Then The Tide Came In
Everything was lovely and sunny and calm. LILI REUTER was lovely and sunny and calm herself.
Then the tide came in. Fast and sneaky.
Talk about wet. Dress, stockings and legs. Lili muttered French words she never realised she knew, especially as she's a Bavarian. Still, it was a French tide somewhere near St. Malo and it made her so wet that Lili sat resignedly down in it. She turned into a lovely young soak, like. Wet all over she was in the end. French blokes ventured near, asking her if she needed a towel, and Lili threw wet sand at them.
Larky it was.