I'll be honest, I still frequent the beautiful secluded beaches south of Sydney.
I don't like the idea of being preyed upon and taken advantage of by strangers. But the aphrodisiac-induced sex is fantastic, far better than any I could have otherwise. So I keep going back.
But perhaps you haven't heard about the "predators" and the "frequent" "assaults" that've been happening around here. I can't say I blame you if you don't read the papers. Or watch the more sensationalist late-night current affairs programs.
Or more likely you're the kind of perverts that can't get enough of the first-hand accounts of the "victims".
Can't say I blame you there either.
Okay here's what happened. Back in October I was at Garey Beach. It was a bit of a trek in from the car park, but I was pleasantly surprised that no-one else seemed to be around. After a bit of a swim, it was time for some sunbathing. Of course I was going for an even tan, and there was no-one around, so I unhooked my bikini top and dropped it on my towel. In the distance I heard a strange horn or klaxon, but I thought nothing of it. I slid my bikini bottoms over my hips and stepped out of them when they were around my ankles.
As I lay down I noticed a man appear maybe half a mile away down the beach. He couldn't cause any trouble from that distance, I thought, and carried on as planned.