“Baby, do you know how many men are watching you right now? I’m not saying it’s not fine, but your ass is as bare as a full moon.” I roll my eyes. “It’s called a thong, Boz. You’re either from the dark ages or the bikini police. How old are you, anyway, grandpa?” The tie to my bikini top tightens further. “They’re watching you. Or, I should say, they’re watching your ass.”
