As you look around amongst the brown ropes, you see some strange white clumps. There's an tint of green, but it is very faint. But what intrigues you the most is the smell. It smells like a wet locker room. Above you, the ceiling moves and beneath you, you see a massive hand. You are trapped in the armpit hairs of a large college jock.
From your perch, you can't see your boyfriend anywhere. As you struggle amongst the hairs, you hear a low groan. The canopy of skin and hair gives way to sunlight. Then it disappears, before another loud groan. He must be posing his muscles, unknowing about the extra passenger he carries around with him as he struts across the beach.
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