I could really love the South.I could really love the South. For some reason I felt perfectly safe being nude outdoors; I guess it is the feeling of isolation, being surrounded by the woods. It also helps to have J there. All this notwithstanding, feeling safe isn't the same as feeling relaxed: I was not completely at ease having a relaxed conver- sation under these circumstances. Besides, the bricks were cold and gritty. And an ant bit me. The conversation opened with inconsequential remarks like "How was your day?" and "The breezes are beautiful after winter," and "Have you finished the harem outfit?" My God, I thought, we're talking about the weather and I have to lift both hands to sip my vodka and orange juice because they are chained together. "You are beautiful, you know," he says out of the blue. He doesn't talk much at all, and as a rule he says even less about my appearance. "Really beautiful. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?" Of course I had, continuously. I had changed my makeup twice that day. I look like a different person, and I'm still getting used to it. I do like my eyebrows thin, though. I shaped them into high arches like the show girls of the 1920's. They look kind of artificial, I know, but still I like them. And my nipples. I have really become proud of them. I want to show them off, at least in private and for J. That sounds like an oxymoron, I know, like "locally famous", but showing off in private is all I could handle comfortably. |