Chick and Vinnie turned over on their backs and began floating.  Both boys started singing, “pickles on the table, pickles on the table.”  The boys had shed their suits and were brazenly displaying their privates.

    Danni looked, turned away, and began swimming toward the shore.  “You guys are disgusting!” she yelled back at them.

    When the boys returned to the top of the cliff, Danni was sitting, wrapped in a towel, eating her lunch.  Chick and Vinnie, once again decent, approached. 

    “Sorry, Danni,” Vinnie muttered, “we were just fooling around.  We shouldn’t have done that.”

    “No, problem, a couple of shriveled-up gherkins don’t bother me.”