"Linda, I think you know what I want to talk to you about, don't you?" Yeah, I guess. Don't be angry with me, okay? I was just feeling sorry for the t...ins; they seemed to be so caught up in their 'rich kid' trappings, that I was sure that they must be lonely as hell." And you thought that if you could get them naked, that they would see that they were just like the other kids, and maybe make some friends?" Yes, that's it, exactly!" she said excitedly but then turned dejected again. "But I guess. This shocked me but he explained that his nudity was a status thing and it really didn?t mean much if nobody else knew about it.I questioned him closely about this.I learned that it wasn?t so much that he wanted other people to see him nude.What he wanted was for his nudity to be forced.He told me it would have been better for him to have to stay in another room or even be exposed to our guests than to be allowed to be dressed.He finished up by saying the whole thing wasn?t going to work for. March the fifteenth began normally enough for Mary. She rose, sluiced her face and arms with muddy water from the can in the kitchen and shuffled out and leant on the parapet of the walkway overlooking the weed grown courtyard of their block of flats. The sun had not yet risen, but already the air was hot, muggy. She was wearing only a man's old stained tee shirt that reached to her knees and nothing else, but the air on her body was of no relief. She felt restless and needing. It was that. The sand is like sugar, the sea and sky blurring into one streak. Like an oil painting. A single seagull caws, bobbing on the crystal sea. Behind me, a vibrant green jungle dotted with pinks and yellows. I must have washed up in Paradise. I stand up, my legs buckle, and I strain to stay upright. The pain is almost unbearable as I run shakily into the sea, enjoying the feel of water cooling my legs and swirling around me. I look down at myself, and realise for the first time how ragged my.