When my children were younger, they loved going to the water
slide park near our home. We took them to the park frequently,
but I never participated myself. One time, though, my children
finally convinced me to give it a try. I was never fond of water
to begin with, but I gave in. There were a choice of three diff-
erent slides that took you from the very top through seemingly
a seemingly endless network of tubes you were dumped into a small
pool of water. I asked my wonderful kids to direct me to the
mildest of the three slides and they both pointed to the same
one (which I later found out was the most violent).

As soon as I was pushed off of the top, I knew this ride was not
for me. I was screaming like a banshee! It seemed like an eternity
until I was dumped into the small pool, sputtering and flailing.
As I swam toward the stairs, I noticed that everyone was smiling
and pointing in my direction -- some with their mouths hanging
open. As I proudly exited the pool, I looked down and realized why
I was getting so much attention: the top of my one-piece bathing
suit had slid down, exposing both of my breasts to a huge crowd
of people! Everything was showing! I immediately adjusted myself
and headed for the ladies' locker room, where I spend the rest of
the afternoon.