<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83314.msg3699890#msg3699890">Quote from: ugadawgsstacy on 29-09-2010, 16:05:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Stacy entered her room and quickly began to change.  She was so excited about meeting  this new guy.  The problem was, she didn't know which bathing suit to wear.  She tried them all on, but found flaws with all of them.  Should she go with something that seemed more proper - not showing too much of herself.  What would Christina wear?  What would Michael wear?  Or. should she go with one that she liked to go tanning in - very small with thin strings across the hips, tying around the back of her neck?  Should she wear her hair up, or down?  Would it get wet?  What would be best if it did get wet?  She needed more time, but she didn't have any.  <br/><br/>She had to change her ways - she was in a new place and remembered the Jimmy Buffet song - changes in latitude, change in attitude.  It applied here as she decided on the smallest bikini she had.  She even decided not to wear a cover up.  As she left her room, it had bathing suits all over the floor as she hurried out.   <br/><br/>Wearing a small, pink Brazilian bikini with very little coverage on the bottoms, small thin strings across the hips and a single tie for the top, she walked back down towards the pool, a bathing suit for Michael in hand.<br/><br/>(To the Pool)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Stacy walked out onto the pool deck, blushing.  Maybe this was a bad idea, she thought, but she had already made her appearance.  She hoped the skimpy bikini didn't give off the wrong impression.  "I'm back," she giggled as she approached them.