The backyard barbecue was everything a summer Saturday should be. Thick smoke rose from the grill in lazy curls, carrying the smell of charred burgers and ribs through the hot, heavy air. Laughter and loud stories bounced between the men clustered around Daddy, who stood at the center of it all with a beer in one hand and a spatula in the other. Mom and the other wives had disappeared inside to arrange salads and desserts, leaving the deck and pool area mostly to the guys. And to me.
I was twenty-two, home from college for the long weekend, and I had spent the entire morning planning exactly how this afternoon would go. The tiny black bikini I wore wasn't an accident. The triangles of fabric barely covered my full C-cup breasts, tied with flimsy strings that could come undone with one sha
