It's the first week of summer 1989, the summer I turn 15. I can't believe how great the weather is, warm, but not too hot. First thing in the morning, I go downstairs to the kitchen in just my two-piece. It's bright blue and even though it's not a bikini, it's not one of those old lady two-piecers either. It ties on either side of my hips and the top ties behind my neck and just below my shoulders. I tie the knots loose. I grab a glass of juice and head straight for the deck. My bottle of baby oil...
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