Krissy

But it doesn’t come, and when I look up to see why not, my breath catches. Dan’s mom -- Krissy -- tugs on the white ribbons holding her wrap together, and no longer bound, it slips off her, falls to the cushion below. But it’s not the wrap I’m looking at, it’s Krissy herself, now clothed in nothing more than a string bikini.

Bella and Sally

A man was swimming in the pool, bright red trunks around big legs, kicking laps with a powerful stroke. The girls exchanged another glance. Sally started, “Are you thinking--” “--what I’m thinking?” Bella finished. They stood up, leaned over the balcony, and peered down. The man was still swimming laps, oblivious to the girls and their intentions.