Penny would have never imagined what it was to be on a beach. Ludwig took her on a secluded beach in the south of France. The lovely beach located on the French Riviera was an exclusive little cove not much frequented by the locals. And that is what Ludwig wanted—complete privacy. In fact he had rented all the lodges and little villas over there for the next few days so that no one could get the bookings done during the time he spent with his wife, so that no one else sees his skimpily clad little mortal other than him. He had bought a large number of bikinis and beachwear for her, each more ludicrous and skimpier than the first.
When they reached the villa they were staying at, Penny wondered as to where that extra large suitcase had come from. She was aghast at the sheer number of bikinis it had. “Why do I need so many of these?” she asked as she pressed her hand to her chest.&nbs
