Are you joining me?

While the other's watched, she made her way down between the rocks to where the water was slowly retreating after washing in with the rolling waves. She was safe where she was, but that's not what she was looking for. A little further out where the water raced up the beach then crashed into the rocks splashing up over them before slowly receding to repeat again a few moments later, that's where she wanted to be. She inched forward anticipating the water would be cold this early in the year, but she didn't care. She wanted to get wet, really wet. She made her way to the rock near the end and leaned against it anticipating the inevitable. It was only a few moments before she got her wish. A wave crashed against the rocks splashing all around her. Then another, by the third time she was soaked, her jeans clinging to her legs, her bulky sweater heavy and saturated with water, just like she wanted. She smiled mischievously and called to the others, "are you joining me?"