Susan McKay
/Sandy Sue
Down among the sand dunes SUSAN McKAY found time to lie in the sun. It was a pity she'd left her bikini on the coach, for although you can brown some of yourself in a light dress, you can't cover the same amount of area as you can in a bikini. Especially the itsy-bitsy kind.
Nonetheless (as they say in those slightly archaic novels) Susan looks very attractive in a light dress and those frilly garters are just as likely to turn a head as a bikini.
"Hey, you're looking"
Yes, well - well, as a matter of fact - well, we wondered if you'd seen our dog.
"Did it have shaggy hair, just like you? And floppy ears, also like you?"
Well, no.
"Then go away or I'll call my bloodhound to bite you."
You can't mean that. Couldn't we take just one picture of you while we're here? You look divine. Smashing in fact. "Oh, you and your big blue eyes. Just half-a-dozen, then." Could we make it one over the eight?
"You've already had that I can tell from the empty bottles."