"What are you doing? Your version of an Indian Rain dance?"
I watched Belinda swing her hips in tune to some imaginary music with wry amusement. If I tried those moves my ass wouldn't be the only thing I'd be shaking. Jelly would have nothing on my wobbly bits. A tummy control bathing suit could only do so much.
"No, silly," she winked at me and raised her arms. The move accentuated her pert little breasts, and I rolled my eyes, when the wolf whistles started.
"See, it's working. They're coming over. The tall guy is mine."
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Till next week, folks.