…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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