My thanks as always go to SouthPacific for his editing. ******* I still remembered the day I first noticed the girl, in my first week at college. Dian...ne Barrett was her equal in my old high school: she could be alone when she started walking along a corridor, but would always have someone magnetically attached by the time she had got to the other end. Sadly, being a geek meant that I was also relegated to being a people watcher – please read watcher, and not stalker. Dianne Barrett was well. “You’ve been running around like that for over three days now!”“Yer, but that’s around here - in a nudist camp! Out there it’s ... it’s different, that’s all. It’s like wearing g-string togs on the beach then trying to wear them to your mates wedding or something. Can’t you see how it’s just different, that’s all” replied Keith.“Well, yer, I can see how that might be different but there are people out there that are starting to live their whole lives in the nude ... at home and work and even in. She quickly ducked back down and slammed her hatch shut, vowing not to look outside anymore.They were the forty-third tank in a single-file line of 253 of them. As Zen had told them, their mission was to perform a flanking maneuver to get into the WestHem rear area. And, as Belinda had pointed out, there was no way to do that in a conventional manner without passing through the impenetrable WestHem line. So they were going with the unconventional, a plan that was considered impossible for. That’s what led us here. I suggested that we should go to a spur-of-the-moment destination and see what happens.”He laughed. “And here we are! Marisol had been insisting that we come to this place in particular. Women’s intuition, perhaps. She felt that something wonderful was waiting for us, if only we would come and see. Was she right? What would you think about spending the night with her?”“It’s an incredibly tempting idea, but an idea is all it can be.”“Ah.” His voice was easy and his face.