<div align="center">(http://www.beyondthemind.net/800px-Loch_Ard_Gorge_Panorama_July_2005.jpg)<br/>(http://i353.photobucket.com/albums/r388/Combi_con/attemptone-1-1.jpg) (http://i353.photobucket.com/albums/r388/Combi_con/attemptone-1.jpg) &lt;- thumbnail</div><br/><hr/><br/>The jeep slowed to a standstill as the group of young adults fianlly arrived at their spring break home. It was about noon, and there didn't seem to be a cloud in the sky. Thankfully, it wasn't very humid. The place they would be staying at was quite close to the water, only fifty meters or so away; and from the looks of it, no one else had camped up on the beach, which wasn't surprising really; the beach was secluded. It wouldn't have been surprising if the owners of the house owned the whole beach. The beach spanned about 200 to 300 meters long, but about 500 to 600 deep, and was sandwiched by two long clifs, which could probably be climbed. Tied up and floating gently on the water, were a few waterskis, and one smallish speedboat.<br/><br/>(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/858/mihirotaniguchi3mn3.th.jpg) (http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=mihirotaniguchi3mn3.jpg)<br/><br/>Climbing out of the jeep, dressed in a blue spaghetti strapped halter top, and a white mini skirt, she took a deep breath breath of the clean air. Turning around, she waited for everyone else to get out; having not spotted the house they would be living in yet.