“Do you want to borrow one of my suits?” She poured cream, the white fluid turning the dark liquid a smooth tan-almost the color of her skin. “I noticed yours was still in the sink. I hung it, but I don’t think it’s dry yet.”

“Oh!” I flushed. “I forgot it. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay.” She glanced over at Doc and gave him a smile. “Come on upstairs. I’ll get you one of mine. Will you take the kids out when they’re ready, babe?”

Doc leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “Will do.”

I put my half-eaten banana on the table, following Mrs. B upstairs. I felt Doc’s eyes on us as we left the room, Mrs. B in her micro-bikini and me in my boy shorts and t-shirt.

“What color do you want?” She tossed suits out of her drawer. I stared at the selection piling up on the bed. She sat on the edge, sifting through them. “Oh, here’s a good one. It’s adjustable. Don’t want you falling out.” She winked at me, holding it up. It was a light orange color and to me it looked awfully small.

“Let’s try it on.” She tossed it to me. I turned my back, even though I knew she could see me in the mirror, and pulled off my shirt. The cups were large for me, of course-she was probably twice my size in that department-but it tied up top and in back, closing the gap.

“Here.” She watched me struggle with the ties. “Let me.” Her fingers moved lightly down my shoulder blades as she tied the strings in back. I held my long dark hair up and out of her way while she tied the ones around my neck.

“Not bad.” She cocked her head and looked at me in the mirror. “What do you think?”

I turned a little, staring at my reflection. “I like it.”

“Well, let’s try the bottoms.” She held them up.