The weekend sun lit up the water as you guided the yacht out of the marina. Your daughter was already on deck, laughing as she set up the towels and drinks. A moment later, her best friend Taylor climbed aboard, her long red hair catching the sunlight like fire. She wore a tiny blue bikini, grinning with that mischievous spark you’d come to expect from her. The tiny blue bikini she wore left little to the imagination, and she clearly knew it.

“Nice boat, mister,” Taylor teased as she flopped onto a deck chair, stretching out like she owned the place.

“Hope you’re ready for us to eat all your snacks.”

I looked at her crouch. Her playful tone set the mood instantly — this was going to be a lively trip. Her eyes lingered a little longer than necessary before she laughed and flopped onto a chair.

She tugged at her sunglasses, tilting her head playfully. “Hope you don’t mind if I get a little sun. You don’t strike me as the type to get shy around girls in bikinis.”

Her tone was unmistakably teasing, the kind that made it hard to tell whether she was joking — or daring you to take her seriously.