A friend had persuaded her to accept the loan of a swimsuit, and Laine studied the two tiny pieces. She slipped on what had been described as a modified bikini. The silvery blue was flattering, highlighting her subtle curves, but no amount of adjustment could result in a more substantial coverage. There was definitely too much of her and too little suit.
“Silly,” Laine muttered and adjusted the halter strings a last time.
“Women wear these things all the time, and I’ve hardly the shape for drawing attention.”
Skinny. With a grimace, she recalled Miri’s judgment.
Laine gave the top a last, hopeless tug.
I don’t think all the fish in the Pacific are going to change this inadequacy.
Laine gave the top a last, hopeless tug.
I don’t think all the fish in the Pacific are going to change this inadequacy.
Island of flowers
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The Most Memorable Swimsuits Ever
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"What?" Distracted, he pulled
himself back.
She was wearing two thin strips as an excuse for a bathing suit.
The water, and perhaps a trick of the light, made them glimmer against her
skin. A great deal of skin.
Loving Jack