It had never happened to me, and I almost couldn't figure out how the heck to act. It showed too, because Lynne stared at me, frowning. She couldn't l...ok at my lap, because I was sitting down by then, but I got the distinct impression she would have, if she could have.Jill seemed completely unconcerned and wolfed down her grilled cheese sandwich as if she had places to go and people to meet. It turned out she wanted to go for a ride after lunch. While we were moving the hay, I had left early. Make the right one.”Clyde took off. Speed looked over at me from his locker. “That boy’s the Pillsbury Doughboy! You ain’t never going to get him in shape.”I shrugged. “I ain’t the one who’s going to get him into shape. If he does this, he’ll be the one to get himself into shape.”“Man, you are crazy! You got as much a chance of whittling him down as you do of catching a pass!”“Fuck you, Speed! Fuck you!” I laughed.“No! Fuck you, Stonehands!”We argued and tussled a bit until Coach told us to. He may have seen hundreds of women but there was no way I was going to let him see me. I've lived 23 years without a man seeing me naked and that wasn't about to change.My folks had some very fundamentalist ideas about the human body. When God created it, it was good. But once that thing happened in the garden with the serpent and the apple, it became a tool of the devil; something to keep hidden as Adam and Eve did with the fig leaves.We were taught that it was sinful to be seen by other than. Peggy loved the way the French pronounced their names. After lunch Mathilda invited the men back to her apartment which Peggy thought was a little strange without Marcel being home but she went along with the arrangement. Peggy had not expected Mathilda to be quite so loose with other French men. Once in the apartment Mathilda excused herself to use the bathroom. Louis took the liberty to open a bottle of champagne. ‘Would you like some Champagne?’ Louis offered. Peggy accepted and the three of.