At the fuel dock we picked up our friend. I was elegantly dressed in typical fuel dock attire: shorts and a bikini top. Which is a lie of course only on account that I’m too ashamed to admit it was a bra. A cute bra with pink and white flowers. From afar it looks like a bikini, but close up when the fuel dude is standing but 2 feet away from me I felt naked. And rightfully so. Read more.