5
Bev had seen plenty in her life. She was no prude and had never been ashamed of her own body. However, she couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping as she and Tara registered at the resort lobby.
Everything was just as it should be, the historic stucco and beam building, the hand hewn well worn stone front desk and the turn of the century western art that adorned the room. Only the middle aged woman behind the desk jumped blindingly out of the setting.
She was approximately as wide as she was tall, grey curly hair on her head bounced to the rhythm of the rest of her flesh as she busied herself with the paperwork–completely in the buff. Tara chit chatted with her as if there was nothing unusual.
“All of the public spaces, like the pool, the club house and the tennis courts are nude. The r
