" She put me down squarely inthe middle of the make-shift dance room, which had otherwise served asone of the reading rooms. "This is Miss Flannerty,"... she said, "I hopeyou'll be a good girl for her." Good morning Harriet," the woman said. She was about the same age asAlice, with blonde hair tied into a tight bun atop her head and wearinga more grown up version of the leotard and tights I was too dressed in,with a sheath of cream material around her waist floating softly in thestill air and. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?” she quizzed Joel. “The description you provided earlier could have been about me entirely except for one detail” he replied. “What’s that” asked Susan. “You didn’t specify what colour your big cock had to be and I wondered if you have ever had black before?” “No” said Susan hesitantly. “Would you like to have the best sex of your life tonight?” enquired Joel. “Now that’s a bold statement to make. The battle between Good and Evil continues, light and dark conflict. The teachers teach, but who watches the watchers? They are the Originals.’ The speaker turned and exited the stage without waiting for the smattering of applause his poem generated. There was a low buzz as conversation resumed. ‘Can I get you something?’ I turned at the voice. A waitress stood waiting for my order. She was dressed fully in black and had long straight black hair. She looked very much like a grown-up Wednesday. She had a cute little patch of light brown pubic hair which turned me on to the point where a little droplet of precum oozed out.We shared a beer and we left her sister to her book and went for a hand in hand walk down the beach. At the southern end of the beach there is a distinctly gay non-conventional nudist theme. Lots of solo men were standing around some with huge hard-ons, normally taboo on strictly nudist beaches but not here. There were also some women there for a sly look at the erect.