Missing You Again

My Eyes Are Up Here

When my party finally ended it wasn't because the parents among the group had to get home to babysitters; it was more because they all knew that at some point the next day they were going to have collect assorted children from sleepovers. Apparently the only thing worse than suffering a hangover whilst facing a child who was all hepped up on sugar after a night with the grandparents was facing said children with a hangover and lack of sleep. Good times.

Before she'd left Cathy had managed to confide that she'd included the details of a beauty salon in the file filled with take-out menus. Of course she had. Thank god she had because if I left the waxing too much longer it was going to take a combine harvester to deal with my bikini line and I really wanted to take advantage of Matt and Caitie's offer to hang out by their pool.

As it was I was still in my pre-waxing state the afternoon after the party when I found myself ensconced on a sun lounger poolside at Matt and Caitie's house. I did have a sarong firmly fixed around my hips so as not to frighten the children with my out of control bush. My eyes were closed behind my sunglasses and I was enjoying the way the warmth of the sun was soaking into my skin. I was feeling a little fragile and tired after yet another bout of ulcer related hurling in the pre-dawn hours. It was a relief to think that I'd finally pulled my finger out and asked Jeff for the recommendation of a doctor to see. My plan for Monday went as follows – before lunch have a professional sadist, aka waxer, rip all the unwanted hair from my body and then after lunch see Jeff's colleague Priya and have her give me a prescription to deal with the near constant nausea and frequent bouts of vomiting caused by my ulcer. I had no qualms about playing hooky from the office. Sean was in town and I had no doubt that Carley would be able to keep things running smoothly in my absence.

A shadow fell over me and drops of cold water splashed across my belly as Zacky's voice rumbled from above me, "Hair of the dog?"

I sat up with a shriek. "Zacky you shit!" Pushing my sunglasses on top of my head so as to more effectively glare at him I turned in his direction. His eyes were wide and his mouth was gaping.

"What?" I demanded.

"Your...uh...well...boob," Zacky stuttered waving a frantic hand in the general direction of my boobs.

I looked down to see that my right boob had managed to entirely escape my bikini top. "Shit." I struggled to stuff it back into the confines of the tropical print fabric. Well there was another job to add to my Monday to do list. Buy a new bikini because while I'd always thought of this one as brief I'd never previously considered it to be skimpy. I must have used the wrong setting the last time I'd washed it because now not only did it struggle to control my tits it was making a determined effort to crawl up my bum crack as well.

"Can you not look?" I said and embarrassment lent my tone an irritation that I wasn't really feeling. Who was I kidding? It wasn't as though Zacky hadn't done more than just look at my boobs.

"Right, sorry," he apologised and raised his eyes skyward.

When I finally had my boobs under control I cleared my throat and Zacky said, "Everything back where it's meant to be?" as he met my gaze with a sly grin.

"Yup. Yep. Yepper."

Zacky choked on a laugh and waggled a beer bottle in my direction, "Back to my original question, you want a beer?"

I considered his offer for all of two seconds before deciding that my belly still felt too tender from its earlier exertions for me to consider anything other than soda water. I shook my head, "All good thanks."