Find out more about who you are.” “I know who I am.” “I said, ‘find out more.’ I know you know who you are, but there’s more that you d...n’t know. I can see that.” She knew he was right and it thrilled her to feel seen in a way that only she saw herself and no one else had a clue about. She remembered wanting to be an actress, how exciting it felt to be on the stage and dream about being on Broadway, or in the movies, but she put that dream aside when she married Martin, then gave birth to. “Well, we have three days of travel to find out,” I answered. The sun sank to the west. “We should think about finding a place for the night.”“There is a village approaching,” Xera said. She walked in front, still naked. Every farmer and farmwife we passed paused to stare at the naked elf. Xera walked tall, her back straight, unconcerned by her blatant nudity.I wasn't a prude, but I don't think I could appear naked for so many to see.“What if she's a guy, though?” Sophia asked. She bit her. And that was on top of a couple of drinks I had had in the VIP lounge. The four of us had a leisurely dinner, followed by a decadent dessert and an after dinner drink. Sharon and Mike finally said they were going to their room. They had been headed to Atlanta for a second honeymoon and were not going to waste the first night. The hotel had a night club and Tom suggested we go there and maybe do a bit of dancing to work off dinner. Though he was considerably older than me, I found myself. Our noses treated us to the most raw of experiences. We walked through the city and took in its basest cues. Restaurants. Parks. Riverside paths. Alleys behind clubs where crowds of bodies sweat together, blending alcohol, smoke and musk into the unmistakable aroma of indulgent recreation. We smelled the smells of nature and of humans. They lodged in the backs of our throats and on our tongues. And when particular pheromones reached us, we took lovers, greedy for their essences to also lodge in.