They were just finishing up a Tiropita from a nearby vender close to the beach. Kadan kept talking of the Plaka to check out the clubs once it was completely dark. As it was they'd strolled down the beach hoping to find a spot to go into the sea without anything on.
The wind was cool from the ocean, and Craig still couldn't believe they were both here. Now in white shirts flapping about like sheets with their pants hugging the strength of the wind.
"I don't know about this?" Craig wondered where his clothes might go off too if he actually did manage to get them off.
"Come on, you're game." Kadan gave him a pat on the back. " What? A shark will get your willie? Is that it?"
"Its a little daring." Craig nodded.
"Daring is my middle name." Kadan impishly smiled pulling his long hair back in a pony tail. "Come on, you know you wanna."
Craig looked around. It was just the two of them and the wind and the waves.
"Your cell can hold down our belongings."
"All right." He watched Kadan take off his shirt first then the pants. Kadan never wore underwear. Didn't see the need too.
"Aw..." He watched Kadan in disbelief, all taunt perhaps slightly more pale than he could be, but still quite fit and so carefree and completely faral. He pulled Craig's shirt over his head.
"Yes, you're going too. And you'll love it. You will." He shouted in glee.
Craig quickly got out of the loose trousers and pulled everything up in a heap and put the cell on top hoping it was enough to keep everything from blowing away.
Kadan grabbed his bum and pulled him into the ocean. While they were in the waves, the cell phone rang.
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