I'm calling 'cause I can stop thinking about last night.” he said, sounding a bit excited“Yeah, me neither.” she too was excited recalling the n...ght before, still in disbelief of what they had done.“I can't believe we didn't wake anybody up the way you were screaming.” although he always loved hearing her scream. He took pride knowing he made her feel good.“Ha, ha. Yeah, me too. Sorry, you just felt so good, I couldn't help myself.” she said, sounding a bit embarrassed. “You were definitely. I learned that this thumb of land that we were on was a thousand acre parcel that at one time belong to Charlie Summers. Rumor had it that he was involved with bootleg whiskey in the twenty's and that was where he made his money. He owned a publishing company that printed papers, magazines and the like. The delivery trucks had false floors. They would pick up moonshine in the south along with blank paper from the pulp wood mills and deliver it to his warehouses in the area. The blank paper was. Your mom laughs at how excited he is. "Leave your things in the car kids, I just can't wait to see this place. Let's go check in and then come back to grab our stuff." Everyone then piles out of the car and walks into the lobby of the resort to come face to face with the biggest shock of your life. Everyone is naked!The guests, the maids, the clerks, the bellhop. No one has a single article of clothing on. "Wow, what kind of resort is this?" Your sister asks. You turn to look at your parents. There were hedges, paths, fences and fields stretching in every direction: from the imposing gates that threatened to close at some mysterious mythical hour to the bandstands that sometimes presented the.latest pop sensation to a remarkably small audience and onwards to statues of commanding and impressive figures of authority of which the most disturbing feature was that none of the men these statues represented, in a sense barely understood at all by me, were any longer living: in fact they.