"...do something incredibly dirty to you--" Carlos said, suiting action to words. George sucked in a ragged breath and lost track of what Carlos was saying for a moment. "W-what about Rose?" she asked.

Carlos just grinned happily. "Never mind," he said. "Wasn't important."

"Oh--okay," George said. She grabbed Carlos' face in both hands and pulled him down for a long kiss full of promises, at least until a sneaker wave splashed over them. George got a faceful of seawater. She struggled upright, coughing up seawater.

"Making Rose's head explode would be rude," George said when she could talk again, now that she'd had a moment to work out what he'd said. She gave Carlos an evil smile only slightly marred by a final cough. "Even if it would be fun to make Amanda grind her teeth so loud we could hear it from here."

"It would, indeed," Carlos said. "And much as I'd love to do just that, it's about time to go in."

"Yeah..." George said reluctantly. She'd taken a real liking to swimming in the ocean. Mostly because of the company, but seawater warm enough to play in was an enjoyable novelty for a dead girl from the Pacific Northwest. Then she smiled lecherously. "But soon: siesta time!"