MANKINI

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Not  a day goes by that something suddenly surprises Tulip. While “minding her own business” one early morning at the FRONT ROW of the forever sunny beach, she lay back with her eyes closed, breathing in the fresh sea air and releasing the stale internal air into the wind.

“Tulip, quick look over there!” said her sister Iris.

A startled Tulip opens her eyes and looks in the direction of Iris’ arm. Her eyes pop open wider than ever and she momentarily loses her tongue. They look at each other aghast. In unison they start to laugh and laugh until tears come pouring down their cheeks, just like a sudden brief  rain shower. 

“Is this for real or are we dreaming?”

“It just cannot be!”

“ Oh it is real. It definitely is!”

There in front of them is a sight to weigh — a sling shot thong on the lower body of an elderly male torso, held up by the somewhat wrinkled, almost melon-like gluteous maxima. He is strutting along to enjoy some time in the water.

What makes the experience even more mindboggling is when the man is finished in the water, he signals his wife indicating he is ready to return to their palapa in row three. 

The wife obediently rushes down, and they stand face to face, with her hands on his shoulders. He walks forward and she walks backwards. They are both smiling. She shields his frontal baggage perhaps to show mercy to the aghast and dumbfounded public who cannot help but take notice of the ungodly sight, even with a side view.

Tulip turns to Iris and says: “I guess attention seeking transcends all generations and genders.”

“Yea but this is over the top, or should I say front and center, in your face, but definitely an uplifting outing for the old guy.” says Iris smiling.

“Was it the thong or the attention that made him one happy man?”

“It is not my business but it is hard to not mind!”