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You’re smoking hot, babe.”
    “Not really,” murmured Erin. “But at least I’ve got my health.”
    This elicited an amused chuckle from her friend. The joke was an old one, but they never grew tired of repeating it.
    She checked Sophie’s attire, and did a double take. Soph had opted for a bikini top that did little to conceal her God-given assets, which were ample and now practically spilling out of the cups.
    “Um. Don’t you think you should tone it down a little?” she suggested.
    Sophie planted her hands on her wide hips. “Tone it down? We’re here to flaunt it, honey, not to hide it, remember?”
    She shook her massive boobs to emphasize this statement. “If you’ve got it, you better show it.”
    Erin chuckled. “Did you give those guys a good show?”
    “Hell, no! I changed in your room. Those idiots will have to wait a long time before they catch me nekkid. In fact, if I see them ogling me again, I’m filing a complaint with management. I didn’t come here to be the sex object of a couple of meatheads. Only real men get to check out the goods.” She checked out her friend. “You ready to go down to the pool? You don’t look ready.”
    “Be just a minute. Just have to fetch my bathing suit and I’ll be ready.”
    “Bathing suit? You don’t plan on wearing a bathing suit, do you? This is the twenty-first century, baby. Besides, with your figure, you better show off your assets, not hide them.”
    Erin, who had no intention of showing off anything, picked out the bathing suit she’d bought especially for this trip. A nice metallic green, it accentuated her eyes. Or so the saleslady had her believe.
    Five minutes later, both friends were making their way down in the elevator, excited to start their vacation.
    Two weeks of sun, surf and sand, that was all they needed to forget all about dreary old Belgium and its inhospitable climate.

Chapter 8

    “I don’t think there’s a spot that’s not taken,” grumbled Sophie.
    They’d gone round the pool three times now, and hadn’t found a single lounge chair available.
    “You know what? Why don’t we come back later,” suggested Erin. “I don’t really feel like staying out here too long anyway.” The prospect of spending the whole day stretched out by the pool had suddenly lost a lot of its appeal now that they were subjected to dozens of eyes checking them out.
    She’d always been the shy kid when going on school swimming lessons, not feeling comfortable in her bathing suit, and she had the distinct impression there were definitely more men than women present, the men seemingly drawn to them like moths to a flame. She didn’t have any illusions about who it was they were actually interested in. Sophie with her rhythmically bouncing boobs was a walking sex goddess. But still, even the peripheral attention they were granting her had her yearn for the peace and quiet of her hotel room all of a sudden.
    She’d totally forgotten what it was like to walk around practically naked in front of a group of strange men.
    “No way. I’m finding us pool chairs if it’s the last thing I do. Look, honey,” she pointed out reasonably, “we paid for this hotel, so we better get the service we deserve.”
    Swallowing away a growing lump in her throat, and trying to avoid her tendency to slump her shoulders and hide her boobs, she braved the leering masses, and followed Sophie for yet another round of chair-hunting.
    And it was as they were concluding their fourth run around the pool, that she became aware of a familiar face amongst the throng. Squinting against the sunlight, she nudged Sophie. “Isn’t that…”
    But Sophie was too busy searching a place to lay their weary heads to pay attention.
    The man—she didn’t know his name—hadn’t seen her yet. This time he hadn’t brought his dog along—hotel policy probably forbade animals on the premises—but apart from that he looked exactly the same as before. She thought he was even