I brush the perspiration from my chin, the excess trickles down my neck and pools between my breasts. A summer orchestra of cicadas, heat pumps and ice-cream trucks lulls me into a stupor. The neon Georgia sun threatens to fry my retinas so I slip on my Ray Bans. Sunbathers jockey around the pool making deposits on their dermatologists’ mortgages. The aquamarine water promises cool caresses benea…