The lucky thing was, she didn’t even have to go out and buy a whole bunch of expensive equipment for this thing. She just had to dig through some of her old stuff, packed away since college. But she had the suit, and the board she ‘borrowed’ from her cousin, and never really got around to returning.

Surfing had just been something that caught her eye… or well, to be honest it had been a couple of the well toned young men. Luce smiles at remembering those college days. Well, she may have forgotten most of the skills it takes to work a board.

But it seems that she never really forgot the skills it takes to work a surfer. Luce shimmies into the wet suit, a little snug, her curves have since filled out. But it still fits. She zips it up with deft hands, but the zipper gets caught on something.

Luce smirks. “Hey, Mick, can you come help me with this?” The string on her bikini top is snagged right under the metal part of the zipper.

It was the end of a long, depressing afternoon.

She needed to find someplace to drink. One night to crawl away and lick her wounded pride in peace. Not really paying attention to where she was driving herself, she blinked and saw the beach.

Well it wasn’t exactly like drowning her sorrows away, but she always did like to swim. Luce pulls over and pops her trunk, it makes sense to leave a spare bikini in the car when you live on the California coast. She grabs the stringy black suit and eyes the beach for a place to change.

This place is nicely off the tourist radar, but then again, it’s more of a rocky terrain than a sandy beach. Which works better for Luce. There’s an overhang a little way down where she stops and begins to change into her suit.

As a cop, she almost feels the need to write herself up for public indecency. But she laughs instead.

The smell of chocolate is tempting to nearly every woman. And Lucinda was no exception in this. She inhales deeply, enjoying the rich flavor that can almost be tasted in the very air.

She’s got a little booth by the window, and is already nursing one steaming hot coffee as she wait patiently for her guest to arrive. Lucinda doesn’t even need to look at the clock to tell her when the fifteen minutes are nearing their end. She sees a busy blur of blond hair rushing down the sidewalk and smiles to herself.