She had a week and a half of permission, and had decided to go to the East Coast of the USA, where she had rarely been. Unfortunately, Lindia, now her legal sister, didn’t have any permission, so she was here on her own. She had a room in a hotel near the beach; it was tiny, but clean and neat, and it suited Laure.
Now, the girl was enjoying the warm mid-afternoon sun, allowing its rays to golden her body. Her dark red bikini with the elaborate, elegant cream-white patterns was glowing in the light. She was resting with her head half-inclined, eyes closed and her large sunglasses low on her pointed nose, casting golden-brown shadows on her skin. Her honey-blonde hair was open and lying around her, on her neck and shoulders like a silky coroll and her rosy-red mouth was half open in her light slumber. One of her hands was resting on her flat belly, her index just at the edge of her navel, while the other one was behind her neck.
She may look vulnerable, but her sleep was not total. Laure had wrapped her gladius in another towel and put it in her vanilla-colored bag, along with her sandals, her linen shirt and her short skirt.