I sat silently. Thinking, not looking at her, no I did, but looking nervous, Feeling nervous. Was I that way? It was a scary way to be. "I don't kno...," I finally admitted, looking up, placing my eyes on her hers. "I might be a... lesbian too." "Only one sure way to find out," she said, reaching out her hand. Long fingertips gently stroked my left index finger. Her nails were done nicely; shaped but very short and her finger felt grand on my skin. I didn't move, I just sat there looking at. Neither set of parents wanted to become Lifestyle Nudists but Tom, Belinda and Jamie had all decided that they did. All three of them wanted to apply for this new thing that the newspaper was talking about - so Tom sent off his email as such - listing all three names as candidates for the one month long trial of Lifestyle Nudism.Within the space of only a few days Tom received a form in the mail from Senator Arnold’s office. The form was asking him for his details and verification of his. It was out of range but I gave the next SA-10 missile some help and sent it on its way. This time it was picked up and the plane made a frantic attempt to avoid the missile.The pilot and co-pilot may have had heart attacks for I flew it within metres of the cockpit before exploding a kilometre away. This would surely hurt Brazil's reputation but if I went through channels there would be so much coverup that nothing would be accomplished.Mealtime was coming up at the farm but as yet they knew. Rick got something from the kit, and held it to Ronnie's nose. It was an ampule of smelling salts, which brought her to consciousness. Rick and Ann wouldn't let her get up, talking to her and assessing her replies. They made her move her arms and legs one at a time before they permitted her to sit up. Eventually, with a little help from them, she got up and walked to the side of the pit, where she sat down on a hay bale. By now, Brandy, Jim and I, the three co-chairs, were standing on the deck.