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Her breasts were full and round and soft, and the sight of them in the mirror drew my eyes immediately. Christy’s too, if I had to guess. They swung gently as Mom leaned forward for a closer look at her face in the mirror.

“Morning,” Dad said as we approached. He looked at his watch. “Cutting it a bit close, aren’t you?”

“Something came up,” I deadpanned. “We had to take care of it.”

Christy reacted as if I’d goosed her.

“I’ll bet,” Dad chuckled. “Still, get a move on.”

He turned back to the mirror and used the ends of his towel to wipe his freshly shaved face.

“Ready to do this?” I asked Christy quietly.

She took a deep breath and nodded. She set her towel and toiletry bag on

an empty sink. She’d insisted on wearing my button-down, and her fingers fumbled with it.

“There’s a trick to a man’s shirt,” Mom said. She smiled reassuringly.

“I can do this,” Christy told herself, and she wasn’t talking about the buttons.

I watched her in the mirror and then saw the clubhouse door swing open behind us.

Erin blew in, and I immediately grew suspicious at her timing.

“I know,” Erin said. “Sorry I’m late. I’ll get a move on.” She flung her things on the sink next to us and pulled off her T-shirt.

Christy watched out of the corner of her eye and seemed surprised by Erin’s complete lack of modesty, although it wasn’t really “modesty” at all.

Erin was simply unselfconscious and comfortable with her own body. Christy silently balked at the idea of joining her.

“You can do this,” I told her.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she squared her shoulders and gazed at herself in the mirror. Then she took off the shirt and deliberately let it fall to the floor. My parents and Erin turned to look, but none of them stared. I could feel Christy’s tension and anxiety, but they slowly dissipated when no one made a big deal about her nudity.

“And don’t you forget it,” she whispered back.

My parents finished and said they were heading back to their room to get dressed.

“Don’t dawdle,” Mom told us.

Dad tapped his watch and glanced at me. “Wheels up in thirty minutes.”

They waved and left without a backward glance.

“You all wanna use the same shower?” Erin said to Christy and me.

“We’ll get more hot water that way. You remember how pathetic it is when several people shower at once.”

I started to mention that Susan had upgraded the system during the previous off-season.