i will do some research

The waves were alive that day. I held the boogie board tight, anticipating the next swell, ready to hop on and coast into shore. There were a few of us standing in the water. Stephen was further out, being both taller and braver and I, while I stood around a few strangers. One man seemed unable to keep his eyes off of me. I was flattered. Then annoyed. Then I realized it wasn't really a "you're hot" kind of stare, but something else. He looked perplexed. And then I looked down. The force of the tide and the gravity of a wet swimsuit had worked against me, and I was revealing way too much Meg. I could have been arrested.
Yeah.