Corporal in tow, Gavril went to the quartermaster and requisitioned supplies. They were going deep into the jungle again, well within the borders of t...e Meat Grinder as this sector had been labeled of late. They would land at Forward Base Charlie and patrol a specific area for three days, coordinating with adjacent squads. The platoon was to make their way to a scraped hilltop and await evacuation by thropter. Track and kill all nasties in their sector. They were the same orders as the last. She had me curtsey to them, which earned me amusedexpressions and pantomimed applause. I blushed beet red. We got to thefront door of our destination and were greeted by a good looking guydressed as a superhero, sans mask. Inside there were a half dozencouples, all of them in nice costumes. I would have been happy to wearwhat any of those the men had on. Instead, I was the lone male wearinganything shameful. I was greeted as 'Dink' and 'Baby Dink' to which,because of Cleo's order, I could. It felt kind of greasy although the smellwas not unpleasant. Suddenly she attacked me with a big bushy brush anddabbed all this powdery stuff on me. "That will help the foundationset," she consoled.Something I can only compare with a cotton bud came next as she applieda pink creamy substance on my eyelids. Next a rather slim stick withbristles which she used to brush my eye lashes. Once that was completedI could have sworn I could see the tips of my lashes if I rolled my eyesupward.As I was. Since I've been here, it's my way of life. And when I heard Dana talk about Cap d'Agde, I knew I'd met friends." You need to see it, Ned. It's wonderful." Ed said. "Just imagine getting up in the morning and going to the bakery for bread and croissants without getting dressed. You'll love it." So, Ed," Ned said, "How did you get into nudism? I mean, I know, because of Dana, but..." Guess it's my turn," Ed said, reaching for a beer, taking a drink. "I grew up a geek. I was happier with a bunch.