Lisa clutched the package and scampered to her bedroom. She tore the package open and removed two stringy blue pieces of fabric. She held them up.

They were small. No, they were tiny. She could not remember ever having worn such a tiny bikini. She knitted her brow with concern.

As a younger woman, Lisa had worn bikinis at the beach and the pool, without hesitation. She would often catch men sneaking admiring glances at her. She smiled at that. Men always thought they were being discreet, but they rarely were. Their looks were obvious, and Lisa found them flattering.

But she was 54 now. She wasn't sure how she...