Standing in a communal shower, the sounds of other people laughing and bathing reduced to a backdrop of sound, a distant hum, I stared at her. I'd met... Ann the evening before, soon after I'd arrived at this weekend workshop. Located in a hot-springs area in northern California, a clothing-optional community that found its roots in the hippie days of the 60's, it had enjoyed a renewal in this new-age decade.A delightful woman I'd met on-line whose sensitivity and insights I'd come to cherish, had. "God, Kenny; I don't know what might have happened if you hadn't come home when you did." Don't even think about it; it didn't happen, so there's nothing to worry about."I was holding her in my arms when she said, "You don't believe all that shit he was saying, you know, about all the guys who have fucked me, did you?"I told her it didn't matter to me if she'd been with 50, 100 guys or still a virgin; I still loved her."For the record", she said, "I've had sex with two guys, and he wasn't one. The west coast was hurt badly from Oregon all the way down. The Yellowstone volcanos haven’t gotten worse and have actually slowed down their spewing of ash. From San Francisco down, earthquakes had torn California apart with much of the state now on the floor of the Pacific. What was left was in bad shape. The Imperial Valley was ruined for the foreseeable future.Mexico and the rest of Central America had also suffered from volcanos and earthquakes. That area and points further south no longer. 'Mag cover' sent to Her - She later wore this outfit at a Worship SessionI arranged a studio and the date was agreed (15.12.2010) and I was more nervous than if I was about to bungee-jump. But She was lovely, absolutely lovely, so thoughtful and understanding, knowing that this sad wanker who’d worshipped Her for years was totally knocked out by this experience of meeting Her, actually seeing Her for real. I’d dreamed of course that I’d tell Her all sorts of things, show Her my worship folder.