Free Redemption For Two by Tobias Tanner

lascivious behavior in a public place.”
    “Mostly underwater,” Mickey said with a grin.
    Sandy had her bra pulled up again and was wriggling around in the surf, getting her pants back on. She had to raise her hips to do it, giving Mickey and the cop a nice look at her bush, glinting with beads of water, something she had almost certainly not meant to do. She finally came up the beach, and her wet bra showed her nipples clearly. The policeman looked elsewhere while she pulled her shirt on.
    “Nothing lewd or lascivious around here I can see,” he said blandly. “You folks see anything offensive?”
    “Well, we’re nearly out of beer. That’s pretty offensive.” Sandy was squatting by the cooler. “You want one, officer?”
    “God, how I would love that,” he said sadly. “But no, ma’am, thank you very much. I have to go look out for criminals and bad behavior. Ya’ll have a nice day, hear?”
    “Been pretty good so far,” Mickey said, grinning a little. “Might have embarrassed the fish, though.”
    “I’ll ask them if I see them,” the cop said, and turned to walk back up into the dunes without looking back.
    Sandy burst out laughing, passing Mickey the beers to open because the twist off caps always hurt her hands. “Do you believe I just did that?” she asked, delighted.
    “A goddess out of the sea,” he said. “Damned lucky I was here to see it. Especially that little show you put on getting your pants on.”
    Her eyes widened and she giggled again, blushing deeply. They sat together again, shoulders touching this time, and drank their beer, looking at the sea through their sunglasses, and enjoying each other’s company. Mickey lit another cigarette and passed it to Sandy, and then lit a cigar.
    “I’m trying my best, Sandy,” he said.
    “I know,” she said softly.
    “It’s not fun, you being mad at me.”
    “Not either way, Mick, but it happens.” She shrugged and tipped her beer up, the muscles in her throat working as she swallowed.
    “I love you,” he said.
    “You’ve got a funny way of showing it, sometimes.”
    “I know.”
    One corner of her mouth turned up in a little smile. “Didn’t say I don’t like it,” she said. “A girl can’t complain too much, her husband banging her every time she turns around, even when she’s being a bitch.”
    “Can’t keep my hands off a lovely cunt like you,” he said, grinning a little.
    “That’s nasty,” she said. “I kind of like it, though.”
    “The hands part, or calling you...?”
    “Both,” she said. “I’ll be your cunt, Mick. I don’t mind.”
    “You don’t mind?”
    “Told you I liked it,” she said.
    They finished their beers. Mickey dumped the ice and stowed the empties and the cigarette butts in the cooler. Sandy got up and dusted her butt, but she’d been wet when she sat down and was covered in sand.
    “You’re all sandy, Sandy,” Mickey said, which was what their daughter always said when it happened.
    She patted the front of her shorts and said, “Not where it counts, hot shot.”
    They laughed together and held hands, walking back to the truck. Mickey remembered the towel he’d brought for lunch the day before and found it behind the seat. Sandy’s bathing suit was rolled up in it. She gave him a look.
    “I forgot,” he said, and it sounded weak.
    “Sure you did.” She sighed. “I guess I’m lucky you didn’t strip me down again.”
    “The nice policeman might have enjoyed it,” he said.
    “Or busted me for indecent exposure.” She ran the towel over her arms and legs and scrubbed her hair with it.
    “The bikini is dry,” Mickey said, getting into the truck. “You could change.”
    “This is my back yard suit,” Sandy said. “It’s too small to wear in public.”
    “I don’t mind,” he said. “I kind of like seeing most of you.”
    It was fun to watch her trying to hide over in the dunes, peeking out when cars came by, scrambling to get her pants off when they went on.