Earlier in our conversation I had told her about some paintings I was doing with some of my free time on the road. She seemed very interested. Maybe I...can get her to my room to check them out and see where this goes, I thought. I worked up the courage to ask if she wanted to check out my paintings and was blown away when she Yes! Then I remembered that Billy and I were rooming together. I knew he probably wouldn't be back until last call at whichever bar he was at. This gave me about 3 hours. Dress off, full nude, new dress on. No dressing room required.Our mom liked to be nude. Almost always in the house. Almost never outside - except in our backyard. She had an overall tan without having to pay for a tanning salon. She kept her pussy shaved. She liked it smooth and it helped for swimwear photo shoots. In thinking about it now, she was one hot mom.Fran and I were nude around the house from the time we were potty trained. We have always been comfortable wearing the skin we were born. I loved every one of them, and hoped that the others did too. I told her I wanted to buy several of her originals, and the more I gushed over her work the brighter her blush. I was serious, but I think she thought I was being patronizing. She kept telling me I didn’t need to do that.As we were prone to do on Sunday nights, we talked about our plans for the next week or two. I commented that I had a trip to San Diego at week’s end for two days. I could tell that piqued Elsa in some way.Elsa. My head wounds were legendary, and always came with excruciating pain.Surprisingly there was no head pain this time.Hmmm...Ok ... the big question ... WHO WAS I?That required me to open my eyes and look around until I could gather enough facts to determine who I was, and where I was being treated. I cracked my eyes open and looked around again, seeking something, anything that would give me clues as to my identity.The same dark hospital room was present when I looked around. My head wasn't.