Never in a million years did I think DeDe would react the way she did. But I sparked something the second I uttered: “Look at the tail on her.”

We were at a casual work party, and my boss’s wife came out poolside in a one-piece that might as well have been a no-piece. The bottom was so high-cut — what’s known as a French cut, DeDe informed me — that it showed off most of her fine ass.

As the woman sauntered by, I whispered my observation under my breath, so low only my wife could hear me.

For some reason, my remark struck DeDe as funny. She giggled and whispered, “What kind of tail? Horse? Skunk? Squirrel? Rabbit?”

I rolled my eyes, swallowed a laugh, and patted her on her rump good-naturedly.

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