. and I love you now."Right at that moment, I wanted to give him proof of my feelings, kissing his chest, covered by his Victorian jacket. But it wasn...t enough for me, I wanted his face, his beard, his lips, his tongue, his passion, his desire.My hands looked for his neck to reach my face.Dylan was reluctant."I love you," I said again.His beautiful, emeraldine eyes looked at me. That man had the power of making me feel naked, every damn time. He didn't say anything, but his gaze communicated. Tracy was having difficulty breathing from the humidity of the air. It was dark, but the heat index in the cavern was well over 100 degrees. Sweat poured from her body as she prepared for her dive; as streams of sweat rolled down her face, all she could do was lick them from her face as they flowed past her lips; she blinked spastically trying to keep the perspiration from stinging her eyes. Then, Tracy realized her goggles were gone. They weren't around her neck. She fumbled in her utility. The article she was reading mentioned several notorious "orgies" that had taken place in previous festivals mentioning the names of the participants like a line-up for some football game involving celebrities. Only it was not a football game but the sometimes serious business of full service copulation and depraved fetishes. Fiona found her hairless slit was coming to life in the air-blowing chair and she hoped her zebra-striped tights would conceal her wet anticipation of kinky delights."Miss,. And lastly, when you walk through those inner doors, this is a nudist resort; you go nude. Women may wear a simple white panty or just use a tampon on their periods. No one is going to judge you one way or the other. If you are asked to join the ranch, there is a more advanced set of rules you will sign for, but follow those five, and you’ll be good. Any questions?”The next room was a basic locker room, but there wasn’t a men’s and women’s side; everyone undressed, dressed, showered, or bathed.