And only Gauguin and a shipman went on a small boat to go to Tahiti. At the end of 1892, Gauguin arrived at a pure and beautiful coast, with perfectly...yellow sand, the sky was beautiful and the three were full with fresh fruit like bananas and oranges. Gauguin hadn?t taken any clothes with them. Because he knew that the inland people were naked all the day, so he thought that integrate with the should be a lot more easy when he did the same. He had left his clothes in the boat, and the shipman. He did look though, and strange as it may seem, I felt somewhat self-conscious standing there in my bra. I still had my skirt on, of course, and my pantyhose, but from the waist up I wore only the thin white lace of my bra and the dog was staring at me with his curious amber eyes. Intelligent eyes, I thought for no particular reason, except he reminded me somehow of the men back home who'd stared at me as I'd walk by. I'd never been comfortable with that sort of attention. The hungry, desperate. It was the first day of Phil's vacation from work. Heclimbed out of his twin bed in his stripped PJ's and gottendressed in a blue T-shirt, shorts and sneakers. He went outto his new red Honda and drove to the open all night drugstore to buy the new type of razor he heard about than runwhile you're standing in the shower."Where did you go?" Donna asked when Phil drove back intothe drive way, undid his seat belt and got out of the car.Since Phil had traded in his old car he had missed. Hopefully, I'll be right back."My kitchen became a living room, well decorated, with a feminine touch.Jack sat on the couch with her face in her hands. She was crying."What's wrong, hun?" I asked quietly after I rephased.She barely moved."Russ and I had a fight," she replied just above a whisper."So that's the big emergency Brie called me about? You and Russ had afight?" I asked in amazement."Alex," She finally looked up at me, "I...IIIIII almost...almost..." She begancrying again and returned.