Four men on the beach, three blondes on the island.

The three blondes were on tropical beaches, and they were all in the same shape, and they were in the middle of the day, and they were wearing thin faking beams, walking barefoot on the sand, walking side by side with the rocks off the coast, and when the night came, the three were sitting by the fire, one was too close, and the third person was whispering around her waist, and the third person suddenly held his hand, and his eyes were swung in the flames, pulling closer and closer and closer, and breathing was helping not to take the last step of the ocean wave to cover their heart.