The beach, too damn early, Demitri and Kris.
Spray was drifting in on the wind so it looked like the beach was being swept by clouds of patchy fog. It was light but the sun wasn't up yet. Kris shivered as he rolled his wet suit up his legs and looked apprehensively at the waves. They were big. But Demitri assured him that it was time for him to try.
He looked down at the gooseflesh on his chest and arms and winced as he tried to get the crotch of the suit in the right place.
"Remind me why we're doing this agai ...?" he said turning his head and yet again forgot to finish his sentence. Demitri in Speedos was a spectacular sight.