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 Midway through the flight, Naomi suddenly grabbed her friend's arm and
glared at her.

   "What?" Camille asked, grinning at her friend's sudden anxiety.  She
always thought Naomi's hysterics were funny for some reason.

   "You seriously didn't pack any bra's did you?"

   "No."

   "Oh my gosh.  Of course not.  Not you.  I'm terrified to ask, but you
did bring tops to your swimsuits, right?"

   "Well, yeah.  Most of them."

   "Most of them!"

   "Shhh.  Geez, the pilot can hear you hyperventilating." Camille tried to
calm her friend but Naomi only managed to move from panic to extremely
annoyed.  "Look, I left one top at home.  Jennifer and I had a dare to go
topless one day at the beach and I figured if I didn't bring a top to one
of my suits, it would make it easier to go through with the dare."

   "A dare.  To walk around nude."

   "Topless.  Seriously, its Mexico.  And they are just tits, Naomi."

   "Shhh!" Naomi looked around in paranoia wondering if anybody else heard
her friend.

   "Tits" Camille taunted.  Naomi wagged her finger at Camille to try to
get her to stop.  But this just encouraged her more.  "Tits, tits, tits."
Camille folder over in laughter at her friend's reaction.  Finally, she
regained her composure and looked at Naomi seriously.  "Girl, you have got
to relax.  I don't know why you are so uptight."

   "Uptight?  Maybe I'm just not vulgar like you."

   "Maybe.  But you are a beautiful woman and you are a WOMAN.  You need to
accept the fact that you are beautiful, fabulous and that you are a sexual
being.  Stop acting like sex is a bad thing."

   "Perhaps you've forgotten Joey?" Naomi huffed.

   "Yes, yes, I know all about your stories about your ex-husband.  Okay,
he sucked in bed.  Doesn't mean you have to be all miserable about sex. 
And, I'm not saying you need to go around having sex with everybody.  You
just need to give yourself a chance and acknowledge that somebody might
actually be attracted to you."

   "Like who?"

   "I don't know!  Jeeeez.  But this is a good weekend to find out."
Camille looked directly into her friend's eyes.  She thought maybe she was
getting through to her this time.

   "Okay.  I am on this freaking plane to Mexico right?" Naomi tried to
sound confident at the sound of her own words.

   Camille looked her directly in the eyes and studied her for a second. 
Finally, Camille broke the brief silence.  "Yes, you are."

   They both nodded and grinned for a few moments, but Naomi wasn't going
to let this conversation end here.  "Umm, but back to my original line of
questioning.  Am I going to be able to fit in any of the tops you brought?
Please tell me you have a nice modest one-piece suit?"

   This brought nothing but giggles from Camille.

   "Camille!" Naomi said louder than she intended.  Lowering her voice, she
continued.  "Camille, I'm not going to be able to make the tops fit am I?
We have to get me a suit."

   "Oh that's not a problem." Camille assured her.  "They actually will fit
you very well.  There is nothing structural about them to cause them not to
fit well and I have a couple of suits with tie sides on the bottoms so you
should be able to get a good fit."

   "Then why did you giggle and mock me?"

   "You asked for a modest one-piece suit."

   "So, I'm a modest woman."

   "You are a beautiful 31 year old woman.  At the height of your sexual
peak.  You don't need to be modest."

   Naomi glared at her again.  "Why do I even try with you?  Was I this
silly when I was your age?"

   "You act like I'm a teenager.  I'm 24, Miss Pris.  And I happen to be a
pretty successful 24-year-old.  I'm not holed up in my apartment withering
away because I lost my job."

   "I am not withering away!"
   "I know!" Camille grinned.  "I'm going to make sure of that."