...?” then she shook her head and buried her face into her hands. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer.”
Jeff shook his head and smiled, he waved his hand in a casual way.
“It’s alright, I don’t mind. You the first person who’s asked what everyone else thinks.” He shrugged his shoulders and had to think for a little while. “I don’t know really. My mum and dad are nudists so I was raised as one. It’s just how I feel comfortable. I can’t figure out how you can go around wearing clothes. Clinging, itchy and uncomfortable, making you too hot and sweaty when you don’t want them too.”
Meg nodded, but really she couldn’t imagine what he was trying to get at. How could he feel happy just walking around and showing off his entire body to everyone? Every little blemish and flaw on show for the world to see.
“I just don’t…” Jeff interrupted before she could finish.
“I guess you gotta try it before you can really understand.” Jeff suggested in what was obviously a fake casual tone.
Meg froze and stared at him, was he really suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. She folded her arms and bit her lip, looking upset and nervous.
“I couldn’t. I couldn’t show myself off lik...