’ A frown creased my brow. ‘Not the red blouse. That dresses everything up. Even jeans look like evening wear with it.’ ‘You’re wearing it ...nd you’re wearing make-up. I’m doing this for your own good. You’ll thank me later.’ There was no use arguing with her so I yielded to her undeniably great fashion sense, especially since I was not ‘girlie’ enough to dress myself for a date…no…a ‘friendly outing.’ ‘Sure.’ Was all I said. ‘Great! Get going because you’re already going to be late.’ The line. After a 2 months we decided to meet while she was moving to her native she informed me to come Poondhamalli bus stop where she get bus to her native, After my college I went to Pondhamallie bus stop but it was so late due to the traffic, she was really angry with me due to the delay, this was our first time meet. I thought it will be bad mark on me, once I reached I called her and said sorry and asked where she is and she replied waiting for her bus outside and the dress collar. She was wearing. She looked at me, then said “Sure, why not?” I threw it over to her, she took off her blouse and started to pull the jersey over her head. “Whoa, Whoa! Hang on a second,” I said. She stopped and looked at me, with a questioning look in her eyes. “Take off your bra,” I told her “he can’t see your tits with a bra on.” She looked at me in disbelief. “Are you serious?” I told her that I was completely serious, unless she was uncomfortable doing it. “Are you sure you want me to wear this. There was six couples, all the women I would guess in their late 40's and early 50's. The men were maybe a little older. The women were not bad looking, they seemed to be fit while the men were a little over weight. It was weird to see these white people walking around naked, flowers in their hair and smoking pot and drinking. Weird I guess because of their age. They talked us into taking off our clothes, we thought what the hell and being that we were just teens we would try anything once. .