"Can you dry this while I change?" She handed Beth her black lace, thin, nothing-to-hide bra.  She wet the bar towel Sam had given her, and took the sweat shirt from Beth. She slipped into the stall, but left the door open with her back to Beth.<br/><br/>The sweater came up and over her head. Her dahlia and sunflower tattoos gleamed brightly on her ivory skin as they cascaded around her curves. She carefully washed her skin, one inch at a time.