Julia has been coming here for years now, and is mostly accustomed to the nudity, but it still makes her smile. What she still notices about the people is their endless variation of physicality. The shape of the breasts, the slope of the shoulders, the belly, the buttocks, the feet. The extent of hair coverage. No two are even remotely alike. Some are so young and perfectly formed they could almost take her breath away. Others are so comfortably sloppy it almost makes her want to laugh for the sheer joy of being human.

On some, you can't help noticing the genitals. Particularly one rather plump blond, blue-eyed woman, who is completely shaven. She must enjoy the sensitivity -- or the attention she gets. But the first-glance impression of her is pink -- pink face, pink nipples, pink belly, pink clitoris between pink labia.

Julia had heard about the sex people had up in tents at the camping area, but she had never partaken, herself. She tells herself Ben is the only lover she needs at the moment.

Copyright 2000 Stewart Dickson and Rebecka Dickson