Last night me and Julee and two newfound friends drove down to an uninhabited strip of Ft. Lauderdale beach and got drunk on cheap vodka and pure, grovestand-style Florida orange juice. About twenty minutes before the brilliant sunrise, Brandon, who leaves for the Airforce in a week, used his Arab-tracking night vision eagle eyes to spot a couple fucking on a lifeguard stand. The rest of us could just make it out, but there was some very definite doggy-style silhouette humping going on. "Slap that!" I shouted. And slap it he did. Our cheerful applause of the female orgasm will forever haunt their naughty public sex urges.