I’d added a bit of sparkle to the water, and softened the background a bit. It was my favorite.“Oh, my! That’s really us? I look pretty good in ...that shot. You could post that at the supermarket; no one would recognize either of us.”I flipped through several more shots. I stopped a one where Barbara was standing on one foot, her other leg raised a bit. She was hugging Marion, and Marion had two fingers inserted into her vagina. Barbara had a look of ecstasy on her face.“Oh, dear! Look at my. What she was about to find out was that I had concealed over the years the dormant fantasy of candaulism. Angie spent a good hour laying on her back before she got the nerve to take her top off.She eventually got hot and mentioned that she was going in for a dip to cool off. I wondered if the top would be reapplied. Surprise! Angie stood up, looked around, and confidently walked into the ocean. She had never before swam topless as both her mother and God gave her a generous portion of breasts. "If you don't have the authority to make the call on this case, then please call Mr. Pearson, your hospital administrator. We really do need to get this resolved now." I can't just move an old Indian from a ward to a room," Lidia protested. Her whining tone was like fingernails on chalkboard. "I can't call Mr. Pearson either," Lidia explained. "He's already left for the day," she said, clearly thinking the matter closed.Ben closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had seen Seth use this. Well, not so quick ... it was both very enjoyable and rather necessary. Not to mention much quicker and easier than a sponge-down in a cabin at sea. So good, too, to have fresh milk for us to have with our muesli, so much easier as well to have the space and equipment that enabled us to have different breakfasts. One thing that did carry over from our habits at sea was nudity, though we had terry robes in case of callers; no problem with callers at sea. Oh ... and towels scattered around to put.