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lengths, glad that she hadn’t overindulged at
the meal. The others paddled around, doing more chatting than
swimming, she noted. Gaëlle had a chance to examine them. Barbara’s
boobs had clearly had assistance to be the size they were. Nathalie
was quite a contrast. Her breasts would not have looked out of
place on an adolescent. Odile’s body showed signs of having had
children, with stretch marks around the nipples as well as on her
stomach.
    “I need
bubbles!” Barbara announced after a while. “I’ll see you up in the
bar. Give me twenty minutes to give it a chance to chill.”
    She disappeared
up the spiral staircase, not bothering to dress. The others swam
and paddled and chatted. When Odile looked at the clock and
declared that Barbara had had long enough, the trio climbed out of
the pool and went to dry themselves. In her cubicle, Gaëlle peeled
off her sodden knickers. Even wrung out, they weren’t wearable.
She’d have to do without. She put her dress on and left the
cubicle, just in time to meet Nathalie, who was wearing only a
towel round her waist.
    “I’ll get
dressed after the champagne,” she explained, seeing Gaëlle’s
quizzical expression.
    “I don’t think
my knickers will be dry even then,” Gaëlle said. “Perhaps I should
have worn a longer dress.”
    “With legs like
yours? Never! By the way, before we go up to the bar, there’s
something you should know. It’s probable that you’ll notice
something different about Barbara, but we aren’t supposed to
comment on it, okay?”
    “Different?
How?”
    “You’ll see.
Come on.”
    The bar was up
two flights. Gaëlle’s mind was working hard as she walked up the
stairs. If she’d been at home, she would have been muttering aloud.
She’d been so used to sharing everything with Jérôme, that she was
conscious that she talked to herself quite a lot.
    I’m out of
practice at walking around without underwear, even though I did it
often enough with Jérôme, she told herself. She breathed out,
emptying her lungs to relax. But I must stop referring
everything back to him. But think, woman! What would he have wanted
to know? Well, Gaëlle, How do you feel? You have no knickers on,
and you’re walking up a spiral staircase. Two people you met only
hours ago are just behind you, with a clear view of your bare
bottom. Are you enjoying it? Be honest and admit that you are.
Without the support of Jérôme, you would never have dared to try so
many of the experiences you’ve known. What you’re doing now is your
proof to him that you’ve learned how to accept responsibility, and
to enjoy all the sexy possibilities that he opened up for
you.
    While she had
been thinking this through, they had climbed one of the flights of
stairs. Gaëlle spent the second flight wondering what Nathalie had
been hinting at regarding Barbara. Piercings, perhaps? She shook
her head. She’d find out soon enough.
    The bar was too
rococo for Gaëlle’s taste, with antiques everywhere. Nathalie and
Gaëlle were first to arrive, but Odile soon joined them, fully
dressed. Barbara was nowhere to be seen.
    “It’s good to
have one of us who looks fit, but doesn’t make a song and dance
about it.” Odile commented, looking at Gaëlle. “We usually have to
put up with Gabi telling us that we need to go to the gym
more.”
    “Gym? What an
unpleasant word,” Barbara said, coming in clutching an ice bucket
containing two champagne bottles. “Drinkies, girls! Much more
fun.”
    Now Gaëlle
could see what Nathalie had meant about Barbara, who was wearing
only a pair of skin-tight shorts. She was a sturdy woman, built
like one of Maillol’s female nudes. Gaëlle’s eyes were drawn to
Barbara’s bared breasts. Surely nipples as long as that couldn’t
be natural? They hadn’t been so prominent earlier, Gaëlle was
certain. Nathalie nudged her, and she tore her gaze away in time
for Odile to hand her a flute of champagne. Gaëlle and Nath didn’t
intend to stay