Out with the coconut oil. My skin prickles under their scrutiny while I rub the fragrant white lotion into my legs. The song on the radio cuts off. The announcer's voice purrs and here comes the song again: Time to turn, so you don't burn. Screwing the plastic top onto the glass jar, I follow instructions. My breasts press into the towel, which accommodates the shape like memory foam without the automatic ease-back. The sun on my back makes me dream of a time when I'll make new friends of those boys above. In fact, I'm too hot. With the swift motion of a young cat, I rise and run into the water in my Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini. Click below to hear the song.