I hurried to the tent meant for the extras, Jimmy trailing a step behind me. My look of determination made the paddle boarding twins step aside and watch as I stepped up to the rack of bikinis. I picked out a bright neon green two-piece – pretty skimpy, but not as skimpy as the butt floss I pulled off the rack the day before.
Behind the dressing screens, I pulled on the swimsuit. With no mirrors in the tent, I couldn't really tell how it fit. The top with its thin elastic straps seemed to hold my chest up OK, and the bottom, while not entirely covering my butt, concealed it enough. I asked one of the twins to take a picture of me with her phone so I could see the result.
When she turned her phone to face me, I could see I didn't look bad. The suit accentuated my bust enough that the tr
