Michele and I were swimming our laps in adjoining lanes at the city pool on 25th street. When she passed me going the other way, I playfully reached under the lane divider and stroked her stomach. But when I finished the length, Michele was standing at the end and I looked back in horror at a woman wearing the same bathing suit swimming toward us. The woman looked at the two of us and smiled and said, “Not a bad way to start my day. “
—Adam Simon