Sunday mornings were usually slow and easy in the shady patio of the Spicer family's suburban home. Today was different. Jerri, the eldest daughter, was home fresh from her first year of college. And as far as her mother was concerned, the girl had acquired a few new habits that were far too wild.
"But Mom," she argued, "you don't understand. It's not a matter of trying to show off how Pm built or anything. It's just the style now. There isn't a girl in my class that wears a bra anymore. And besides, it's more natural.”
Jane Spicer looked across the breezeway to where Jerri sat with her long legs draped carelessly over the arm of the lawn chair. The front of her thin cotton tee-shirt sheathed her breasts so tightly it was quite obvious there was no brassiere underneath. Her nipples were outlined so distinctly it was ridiculous.
"Now Jerri, you know I've never been downright prudish. You have to admit I've never been as hard on you girls about things like that as some mothers. But really, dear, you might as well be naked as to let yourself flop around like that.”
"Flop around?” cried Jerri. "Mom, I do, not 'flop around.’ I won't have to worry about that for a few years.”
Her tone was icy and Jane knew that she had piqued the justifiable pride Jerri had about her firm young shape. She smiled and conceded her exaggeration.
"Okay," she relented, "I won't nag you about it. You're nineteen now. I guess you're old enough to make your own decisions about something that personal. I just hope Karen and Kathie don't get any bright ideas about it from seeing you around the house and want to do the same thing. You know how impressionable they are at their age. And you know how they both look up to their ‘big sis' as being somebody pretty special.”
Jerri laughed and, swung her legs off the chair. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back as she straightened her back.
"Are you kidding?" she chortled. "Neither one of them is old enough to worry whether to wear a bra or not. Gosh, Mom, Karen's only thirteen and Kathie's just ten. What makes you think they give a darn whether I wear a bra or not?”
"But it's the idea of the thing, Jerri," said Jane. "And for your information, Karen started wearing a training bra right after you left for school last fall and she's already moved up to the next size. If you hadn't been in such a hurry to leave on your date last night when you got here from school, you'd have noticed how much she's grown since you've been away.”