Three women stand on the sand. Three long, wind-swept manes of bleached hair. Three full, round, bottoms, six bronzed cheeks in total. Arm-in-arm-in-arm, they look out ahead. Where will they go this sunny afternoon? Who will they freeze with the sight of them? Which prude will they anger? Who's boy's life will they change? If they were to turn around, we might be changed, too, but only the sun ahead of them knows their full features...