Lips 84

This is the story of Patricia, - a model - and her story begins like this: A cool breeze cut shyly through the hot midmorning overcast of Los Angeles smog and gently bristled through the bamboo curtain shading the half-open window of the shabby beach cottage. The girl sprawled lazily on her stomach over the bedcovers absently sipping away at a mug of lukewarm coffee and puffing at the short butt of the filtered cigarette. She stared through the bamboo slits with mild disinterest, observing the passing scene of summer people, brightly clad in scant bikinis and straw bonnets, making their way to the sandy beach, a few blocks down the street. Already the hot sun had warmed the asphalt to such a degree that they delicately quickened their steps and rapidly made their way down to the soft sand in brisk paces.