Nude Race In Headstone
A western ghost town comes alive
“You owe us a dare,” Mike insisted. “We did ours. Now you do yours,” Karl added. “You did your dares two years ago. We were still in college,” I protested. “We’re out of school now. Have jobs. We’re past that kid stuff.” “That just means your dare is long overdue,” Annie demanded. I sighed, knowing my three best friends were right. Mike had streaked the women’s volleyball game. Karl posed nude for an art class. Annie, bei...