It was a hot afternoon in the city. The girl and her dog decided to get out of town and head over the hill to the place known as Half Moon Bay. Jay would meet them there later after his business at the skate park. With only a sweater, sunglasses, lipstick and a leash, the two vagabonds hit the highway and made it to the water in 30 minutes flat. Good timing, she thought. Someday she might live here, but for now, a visit would do. Checking out the scene, all looked fairly quiet. The dog did his own surveying out the window. After some time on the wet sand, they both looked at each other and said, Let's go. The phone rang. It was the man calling. He said he was on his way to the brewery - would we meet him there? Sure, sure, we'd be delighted. A stout for the man, a summer ale for the lady, a bite of hamburger for the dog. As the sun set into the Pacific Ocean, the night became black and sweet dreams were not far behind.
