Lucinda

She is doing a stretch, one knee up on the bench, other on the ground, leaning forward, extending her leg behind her. She looks at her knee like it’s in pain, but really, the position is to show off her ass, the butt-hugging blue-and-green-and-white fabric stretched taut and shiny, tight up in her crack.

Vera

“I don’t understand,” I said, looking at Vera’s swimsuit, trying not to stare at the large swell of her chest, the shape of her nipples clearly defined as they poked through the thin material. “How is this an improvement, exactly? And what is that hole for?”