Oh my, let the boobs run free, it was only a prank gone wrong. Luckily no one was hurt in the crash, that's the most important thing. If you take an incident like that to decide about this young woman's career, then something is wrong with you, not her.
I'm sorry, Jake, how that beach volleyball disrupted your hormonal balance. I hope you grew out of it without further damage!
It's true that casual nudity is perceived as less eye-popping in some (not all) European countries. I remember my first wife (long before we were married) coming out of the bath tub to say hi to a couple of Detroit acquaintenances I had. This was around the mid-eighties. And, no, Martina did not wear a bikini when taking a bath at home. The Michiganers (brother and sister, early 20ies and all they ever talked about Ann Arbor was sex tales) were seriously shaken when Martina shook their hands coming out of the bath drying herself with a towel (the bath in our small apartment then did not have a door and as we were students and shared the three and a half room apartment with another couple with a small child there was always someone taking a bath since the shower didn't work too well with the ceiling being too low to stand up).
And a couple of years later, I lived in Brooklyn in a predominantly Hispanic neighborhood. Now I'm not a nudist, but to this day I really don't wear anything waking up in the morning (I sleep naked unless I have fever or something) until I go out of the house. Having breakfast, reading the news, feeding the reptiles, doing some work emails and, yes, showering and shaving before getting dressed for work is all done in my natural state (unless, I hasten to add, we have guests). And the Brooklyn brownstone apartment house I lived in (preferring it much to Manhattan, I thought Brooklyn was more American) did not have curtains (but it was on the 3rd or 4th floor). So one day two of my Hispanic neighbors from the house across the street knock on my apartment door and take me to task that their "little sisters" are watching me "doing your hair naked". What was potentially a somewhat strained situation was alleviated when they found out that I wasn't a nudist (as they had feared), not from the US ("oh, you're from Europe that explains it") and Catholic like them to boot. Anyway, being the culturally aware guy, I then started donning a shorts more often when I left the shower or bed though I never got to see the "little sisters" that had allegedly taken an interest in me before.
