Suddenly the game of watching everyone stare at her was a lot less fun. It had been thrilling to watch the boys stare at her tits, or to see other girls look approvingly at her swimsuit choice, but the idea that they might see her like this... a girl with a wet spot that hadn't gone anywhere near the water in hours... That was truely mortifying. So she walked slowly across the sidewalk and waited in line to use the board like she didn't have a care in the world even though her body flushed with shame at the warm slick feeling, and that made the already slow line seem...