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“The sun wishes it were as radiant as you,” I said, more or less stealing from Shakespeare.

“Oh, my God!” she said, disbelieving, walking back toward me.

“No, really,” I said, moving closer, grateful for my dim memory of the bard, but running low on material. “I’ve never seen a more amazing woman in all my life.”

Man, even without the assistance of the man from Stratford, I was on a roll.

“And you’ve seen a lot of amazing women.”

“No, I haven’t. I’ve seen pretty faces. You—are truly lovely.”

She looked shyly down at the ground, still smiling. I had embarrassed her, but she liked it. So did I.

“You came,” she said.

I looked down at my slacks.

“No!” she said, and laughed. “No, I meant you came down here. To the beach.”

“I couldn’t stay away. I had to see you. I needed to see you.”

“What about Mindie?” She said ‘Mindie’ again as if it were something with too many legs crawling out from under wet compost.

“What about her?” I asked.

“You’re engaged.”

“She’s engaged. I was never consulted on the idea, and had other plans.”

“Oh?”

“It’s a weird story. I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

I took one of her hands in mine. She looked down at it nervously.

“You’re not going to let go of it this time, are you?”

I winced. “Only if I get run over by a semi.”

“We don’t get many semis on this beach.”

“The way my luck runs...”

She laughed, and as she did I watched every inch of her move with that joyous sound. For the first time I realized she wasn’t actually entirely nude, as she had given over her magnificent body to display a delicate gold chain about her waist, a matching anklet, necklace, toe rings, finger rings, and other complementary jewelry. It made her bare skin all the more beautiful and unimaginably sexy.

I leaned closer to her and wanted to kiss her. She wanted it as well, but we both hesitated, knowing there was still something between us. And this time it wasn’t my penis.

“I need to apologize,” I said.

She put a gentle fingertip to my lips. “Shhh,” she said. “You need me to explain a few things.”

“Yes,” I said, showing my confusion.

“I figured you might.”

Smiling at me, she turned and walked toward the ocean. I went with her, and not just because she was still holding my hand.

“You’re a nudist,” I said flatly.

“Is it that obvious?”

I looked her over, enjoying every sun-kissed skin cell. “I’m afraid so.”

She laughed. “Good a place as any to start, I guess. Yes, I am a nudist.”

“I imagine it would make the transition to lingerie modeling a bit easier.”

“Easier than being full-on clothed, yes. Don’t pants and underwear get uncomfortable after a while?”

I had to admit, sometimes they did. I just never thought about it. In my neighborhood you had to wear them, and that was more-or-less the end of it.

“Do you ever wear clothes?” I asked.

“When it’s cold. But still not in the amount that you do. A coat. Some shoes…. ”

The idea of her nude under a winter coat excited me, and I imagined Christmases walking around town, just giddy with knowing what others would not.

“Does it get cold here?”

“A couple months a year.”

“Where do nudists carry their stuff? Wallets, money—things like that?”

“Fanny packs, socks, purses....”

“Clothes For The Naked.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Clothes For The Naked.”

“How do you feel about wearing clothing on a daily basis?”

“Not a fan of it.”

Damn. Strike one.

“Hard to imagine, I know, that it would actually be a problem that a beautiful woman wanted to be naked around me all the time, but it’s a funny world we live in.”

“A funny world you live in.”

“Point of view is everything I suppose. This place really is different from what I’m used to. Where did those stone heads come from?”

“I don’t know. They were here before this place was settled.”

“Settled by whom?”

“Homer Nikkid. You probably saw his statue on the way into town.”

“The pantsless 76er. He seemed quite proud of his enormous schlong.”

“Oh, he was. Some wonder if pride is the main reason