It had been suggested to me that breastfeeding might be easier if I allowed the elements to provide a little "toughening up." Something for which I had never felt the need before. Or since. While I reclined like a beached whale and she cavorted on her sail board, a rustling in the bushes alerted me to the fact that we were not alone...
A few moments later, a vaguely familiar man appeared out of the under growth.
A man I had to face every day for months until we moved...a man who greeted me by name...and appeared oddly, happier to see me than I was to see him. My mailman.
This episode has brought me to two conclusions. One: It is false to assume here are some portions of our anatomy that benefit from even the mildest of exposure to the sun.
And two: that one should only be seen naked by people who are either related to you through blood or marriage or in some other in a real and legally binding sense.