Abby hopped out of the car, not making much of the kiss either way.  It was summer, and they were on the beach.  She was in Malibu to live her own life, to become her own person, and to have some fun.  She walked around the back and picked up her bag, which was light.<br/><br/>Walking lightly up to the front door, she pushed it open.  And walked right in on a naked young man darting down the stairs.  She really should have looked away, but she didn't.  Couldn't.<br/><br/>She ran her tongue over her lip with a giggle.  "I'm gonna guess you're not the Good Humor man?"