Perdita reclined on her lounger, gazing towards the ocean, but her inner peace teetered on the edge of collapse. A persistent man had followed her from the breakfast buffet to the beach, refusing to take the hint to leave her alone. His name was Augustus, and he strutted around in a yellow Speedo that struggled against his protruding belly. With his bald head gleaming under the sun, he boasted about having no hair anywhere on his body, punctuating the claim with an exaggerated eyebrow ...