David just sat and stared. This made even less sense than he expected, not that had any clue what to expect in the first place. Pete Meyers had just stripped naked and laid face down on a beach towel. And how did he fit all that stuff in a briefcase? He sat and watched longer, hoping to make some sense of what was going on.
But nothing much happened. The morning moved on, and Pete stayed on his stomach. David cranked up the car's A/C as the sun rose a bit higher. Was this Pete's job now? Just laying on the beach? He looked at his father, still vigilantly surveying the water. As she scanned, she stopped to look at Pete. Her permanent smile suddenly gained a look of concern, and she climbed off the tower, making sure to grab the pink first-aid kit that was strapped to the frame.
David slowly got out of the car and kicked off his shoes, and quietly followed behind Barbie, who was tiptoeing across the sand. She stopped beside Pete, and David stood a few paces back.
"Heya, Pete!" she greeted. Pete stirred, then grumbled and sat up. Apparently he had fallen asleep.
"Gosh, what's up Barbie?" He asked groggily.
"Well, like, I wouldn't want you to get behind on you sunscreen application. We've got a lot of work to do!"
"You're right! I must've dozed off for a minute there. Good thing the boss isn't in!" He chuckled. Barbie giggled along and pulled some sunscreen from the first-aid kit.
"Want some help?" she asked.
"Sure!" he replied in a nonchalantly.
The white goop spurted onto Barbie's hands and she knelt beside Pete. She started working the sunscreen in, first at his neck and shoulders, then working her way down, stopping only to squeeze out more of the creamy sunblock.
David watched in awe as Barbie worked her hands all the way down Pete's body as he just sat there. Watching his father's new form doing that was... well, it was hot. It would be even hotter if Pete were a little more like Barbie... like Barbie...
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