080: liberation

She didn't seem to mind when the waves stole away the top to her bathing suit. Normally, this would cause a panic, but the only other swimmers for miles were two young men busy enjoying each other's company. With no leering eyes upon her, the nymph smiled at the far-off lovers, and dove beneath the surface, intent on this strange feeling of exhilaration. Being alone in the open water like this, not having to cater to prudish sensibilities or primal desires, the swimmer barely noticed the floating top, drifting father out to sea.

All she could do was laugh...