I'd been dating Patricia for a few months, when she suddenly got the apparently intense urge to go to the beach, a proper ocean beach.
We lived a ten hour drive from the nearest one.
So, we pooled our spare cash and booked a weekend trip.
It was going well until a few hours into our first day on the beach when she staggered out of the water saying she'd been stung by a jellyfish and begging for me to pee on her. I explained this was a myth.
That night in the hotel bathroom I finally understood her plan.
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