“Just don’t close the pod bay doors on me!” Dave smirked.“If I start singing Daisy just shoot me, please!”Dave laughed, gathered his papers,...and left my office. Kimmy brought me a refill for my coffee, and I got back to work.September 19, 1989, Chicago, IllinoisMy wives and I were watching CNN with Elyse and Jorge just before bed. There was a strong Hurricane sitting off the east coast of Florida, and predictions were that it would strengthen again and make landfall somewhere along the Florida. “Come in”, she said. Somewhat surprised, I sat up. I knew what was coming. My blood raced such that I could feel myself breathing quickly. The moment Victor walked in, I knew that they had me. The next few minute were precise, practiced even. “Hello Sophia”, he said, still with that undeniable charm. As Olivia moved off the bed, she slid her hand from my hair down my neck then to my chest, reassuring me, settling me back down, and distracting me from Victor’s hands as he pulled down my. Their nudity not only made them seem more real than the ideals that advertising pushed, they actually looked more confident, happy and accepting. For the first time in a long while that night I stripped naked and looked at myself in a full length mirror. I had the sudden revelation that I was OK! Just another perfectly acceptable shape on the human spectrum. I had an overwhelming desire to join these nudists, to be accepted in my own skin. I woke up the next day, and chickened out. And kept. ”The voice was very dry, very curt, “We have a job for you. You need to be in DC in four hours.”I said, “Who are you?”The voice once again with a very curt response, “We have a job for you. Get in your plane and get here. You have four hours to do it.”While I was listening to this, I slipped on my leg and went to the kitchen. I responded to the caller, “I don’t know who you are or why you are even calling me. I’m on vacation, leave of absence, possibly not working for you any longer, that is if.