Chapter 8
I'll say this about being naked in a place where everybody else is naked too-the novelty sure wears off in a hurry. At least, after the first moment of embarrassment, I found myself starting to forget that I wasn't properly dressed for mixed company.
But one other aspect of the shindig was not quite so easy to get used to. The Bolero was still going on, but the couple who had been dancing were dancing no longer. They were on the couch, body twined against body, making love. They seemed oblivious to everything that was going on around them. I was still a mere novice at s*x myself, and I guess I wasn't yet in the right frame of mind for this postgraduate sort of amour conducted right out in public. Most of the others were ignoring the lovemakers, but a few of the members were
