Being a dispatcher for a small transport company in a small country town in the middle of nowhere had lost a lot of it's appeal over the months and I ...as giving my continued employment in this field considerable, and critical, thought.As usual, it being a Monday, a number of my drivers had reported in that they weren't fit to work and, the fact that I was starting the week down a couple of drivers, was really helping to cheer me up.I had my head down studying my work diary and, with my phone. I was not expecting anyone, who could this be at my door?Just a moment I replied through the door as I fumbled for the key to unlock it. I opened the door only slightly; Yes, Hello. There stood a maintenance worker of some sort, complete in his uniform. He said, Hi, sorry to bother you, but do you know when your neighbors will be home, I rang their and knocked, yet tone answered.Well, instantly or perhaps subconsciously I opened the door wider to look towards my neighbors home he was pointing. He even touched it around the back of my thighs as if having a look at what material it was. We then went to the restaurant and had a quick breakfast and were on our way to the tailor shop. We found Raju in the shop, sitting on the front table but the girl who assisted him that day was missing. Raju’s eyes gleamed on looking at us. He welcomed us in and took out a large plastic cover from a cupboard from it, he took my clothes. They looked quite impressive, with bright colours and it looked. So far in the first few days of our holiday acquaintanceship we had learnt that we had nudism, and a few other attributes, in common. We had previously met each other a number of times in various communal areas around the apartment complex, such as the pool, and had shared a few interesting happy conversations together. We’d invited them this particular afternoon up to our garden on the roof for a drink and some sun tanning. I had just finished protecting Lisa’s back from the sun with a coating.