At least, it was before she reached around me and pulled it back, allowing every guy in the room to see my cleanly shaved snatch. “Fucking A, dude, ...hat chick’s fucking naked.” That broke the ice. Afterwards I was treated to a round of humiliating comments that left my face bright red as I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the sight of my audience gawking at my exposed cunt. It was bad enough I had to listen to their semi-inebriated comment as, behind my back, Laura unlocked the steel. “I realized that I didn’t like being a good girl and living with other people’s expectations. I loved sex and pleasure and left home to go to college. Actually I went to art school, and though I still loved to dance and sing, painting and pottery became my passion, but then my parents convinced me I should do something more practical and get a real profession and that’s what I did.”“That must have been hard,” I said. “You’re an artist and you just stopped.”Again, she sighed and nodded. “It was. " Ask him over the phone?" It's in the tone of voice as well as the expression." How about you hang around back here," Nick said, interrupting, "and fret about it whilst your friends do your dirty work for you."They both turned towards the door where Nick stood, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smirk."What did they ask you?" Marcus asked."What else would they ask?" Tony laughed. "They obviously..."Marcus cut him off with a wave, not taking his eyes off Nick."Don't be so sure,". . the only Quakers I had known prior to Rick were all very somber folk who dressed plainly and spoke like they were in the King James Bible.“Oh, yes, those are conservative Friends, that’s what we call ourselves. Quaker is a word derived from an incident with our founder, George Fox, back in Merry Ol’ England. Long story there, having to do with a judge. We were a lot more rebellious back then, given our ideas. Personally, I grew up in a more liberal Friends household, but even so, I went.