"I can keep up just fine, thank you very much," she assured him, and kissed his cheek, which was one of the few places visible not entirely covered in spots. "I'm just gonna go change, I'll be right back."

Jennifer considered herself lucky that she had managed to snag a couple of decent swimsuits from the box in her time here. By "decent", she meant ones that would actually stay on when swimming, and were not just little triangles of flimsy material connected with strings, and didn't ride up her butt when she put them on. The best one was a blue Hawaiian-print tank with straps that crisscrossed in the back, and that was what she put on, pulling a pair of shorts on over it.