Olivia
"That was great. He's not attracted to you at all!" Bessie announces with glee when the lifeguards get me to shore and drop me on the rocky beach. I gasp for breath under the weight of the wet modesty suit.
Vern is dropped on to the beach next to me, but he's a billionaire, so he's whisked away by butlers and other kinds of staff. I've got Bessie and Rosalind.
"I thought you were a goner," Rosalind says.
"I've never seen anything like it," Bessie says. "Dueling snorkels, masks flying in the air. It was like a movie. Like Jaws."
"I must have drunk a gallon of seawater," I gasp. "I think I drank that damned starfish that Vern was scared of."
They help me up and take me back to the dressing room, where I throw away the swimsuit and get back into my clothes. "We didn't even have to use the GPS tracker or the pepper spray," Bessie says. "I'd say this was a big success."