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me utterly insane. I am seriously worried about what I'm going to do when it's time for him to retire."
    "I hear ya, Mom."
    "So, where has he taken you?"
    To the moon, to the stars, to heaven . "We're in France. Private jet, big yacht. The whole nine yards."
    "It sounds wonderful. You're a lucky girl." It was odd to hear my mother say something like that. Normally she would have registered at least token disapproval. Most of the time it was easy for Mom to pretend that I was as celibate as a nun. Because most of the time I was. The few times that she had to acknowledge I was screwing some guy, she did so reluctantly. It was as if her motherly duty was to at least pay lip service to the moral code she had done a half-assed job of instilling in me. But this time, with Tristan, she seemed to approve, if not actually celebrate my misbehavior.
    Was it the money? Did the thought of her daughter hooking up with a billionaire miraculously change her standards?  As soon as I had those thoughts I felt ashamed of myself. No man--no boy, really--had ever so much as considered my parents. The few times I'd brought a guy home to meet them it was as if they were doing me a favor to even be there. Frankly, even I found the guys of my generation rude.
    Now here comes Tristan, only seven or eight years older than I and he's like a knight in shining armor. No one asked him to step in and take charge. He could have easily ignored my parents' situation and I wouldn't have even noticed. But he didn't and in doing what he did may very well have saved my father's life. No wonder Mom was so infatuated with him. Who could blame her?
    Who could blame me?
     
    Four
     
    We left the dock early the next morning. Tristan explained that we'd anchor off shore and take the little rubber dingy into the beach.
    "You really don't want to stand in line for an hour waiting to get into the village," he told me. "Fortunately, it's September. I've never been here in August, but I'm told it's a real zoo. Most of Europe takes the entire month off."
    We zipped close into shore and Kwan stopped the boat Tristan jumped into the water with a waterproof bag and I followed him. He told Kwan that we'd call when we were ready to be picked up. I watched the dingy disappear quickly toward the far end of the sands .
    Paddling toward the sand at a leisurely pace, we used the waterproof bag as a float. I watched Tristan reach under the surface and wiggle himself out of his bathing suit.
    "Is there a rule…I mean about being naked?"
    "You're asking whether you're required to be in the buff?"
    "Yes."
    "I don't think there's a rule, per se. You'd just get some dirty looks--and not in a nice way. Naturists don't appreciate gawkers and that's what is assumed if a clothed person shows up on a nude beach, but mostly that applies to guys. You can certainly keep your bottoms on. Women often do, especially if they have their period."
    "I think I'll start with that." I untied my top and slung it over the floating bag.
    "Suit yourself. This isn't a test. We're here to have fun and be liberated. Just swimming naked like this feels great to me. I hate wearing a bathing suit. Especially when there's any hint of sand involved." He smiled and did a surface dive. I watched his tight ass crest the water and disappear for a moment.
    "You'd better slather on the sunscreen on that butt of yours. It's as white as snow," I said when he came up for air.
    "Oh, don't worry, th ere's plenty in the bag. And I'm looking forward to you making sure I'm well protected all over."
    Tristan was absolutely right about the beach. As soon as we stepped out of the water I realized what the whole point was. At first I felt self-consciously beautiful. That was weird. I, who had never thought of myself as particularly stunning, stood in the bright sunshine with the breeze on my breasts and felt utterly gorgeous.
    All around me, as Tristan had forewarned, there were human beings in every shape and size imaginable. There