Terri's mind starts to wander.

After that little display from Lynn, Terri couldn't help but to feel wired. There's nothing like being mounted by someone you had thought of as only a friend minutes before to wake someone out of their stupor. So Terri was left lying in bed, alone, with the image of Lynn and her fantastic butt stuck in her mind.

You need to go to the bathroom, a voice in her head said. You had a lot to drink today on the con floor. It's only natural that you would need to go to the bathroom. Suddenly the only thing that Terri could think of was waterfalls, and trickling streams, and the crashing waves of the nearby ocean. She was suddenly single-mindedly focused on opening the bathroom door.

Of course, Terri knew that the voice was lying. Well, she really did need to go to the bathroom, but it was far from urgent. The voice was insidious, trying to come up with some reason for Terri to intrude on Lynn. Terri might have been knew to the B. B. Brigade, but that didn't mean that she was going to so brazenly violate social convention.

Then again, it wasn't as if she had never seen Lynn undressed. They had seen each other in underwear plenty of times. And Lynn was basically naked when she was wearing those weird pink strips instead of proper underwear, so what was the big deal? If Terri needed to go to the bathroom, then there was no reason she shouldn't. Plenty of girls had that kind of friendship. How many times had Terri or one of her friends said, "I'm going to the bathroom, want to come with?" That wasn't so far from going to the bathroom while Lynn was showering.

Terri slid off the end of the bed, crumpling on the floor at its foot. She didn't want to admit it, but her panties were suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, and she knew why. Instead of thinking too hard about it, Terri rose to her feet and stretched. Very Tracer-like, she thought to herself. Be like Tracer. Tracer isn't a perv. Tracer doesn't spy on her friends.

Then another thought came to Terri's mind. Tracer lives in what, the 2060's? Maybe there isn't much of a nudity taboo in the 2060's.

This was quite possibly the strangest line of reasoning that Terri had ever worked through. She concluded that she was thinking too hard about this, and that really she just needed to make an executive decision.