.. I really didn’t expect anyone to go naked at all over the whole six days we would be here and now I find myself standing in front of five gorgeou... girls and each one about to strip off completely in front of my very eyes. It is kind of wonderful but still a bit confusing all the same.”The five women in the room looked back at Bjorn knowing that he was already stripping them naked in his mind but in this situation they didn’t seem to mind at all. Sonika carried on undoing her blouse buttons. There was no way a barefoot ex-gymnast with an ability to change direction quickly and skip upstairs could get caught by a muscle bound fifty year old man weighing two hundred pounds! As added insurance to gain a few yards, I started slamming doors closed behind me as I ran giggling through the house. By now, the reaching back to pull doors closed behind me had loosened my robe to the extent that it had become like a super hero cape and it flowed from my shoulders. It was a cunning plan, but. When surfing it, participating in it,you can lose your identity, you really can become anyone. The anonymityof a chat-room is liberating, but what would happen if pretending hadsome sort of consequences? Little did I know, but I was about to findout.About a month ago I found out my kid sister was pregnant. I call herthat, but in reality she's like, 19 years old. But since I'm 3 yearsolder she'll always be a kid to me. While I'm away at school working ona Masters degree, I never get to see her. . I don't think I'm dead yet. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to talk to myself like this. Unless I'm in the afterlife?Can't know for sure until I get my ass up, I guess.C'mon John. It's time to wake up.I blinked my eyes open.Everything in my vision was hazy as shit. I could barely see anything in front of me. Looked like a white-ish ceiling though.Fuck man, was I dead?Wait... No, I was still kicking.I looked down to see a heavy blanket covering me. A hospital respiratory mask was strapped to my.