So standing in a room with a beautiful naked woman and bumping crotches was something entirely new to me.I was in my early thirties and she was in her...early forties. We talked about many subjects as we lay on top of the bed getting acquainted. I needed more than just a quick fuck with I woman that I knew nothing about. I knew that she was not a prostitute, that she was married, and that her husband had given his permission…but I just needed more. I didn’t need love but I needed something. I need to report it stolen and then contact my insurance company.’ The Policeman, looking bored picked up a pen and started to fill in the form, ‘Name Sir?’ ‘Michael Stewart….the cars a real classic Merc, bought it a year ago. Four point two litre roadster convertible……..made in nineteen eighty six in Astral Silver…….black soft top. Not many made that colour so probably stolen to order……personal number plate…..M 1 C K Y.’ By the time Michael had finished speaking the policeman was staring at. However she did not want to appear too keen on the idea of anyone getting naked for fear of accidentally giving away her own ‘clandestine introduction’ to the world of Lifestyle Nudism at the hands of her best friend and her best friend’s family.Polly looked at Jessie waiting for her to say some more which Jessie did with, “Part of me hopes so and part of me just isn’t sure but what about you? Would you like to go naked or do you want to leave that up to someone else?”Polly found herself. We could have taken the sedan, but there were tools on the back of the truck.We were at my place in minutes. The flames had begun to die down. I felt anger and some sadness at the same time. We were going to do this anyway, burn it all down, but to have someone do it in such a way was an expression of contempt my heart did not want to leave unanswered.We got out and looked around. "Whoever set this fire was thorough," Pa said. "I can't figure out why anyone would set this on fire except for a.