It's linked to that damn bikini and the lack of Vit. D. Or
rather, the suggestion that one gets out in the sun. Not having been in sun for
nearly 17 years... well He prefers his women pale and interesting... it has
been something of a shock to get a tan.
See this is one of those situations where sometime your
preferences as an owner get overridden by medical considerations. Strange how
that kind of shit never gets talked about when people are thumping their
masterly chests proclaiming that they don't compromise. Everyone everywhere
compromises sometimes. But this is not what this is about...
In this climate a tan is unavoidable even with only 20 minutes
two or three times a week. Fortunately one doesn't burn, but rather one goes a
pleasant shade of golden brown. A fact that He noticed as one was in the bathroom,
pointing out that one was getting a distinct bikini bottom.
Looking in the mirror one had a small revelation. That tan
line has formed two distinct triangles front and back. Triangles that stand out
like large arrows pointing to a target...
Arrows that make very good targets in their own right...
And He thinks they will be fun to colour in
No good is going to come of this...
Mutters forget worrying about skin cancer. He is
a far more clear and present danger
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