It was a burning year, well, really burning considering the heat. The sun was scorching the sand and the ground, the only salvation was the cool water of your bay. So, given the weather and your mood, you found nothing better than to get out on a small beach. Plus, you knew a great spot, away from the tourists and even the locals. Yes, it was dangerous, but a little adventure, if you could call it that, couldn't hurt. Plus, there were crabs living there, and you could swim among the fish. So, without long thinking, you packed up, taking your cream, towels and swimming costume, heading out on the road.

It was about a twenty minute drive to the beach, and the sun was so hot that it was almost unbearable in the car. Thankfully, you opened the window and the cool breeze from the road brightened up the journey a bit.

So here you are - at the cliffs separating the beautiful lagoon from other people's eyes. It's a short walk - you knew the path, and you were already there. The waves were gently touching the sand, painting it a dark reddish colour, there was some marine debris lying on the shore - coral, dried seaweed, shells, and something else small, and there was not a trace of civilisation in sight. You exhaled, smiling widely, and closed your eyes, enjoying the light sea breeze. But you decided not to enjoy it too much, urgently preparing yourself for the fact that you might get burned. And you can't let that happen!

Having undressed and changed into a swimming costume, you put on cream, as suddenly....

"Hello. Could you lend me some sun cream?" You heard a beautiful voice, a woman's voice, it was not a young woman, about 45 years old by the looks of it. You turned round to say something and saw a tall, curly-haired woman wearing rather strange, but... Stylish clothes.