The next morning, I wore a white T shirt without a bra. It was opaque and looked decent when Craig first saw me early in the morning, but during the day, I started sweating, and the wetness made the cloth almost sheer. I pretended not to notice how transparent my top became, and together with Craig, worked in the vegetable garden. At 10:30 am, I stood up and told him it was time to go back to the house and get cold lemonade.

His eyes were hypnotized by my dark nipples that were seen with all their glory. As we walked toward the house, he was quiet, but his eyes...