The suit fought me the whole way down. Neoprene doesn't peel off like fabric; it clings and sucks and refuses to cooperate, so every inch came away from my skin with a wet sound no lingerie commercial has ever featured.
I dragged it over my shoulders first, and Belle watched the leopard scars come into view under the spray. Then I rolled it past my stomach, and I took my time there because the lady had paid for a show and I believe in customer service.
"You're doing it slow on purpose to annoy me," Belle said.
"You literally asked for slow."
"I asked for slow because I wanted to enjoy it, and now you're enjoying it more than I am."
"That sounds like a you problem, Fox."
