The modest two-piece bikinis that left home were folded or pinned into tiny four-inch swaths, barely covering the bare essentials by the time the teen girls got settled on their towels at Lake Lilly. It was an all-out competition to see who was brave enough to wear the least amount of fabric, ramping up the sensual possibilities considerably. The guys knew it as The Land of Itsy Bitsy Teeny-Weeny Bikinis. Love, and/or lust, was in the air.
Liberating Rhonda, Beau Johnson, Author, Kindle, KU