He dresses himself in seconds then begins to dry me off with wonderfully heated towels. Like before he repeats the drying with a second warm towel. Th...n he reaches for a tube of Vitamin E gel on the cabinet, squeezes out a healthy amount and begins to rub it all over me. Slowly over my back then down to my butt, messaging the gel into my cheeks with the patience and skill of a professional. More gel then down the back of my legs; back up then between my legs. He gets another handful the moves. I went and had a piss and went back into the lounge room but they had crashed out on the lounge so I went into the spare room and fell in an exhausted stoned heap on the mattress. The next morning I awoke with a blinding headache and the sight of Maria at the end of the mattress kicking my feet. "Wake up." she said. "I need to get home." "OK." I said reliving the previous night in my head. I grabbed my clobber and got dressed and saw that Goodie was still asleep in his own bed. I took his keys. Despite the wonderful time he and the others had had out at Camp Starkers he had decided it would still be best for himself and everyone else involved to remain as ‘textiles’ until he thought the rest of the church was ready for the ultimate inevitability of people coming to church in the nude!Even though the kids from the choir and all the parents and helpers involved had no qualms whatsoever about the concept of Nudism in the church they still understood the need to proceed with caution on. She looked around and sat heavily in a guest chair. I remained standing.“Talk.”She didn’t. But tears were running down her cheeks.“I can’t decide who to go to. New York City Police, that’s obvious. You and Massimino taped Phillip Montgomery without his knowledge. Nor permission. That’s illegal in itself.”Cassandra remained mute, except for snuffling.“I imagine you two would have eventually tried to blackmail him as you did with Roger Woollcott, Jimmy Harrison, Walt Dunfree.”Snuffling turned to.