[ Natasha can't remember the last time she swam naked. Or even if she ever has. Either way, it was time to experience it. Even if it was just to jog her memory. She spots Trish while she's still in the water and walks over as she comes out, grinning. Sandals in one hand, sundress flapping just above her knees from the wind, she'll stop beside the towel, looking down at the other woman. ]
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How's the water?