Unless his swim trunks are flesh colored…

“OK, Honey,” he says to his gal, now resplendent in her two piece, having removed her spf45 cover-up…  Are we to believe that yesterday’s “drifting lazily” is code for… oh, perish the thought!

Brackish waters, huh?  That sounds ominous…  No buddy system here as Mark heads off into the murky depths of the well-traveled shipping lane…