Grace spent the entire day at the beach with her boyfriend, Carl. In fact, in a secluded clearing, surround by the privacy of lupins, they had sex. They had sex. They had sex. Then they had a sandwich and a soda. Then they had sex. They had sex. They had sex. All day.
That evening, Grace’s bottom was so sunburnt that she had to ask her mother to apply some medicinal ointment to her back and bum.
Grace’s mother was furious. “How come you’ve got a sunburnt bottom?” she raged. “No need to tell me. You seem to be growing into a slut.”
That same evening, Carl’s bottom was so sunburnt that he had to ask his father to apply some medicinal ointment to his back and bum.
Carl’s father laughed. “How come you’ve got a sunburnt bottom?” he said. “No need to tell me. You seem to be growing into a stud.”