‘No entry’ says the traffic sign in front of the rose of flesh, hidden by fabric. The woman on the beach coos and groans; the collected men watch, frustrated. No sex. Swimming trunks swell and adrenaline flows copiously. Alas, nothing is left for the rugged men in their diving masks but restless, macho behaviour.
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