Reed took us to the main house to look around before swimming. My suit was an old ratty one-piece that I'd found at a thrift store. I know that seems trashy, but when you don't have money and the swimming suit cost two dollars, you get over the whole ick factor and wash it thoroughly before wearing. I didn't feel comfortable wearing it in front of Reed and just stayed in my shorts, but exchanged my sweaty t-shirt for a tank. I owned exactly two bras and one was deep in the dirty clothes basket, so I had to keep my sweaty one on.
We followed Reed through his house. It was huge, much bigger than I thought. There was a workout room, game room complete with pool table, and a separate theater room with the biggest television I'd ever seen. Individual plush chairs faced the TV so you could watc
