…specifically, from the balcony/patio outside our bungalow on a pier in San Diego, by the four adults in our group and about eight other adults on their adjacent balconies, to a couple on the beach below, about 10 yards below and perhaps 40 away, who had elected to engage in a sex act on the beach (opinions differed as to whether it was coitus or a dry humping: it was full dusk):
“Speech! Speech!”
“Bravi!’
“Encore! Encore!”
“Author! Author!”
“I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.” (Well, I would have yelled that but for the six drinks.)
“5.5, 5.6, 5.5, 5.2 from the Russian judge!”
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