Nudity was commonplace, so it was little wonder that Flora was comfortable walking around in the buff.What quickly became apparent was how different I...looked from everyone else. There was something strange, in fact, in how the people stopped when they saw me, as if in awe of me for a reason that I couldn't quite grasp. I saw that everyone lived up to the tribe's adjective: they were extremely fair in complexion and hair color. My dark brown hair, coal-black eyes, and hillbilly tan must have. "Well, I know so!" Lisa replied. "Now, let's get ready to go backdownstairs. I know you're probably famished after all of that marchingthis morning--I know I am!"I had to admit that a bit of my stomach was indeed growling within mycorset right then.The now-familiar cry of "LADIES!" that came from the hallway could onlymean one thing. Lisa and I soon found ourselves in the middle of a snarlof hoopskirts as we all lined up in the upstairs hallway. I was in linebehind Lisa, and was absently. ”“Pardon?” I glanced up to see him glowering at me.“My name isn’t Fred. Maybe that was cute when there were two of us and we were a matched set – what was it you said? They were twins, right, your fictional Fred and George? Well, it’s not cute anymore. My name is Daniel.”I nodded sadly. “Fair enough. I’m sorry, Daniel. I don’t have anything clever to say. I can’t make it better. I am sorry that this happened – that you’re sick, and that he didn’t survive.”I was greeted with silence. I reached. We finished the ride in Griffith Park, and then returned to the track, where she finished riding by herself at different paces, not needing caution anymore. I grew profoundly jealous of the horse: she was having so much fun on it, she had such control of it. I wanted to get back on my horse, let it run away with me, and let her rescue me. The fifth date was dinner at my house: five courses. We began at 7:30 p.m. and were still eating and finishing our bottle of wine at 10:30 p.m. Dessert came.