Tim was the one who eagerly dropped
his pants Friday morning to pose in body armor on his BMW motorbike but somehow
I was the one who earned the cognomen Naked Manor Naked Boy, depending
on who was doing the talking. Some of the men brought expensive toys which
I didn't know how to ride so all I had to play with was my body and my mind.
Luckily, the desert ws kind and newfound friends were happy to
provide.