He heard footfalls in the corridor and a door slam. It sounded like the door next door.He sat up and listened -- he thought he heard crying. Then came...a muffled shout, "Stop calling me!", and sobbing.Ben rushed into the corridor and pounded on Molly's door. "For the last time -- leave me alone!" she shouted."Molly -- it's Ben." Ben?" The door opened and he regarded her. Her blouse was mis-buttoned, her skirt was askew, her hair was mussed and she was barelegged. Through the fabric of her white. The girls giggled at the sight. Finally, one of the girls held out a circlet of wild flowers, freshly picked that morning. Alice bent down while this was placed on her head, and adjusted so it sat firmly over her hair. By the time they got back to the village, more of the villagers had gathered outside the small church. The young priest, Father Hugh, was there in his best robes, holding the church’s aspergillum of holy water. He had been in the parish for fewer than nine months (his elderly. The very unique art lesson she had just experienced had also put Jennifer in very high spirits. Going back to normal life and wearing clothes for another week before the next session just seemed like such a drag.As Jennifer got closer to her car an idea began to formulate in her mind. She could delay the putting on of her clothes just a bit longer if she was brave enough to drive home to Cedarcrest still in the nude. She could get dressed then. That would give her another twenty minutes of. “We will just go back to our lonely apartment the day before Christmas and look at each other."“No,” I sighed. “Let’s go.”I hated Martha's friends they were all too immature for my taste. Not that I was stuck up or anything like that, I just got tired of the same party games and feeling the need to get drunk every weekend.“You sure?”“Yes.”We walked up to the door. Martha excitedly rang the bell. Joe came to the door dressed like a total fool. He was wearing a Santa Claus costume but it was.