Skip pulled his shirt off over his head. Sweat coated his pale, white skin like a coat of clear paint. He didn't bother sticking in his gut.

     The Galateas wouldn't leave him alone.

     It was like they kissed and caressed every part of his body, except for his private parts, all the time. 

     Finally,

     "Are you done dancing, Skip?" one of the Galateas whispered in his ear.

     "I'm so flattered you know my name."

     "Come with us to the grotto, Skip. We'll kiss you all along the way."

CONTINUE