"The sun beat down upon our glistening forms. Droplets of pure salt flowing, gleaming, gliding in little runs of moisture down our nearly naked bodies. The dead sea sparking a salty paradise framed our every effort adding to the perfect setting, warm hands caressed my back kneading in layer upon layer of warm chocolatey mud into the pores, the sun baking the mud on my torso into a luscious goo pudding. I squinted over the sparkling expanse in a moment of pure ec...