They dragged the women away.

  The new bikinis were stained dark with dirt and ground cover vegetation. 

  From a place of depression and lack of self confidence the men had decided to be different.  And to be different from beaten down and runned over, bulldozed by surveillance and computers thinking for them, they'd processed the situation, and surmounted downtrodden by getting strong. 

  Without permission they started to re-claim theirs.  Most of the women were shocked.  One had the wherewithall to be a sort of spokesperson in the fluid situation.  "I see y'all have regressed to Neanderthal stage in your process Tom." The man grunted and pulled harder.  "You're giving me a wedgie." He sweatily re-gripped ankles and looked like a man pulling a plow.  She stayed rigid.  

  "In sickness and health.  And whatever this is," another woman called out.  Her breasts exposed to the dirt as she was face down in the pull and her bikini top was up under her armpits.  "Not sure this is what I had in mind for girl's day at the lake." 

  Other couples worked their ways from awkward capture into holding hands and becoming "one" in stealth.  Most worked silently to retrieve stashed survival kits and make way back to "real life".  Never again to be as simple as childhood had seemed to cared for children.  

  Decisions had been made between couples that made a casual goodbye impossible.  In a parking area a partnerless man asked to and took a few photographs.  "I can't unsee this and that." He had already explained, first exposure to therapy in a group setting.  "But this is how I'll think of us!" Weary smiles and Org tees.