She liked the way I cooked and she said she was too worn out to get ready to go anywhere, so I said I would cook some pasta. She went to her room, but... didn't bother removing her purple bikini. She called to me and asked me if I would give her a shoulder massage. I sat next to her on the bed and proceeded to massage her shoulders like I had dome many times before. This time though, she asked me to use the massage lotion and get her entire back. She undid her top and just laid there. I put some. " What, dressed as we are?" asked Martha, "Or stripped as we are in the evenings?" Please yourselves," the man said, "But you won't attract much custom dressed like that!" Who are you, and why are we doing this for you?" ventured Martha."Never mind who I am or why, just do it!"He seemed so much in authority that most of the girls started to strip, but Martha stopped them with a gesture."Why should we give you a free show? Can't you afford to pay somewhere else, or is this just so that we can be. I told him I couldn't swim. He said that's not a problem, go get changed and he'd see what he could do. Reaching the cabin I seen everyone was already in their camp shirts and T shirts. Finding my camp clothes I stripped nude and was pulling up my shorts when the head councilor(Bill) came in. He asked why no underwear, I told him I never wore them. He smiled and asked if I had swim pants, I said no. He said okay, then said to follow him. We went to the lake where I seen the other boys getting. The dream was more vivid than ever this night. He could hear a muffled voice which sounded like his cousin’s ‘New Orleans’ was all he could make out. Easy enough, he’d be there in another four hours of driving. The next day the car idled down Bourbon Street. Despite the fact that Mardi Gras wasn’t for months the street was packed with people, just a sea of humanity he had to steer the car through barely able to make out the one in front of his. He looked for a place to sleep but now he could.