I’d acted that way just then in front of Curly. But it was habit, or social expectation, not any real shyness on my part. “I guess it’s ok.”�...�It’s your natural state,” he said. “Think of yourself as a panther in a menagerie. Panthers aren’t awkward or shy, even when they’re on display for the crowd.”“A panther has fur,” I stated.“So do you,” John said, pointedly looking down below my bellybutton. My curly pubes! I blushed, at that more than anything. His jibe set me at ease. Harold usually. A soft light appeared over what looked like a door, but the surface wassmooth, with no identifiable pull or even hinges. Within a ten count adoor did open and in walked a tall woman with auburn hair. She wasbeautiful and had a subtle smile but said nothing, simply lookingdirectly at me and moving with purpose toward me. Her hands were at hersides with palms open, one ring on each hand. As she came near the bedshe slowed and the door opened again with a second female entering. Thisbeauty was. I went home, got mom’s approval and packed suitable clothes for working on the farm. I was not allowed on the school bus, so after school, Cameron’s dad drove us to the farm. I had never been there before but was impressed with all the buildings, house, barn, grain bins, machine sheds, fields, cows, etc.His mom showed me to Cameron’s room to change clothes before we went to do chores before supper. She let me know that we were to sleep together in his bed. It was queen size, so there was. Still moving dead, but dead.*Authors’ Note: Ivory Snow is real flaked soap, not detergent. This concoction is dangerous as Hell - the making and the use.Priscilla raised her voice on her phone, “The men are burning up. Send an ambulance. Oh Hell, nobody could survive that; send a hearse.” Then in a shaky aside to Eva Mae, “Keep down and keep watch, Honey. There may be more of the bastards out there.”They watched the flames’ flickering light reflected from the trees surrounding the clearing and.