We continue to enjoy the exhilaration that naturism gives and the privilege of meeting likeminded people of many nationalities, ages and persuasions. ...e cherish the memories of naturist incidents and the emotions that they evoke which we discuss as two broadminded adults.One such incident took place while we were at a Naturist Lodge in Oregon USA. We had hired a cabin in the lodge. The camp offered a naturist forest trail that we set out to do one morning. Following the map instructions we both. So im gonna get it back.” “Dude,” I said to him as he pulled a little further back, “here’s a damn dollar, now lets be smart about this and not kill the fucking machine. Cause you know as well as I do that should you in fact put your fist through the glass, you gonna get your ass trampled by the crowd.” He finally put his hand down and took the dollar I was holding out to him. He put it in the machine and got his chips. “You fell better now that you have beat the fuck out of a defenseless piece. And I could get you laid too! We could all watch and applaud!” They all cracked up but said nothing about the talk regarding the size of my penis.I anticipated the after work appointment I had with Siza. I just needed so badly to get her to talk to me about what happened and what was going to happen in the future. I needed to know a possible way out of my embarrassment, how to redeem myself. I needed somebody’s advice and I wondered if she had anything to do with spreading that rumor. But from. Talk about a no-win situation. With short hair I could be Samuel, a little kid who would get buried in the pecking order, especially because I was both non-aggressive and so far ahead academically. Visions of ivy-league school hazings made me tremble. As Samantha I could keep my hair, and most kids would avoid me, figuring I was weird. But people would think I was gay. My stomach churned as I realized they apparently did anyway. And girls would never date me. The problem was, they wouldn't date.