Paul's texting increased, telling me how excited he was to see me, that he wanted me to change in front of him so he could see my naked body getting into his clothes.
Naked but for a white cotton breech-cloth, a boy of about eighteen stepped out of the crowd and stood before him, his hands crossed over his chest, his head bowed.
But almost completely naked with no food or fresh water in a cold wet room with a rapidly diminishing supply of oxygen, his odds of survival were definitely very grim.
Because, you know, we're nearly naked! So, we're all equal. So it's a question of equality. You know, when you're sitting in a hot tub, there is no classification.