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“No, I want clothes too.” The two looked at each other. “That’s right. I think any woman is like that, any normal one. Every day I fight the urge to grab the shirt off the next guy who passes by and put it on.” She was quiet for a moment. “Don’t tell Hank that, O.K.?”

Hyacinth thought for a moment and ventured a guess. “Fighting that urge is what makes you strong.”

Mac looked down at their bare feet, then looked at Hyacinth’s pussy. “I didn’t mean to tell you that. That’s another thing they say about this place. It makes you always tell the truth.”

Hyacinth hesitated for a moment, but it really seemed like the right thing to do. She drew Mac toward her and gave her a full body hug, skin against skin, warmth against the increasingly chilly air. They stood there for a while.


Mac stood apart, still holding Hyacinth’s hand. “Time for the little ritual. You should be initiated. Go like this.”

Hyacinth, curious, watched as Mac stood straight up, face to the sky, arms stretched out and up. “Please God, give me clothes.”

Mac’s eyes were closed as she kept looking up. In another setting Hyacinth would have thought this ridiculous and stupid, but not here. She took the cue, arms out, face up. “Please God, give me clothes.”

Mac continued. “Please God, make the earth and sky my clothes.”

“Please God, make the earth and sky my clothes.”

“It is the prettiest dress I ever wore.”

Hyacinth felt strange saying this. “It is the prettiest dress I ever wore.”

“Thank you God. Amen.”

“Thank you God. Amen.”

Mac put her arms down and took Hyacinth’s hand again. “Corny, right? Some women like to say ‘Gaea’ instead of ‘God’, but that would be just too much for me.”

Hyacinth smiled. “I agree.”

“Let’s go. Gotta keep warm.” And Mac jogged off, shooting through the shrubs. Hyacinth followed her, braving the scraping branches, and they ran back to camp. Hyacinth glanced back at the little grove. Such a silly little initiation, and yet the more she thought about it, she had to concede being pulled back there . . . Now she turned around and huffed mightily and the two naked girls laughed as they turned the trip back into a race.

 
 
 

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