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it.
    With a casual shrug and a wicked smirk, she said,
"Well, that explains so much. You're sexually deprived. How long had it
been before the tat? You know, sexual frustration can make you do some very
foolish things. Oh, and I need to make sure to get Deb a really good BOB for
her shower gift. If you're not taking care of business she definitely needs a
battery operated boyfriend. There is no way I could go three weeks without
rubbin' one out. I'm more of an everyday sort of girl."
    Leaving him standing there with his mouth hanging open, Gia
strolled down to the water. She lifted one arm, pushing her hat further down on
her head and added an extra little swing to her hips as she walked. Being hard
up definitely explained the hard on a few weeks ago. Not to mention all the
flirting he'd been doing. She figured the extra wiggle might be just exactly
what he needed.
    As she waded out into the water she grinned, thinking of the
fireworks about to start when Deb caught sight of the tattoo. When she heard
splashing behind her she turned, just in time to see Josh diving at her in a
full body tackle.

* * * *
    As she came up sputtering, her hair hanging in wet strands
sticking to her face, Josh felt infinitely better. He'd already been aroused
just by the sight of her in a bikini. Her taunting and his little description
of sex had made him hard as a damn fence post. A situation that was made worse
by the visual he'd had of her 'rubbin' one out'. Since he knew there was no
real way to hide the evidence of his desire, getting into the water as quickly
as possible had seemed like a great idea. Taking her down a peg in the process
had been even better.
    "Josh, damn you! Now I have sunscreen running into my
eyes. And where's my hat?" She yelled all this as she frantically wiped
beneath her eyes, trying to stop her makeup from running.
    Grinning from ear to ear, Josh scooped up her very wet hat,
still full of water, and plopped it unceremoniously onto her head. "There
you go, sweetheart, is that what you wanted?"
    The splashing had drawn the attention of their friends, and
the yelling had only made it worse. It finally occurred to Josh that they had
an audience.
    This was confirmed when Deb squealed, "Georgia Ann
McClellan, what on earth did you do to my fiancé?"
    In his rush to get into the water, Josh had actually
forgotten about the tattoo. He'd stripped off his shirt, throwing it in the
sand while he ran. Now he looked at Deb, seeing the absolute horror in her
eyes.
    "Now Deb, she didn't..." Josh began only to be
interrupted by Georgia.
    "Nothing he didn't want me to."
    "What are you talking about? There is no way that he
would decide to get a tattoo at thirty years old, right before our wedding. He
is just not that type. He's a lawyer, for heaven's sake. Did you get him drunk?
Was this some sort of bet with you and he lost? You two have been griping at
each other for years. I know you did this, Gia. I recognize your handiwork when
I see it."
    Gia opened her mouth to answer but Deb cut her off, continuing
her rant before Gia could get a word in. "Don't you even try to deny that
you did this."
    "I wasn't going to deny anything. I was simply going to
say thank you. But this wasn't a bet, sweetie. Josh came into my shop, asked
for a tattoo, and persisted when I called the bullshit card. After a half hour
of convincing me, I finally agreed to do it. That was almost three weeks ago.
So, instead of bitching at me, why don't you have a chat with your man."
    With an evil little grin and a small finger wave at Josh,
Gia headed over to talk to Kelly and Scott who had been silently watching the
little scene unfold. Sucking in a deep breath, Josh turned to face a now
furious Deborah.
    "I can explain." Josh said as Deborah walked
closer to him.
    "I'm listening."
    Josh searched his brain, trying to find anything that would
make sense to her, trying to find words to explain what he was feeling, without
hurting her feelings. He had nothing. "Okay, I