Dagmar shocks me with her reaction to seeing me naked.
This sequence of events took place nearly twenty years ago, when we were living in Sydney's eastern suburbs. As revealed in my previous contributions, I often strolled about the neighbourhood, before dawn, naked but for shoes, holding shorts in my hand, for use in emergencies. I enjoyed the risk of discovery, as well as the freedom from convention. However, I always took care, not to...Read On