I pick up my satchel from the floor, walk through the door and down the stairs to the streets.I can feel the fresh and mild morning breeze against my ...kin as I walk the final few steps before hitting the sidewalk. It still feels strangely thrilling to walk out into the crowd without a stitch on. I have lived in this city for a month now, and being nude still feels somewhat unnatural for me.People walk by busily on their way to work, and almost everyone are naked. I am still fascinated by how. They've been five happy, wonderful years. This summer, we vacationed in the desert Southwest, and were surrounded by visible reminders of the beauty and richness of Native American culture. Sometimes, at night, night, I would step out onto the patio of our motel room, and drink in the vastness of the desert panorama that spread out before me. Somehow, against that endless horizon and under the canopy of that slate blue sky, I felt my own personal insignificance... and the truly powerful energy. I understand if you tell me right now to turn around and walk out of your house, but I needed to tell you this..Katherine she says, I think you are a beautiful sexy woman, and I would love nothing more than to take you in my arms right now and kiss you. "I gulped as I looked at her", at this point I didnt't know what to say. I looked at her and replied,"well Monica I have something to confess as well, for the past few weeks i have had my eye on you as well. She looked at me with excitement, a. Their clothing was from second-hand stores. Most were dressed to expose parts of their bodies. Piercings and tattoos covered them from ears to lips to who knew what else. They clustered by age and many held hands.Nancy smiled out at them although her heart was breaking seeing these poor women. “Hi everyone. I am so glad to be here. It has been a long time for me. If you want, come speak with me. I will listen. You all have stories and maybe I can help. But only if you want that help.”She looked.