"Oh, it'll just be a minute. Come on, walk along with me," she ordered
petulantly, once again giving my body that brazen once-over with her
eyes.
I decided to see it through. I did an about-face and headed back toward
the cabin area with her, walking at her side. I was tremendously
uncomfortable about the whole thing. Her body, masked by her clothing,
had a sensuous appeal that not even Joanie Baker could arouse in me. It
was the element of mystery that was responsible. A fully dressed woman
in a nudist colony is practically an invitation to rape. It's on the
same order--maybe even worse--than a naked woman in outside society,
walking down the street or getting on a bus.