The Sun Worshipper

Victor climbed out of his sun bed and walked over to the mirror. He looked himself up and down and smiled. He was perfectly bronzed from his little toe up to his sun flecked exquisitely moulded hairstyle. He then struck a pose imitating a pistol from his hand and pretended to shoot at himself.

“Pow” Victor exclaimed.

This was followed by blowing some imaginary smoke from the top of his finger. He was looking good and feeling great. A sun bed a day kept the doctor away was his mantra.