I hadn't thought it was possible to feel more naked than I already had, but it is. You wouldn't think that little bitty patch of hair down there would...make that much difference! Especially mine, which was - had been - kind of thin, so if you looked hard you could pretty much see - well, something, anyway, through the haze.Now, of course, you could see everything. I was feeling as bashful on this, the third day of my exposure, as I had the first morning. I was naked as a baby down there. After lunch we had some time off to ourselves. I decided to start on my dress for the fashion show. After working on my dress for a while I decided to head to the beach to catch some rays."Welcome dear. Would you like to go water skiing.' Stephanie asked. "I would love to." I said. "Figured you would. I going to work on tan and get ready for the big dance. I don't want to ruin my hair." Donna said. "I guess she's right. Can I take a rain check." I asked. "Sure honey but don't let other people. Although she had no idea who Jonathan Wilkerson was, Carol made the connection between the Institute’s name and his own. “And why is he going to be beside himself?” she asked.Ann giggled and replied, “Because he’s being buried under money is why.” Then she grinned and continued, “My brother Cam gave the Institute $50 million shortly after Little Bit and I arrived in New York. Well, I happen to know that Mom just sent down another $50 million from her personal foundation.”Then she shrugged and. “I’m going back to my room to watch the guests filter in.”But instead of going straight to my bungalow, I veered off to the big hall that was serving as the wardrobe-slash-changing room. As I suspected, I discovered much of Nicky’s court in various stages of getting dressed.“Remember. No underwear,” I quipped as I slipped into the room. In a normal world, my arrival would have resulted in screams and women scampering for whatever modesty was available. Not here.“Hey Larry,” said Amber (she.