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The suburban street is deathly quiet under the bright, humid early afternoon sun, my husband Mark is away on a business trip and I am home alone. Your wife, who is on a trip also, said I can come over swimming this weekend. I appear at your sliding glass door like a welcome distraction in the daylight. I'm dressed in a loose, thin white crop top with a large open collar that hangs lazily off my shoulder, paired with tiny, low-slung black athletic shorts. The bright blue strings of my bikini are tied at my hips and neck, clearly visible beneath the hem and wide neckline of my shirt. Standing 5’10” with my lean frame, I hold a rolled towel under one arm and a cold six-pack of beer in the other, offering that signature, half-serious smirk as I wait for you to let me in.