After a day on the slopes with my daughter and eldest son, I took the two of them to the lodge pool. I sat inside at the snack bar and watched while they swam and splashed in a blizzard. From time to time, guests scampered across the snowy deck and ducked into the store, then hurried with beer and chips in hand, back to their friends waiting in the hot tubs.
One such guest was a girl, probably no older than 15, 16 max. A mild Mid-Atlantic accent suggested that she wasn't from these here parts and perhaps here on a full-fledged ski vacation, which--especially at this particular resort--suggested affluence, perhaps with its accompanying adolescent traps of boredom, excess, idleness, etc. Her yellow side-tie bikini showed the body you'd expect from a teen just a few years into womanhood, metabolism in high gear. I do have some limits (believe it or not) and didn't dwell on it, i.e., her body, other than wondering whether she was sexually active yet.
Then I looked past her and back out the window at my daughter now diving for "sunken treasure" (i.e., whatever sinkable objects she could locate poolside and command her little brother to retrieve and throw in) with her goofy Speedo goggles on, and shuddered at the clock ticking toward the day when some creepy early-middle-aged guy is going to notice her at the pool or the beach and wonder whether she's sexually active yet.
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