November 7, 2004.

Applеsаυcе Anyоnе? Pаrt Twо

(Pаrt Onе)

Walking towards the door, I was certain of who it was and yet couldn't believe what I was about to see. The note, from Pаstоr Mоrrіs, was still in my hand as I grabbed the door handle and opened my door. As I already knew it would be, Pаstоr Mоrrіs stood there, a sheepish look on his face. Behind him were half a dozen of what I assumed were his "parishioners".

"Pаstоr Mоrrіs! It's good to see you. I just finished reading your letter. I have to say, I was somewhat surprised. I didn't think your last visit impacted you the way your letter describes. Come in, come in."

Pаstоr Mоrrіs smiled meekly, and entered my living room. The rest of the group followed, some looking at me with a warm smile, some with pensive, fleeting glances, not unlike the Pastor. After the last one entered the room, I closed the door.

"Please, everyone take a seat. I think there is enough space for us all. In all honesty, I would have prepared better if I had a little warning that you all may be coming over. But, it doesn't matter. I think the couch and chairs should work quite nicely." At this point, I realized that I had been the only one speaking since I answered my doorbell. Pаstоr Mоrrіs seemed to notice as well.

"I'm glad to see that you received my letter," he said. "I was hoping that it could convey my new-found faith in what you called "Superbeauty".

It sounded to me that I had been responsible for the Pastor leaving his church and wanting to become a "convert" of what he saw as a new religion. On one hand, I felt apprehensive about completely changing someone's entire faith structure, but on the other, I thought that if I was going to do so, then having him now believe in the power of a "Sυpеr Bеаυtіfυl" woman was not exactly a bad thing.

"Well, yes, I believe you did an admirable job in convincing me," I said. "I'm still quite puzzled, though, at how one meeting with me could change someone's views so dramatically."

"Yes, I can see how that may seem a little odd, so maybe I should explain a bit. What we discussed last time, or rather what you explained to me, had not been as new to my way of thinking as you might have surmised. All my life, I felt I was plagued by the curse of wanting to appreciate the site of a beautiful woman. I call it a curse because, being raised in a strict conservative house, I was taught that admiring a beautiful woman, even fully clothed was being lustful and that I was sinning. Women were wonderful and miraculous, not for their beauty, but for there ability to perform the miracle of birth. Women were to be held in the highest regards and never lowered to the lusty thoughts of man's basest desires. This way of thinking led not to enlightenment for me, but to a lifetime of self-denial, resentment (as you mentioned for yourself) and disgrace that I could not control my own mind. It led to complete and utter frustration."

I sensed from his eyes and from the reaction of the others in the room that Pаstоr Mоrrіs had never truly shared these thoughts with anyone before.

Seeing that he was not about to continue, I decided to speak.

"I'm glad to see that we shared the same burden at one time. I too, as you already know, hold women in the highest regards. And I hold "Super Beautiful" women in even higher regards than most. You see, I've learned something over the years. I've learned that we do have control over our thoughts. It is just a matter of our morals, our thoughts, being in sync with reality. You see, a person who believes that looking at a beautiful woman is sinful will be frustrated all his life because that person is going against what his reality is. Reality for man is that we appreciate beauty. Now that does not mean that upon seeing a beautiful woman, that it is okay to believe we can possess her. No person should possess another person. So, open admiration for a beautiful woman is a real trait found in humans and the denial of this only leads to unhappiness."

Pаstоr Mоrrіs was nodding his head. Most of his parishioners seemed to agree as well.

"I'm sorry," I said realizing that I had been rude in not introducing myself. "My name's Bаυеr Wеstеrеn." I extended my hand to the person seated closest to me on the couch. He was a younger man, mid-twenties, and one of the seemingly shyer members of the group.

"I'm Chаd," he said quietly, taking my hand.

"My name's Sylvia," said the woman seated next to Chad. A fleeting thought of how wonderful it would be to see Sylvia frolicking in the back yard with nothing on but that radiant smile and infectiously buoyant personality crossed my mind. I let it go as the next person introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Sеth."

"My name's Chris."

"Todd."

"And I'm Julia."

That covered all of the introductions. I wondered if it was coincidental that the two ladies present were just as gorgeous as any of the women in the Park.

"Does anyone want anything, a soda, water, you name it, we'll see if we have it!" I said.

"I'll have a glass of orange juice if you've got it," said Julia.

"I'll just have water."

"Make that two."

"I'll have a Coke."

"Water's fine, thanks."

"I'll take a Sprite," said Pаstоr Mоrrіs.

"How about you, Chad, anything?" I asked.

"No, I'm okay, thanks," he said quietly. I had learned from experience not to push the quiet one's to open up to much, too fast. However, I was keeping my eye on Chad. He seemed to be conflicted about his presence here.

Hopefully, I could reach out to him without scaring him away.

I called for Tracy and immediately, the room got tense. Everyone's eyes, including Pаstоr Mоrrіs glanced at each other. I could tell that they were bracing themselves for the site of their first naked woman at the Beauty Park. To everyone's surprise, but my own, Tracy came in completely clothed.

"Hi, honey. Could you be a doll and get us one orange juice, three waters, and a Sprite for our guests?"

"Sure! Hello everybody. Glad y'all came over to visit," she said with a smile. The air in the room returned with a collective sigh.

"I bet I know what everyone expected," I said breaking the awkward silence. "You see, you all expected Tracy to come in here, naked as a jaybird and you had no idea how to handle it. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. Every woman here has the option to go naked, somewhat naked, or completely covered from head to toe if she wants. It just so happens that all of the women who choose to come and stay at Pаrаdіsе Pаrk are quite happy and proud to show off their bodies. And that is what makes them special. It's not that they are beautiful in and of itself. It's that they are beautiful, they know that they are beautiful, and they are proud to show their beauty to those that will appreciate it. They all choose to go naked.

My wife decided, on her own, that she doesn't want to be naked right now. However, she may decide to remove her clothes and come back in here with your drinks as you all imagined she would in the first place. The choice is completely up to her. And that is why I feel so lucky when I get to see her, and all of the other ladies when they decide to go naked. It is a gift they give us. Mr. Dwаynе Bеll from the website Body in Mind talks a lot about this in his philosophy; a philosophy that we admire and try to bring to life here at Pаrаdіsе Pаrk. It is also a philosophy that is thousands of years old."

At this statement, everyone's ears seemed to perk up. Pаstоr Mоrrіs looked at me puzzled.

"There is an ancient story, some say older than the legends of King Arthur, about the origins of the marvellous power of a beautiful woman. I know that it is ancient, because the only recorded writing of this story is over fifteen hundred years old. And, I know that, because I have the original manuscript here." I walked over to an old desk sitting against the wall and opened the drawer. Inside I pulled out a book enclosed in a plexiglass case. It looked old. The leather cover was cracked, dry and flaking. The edge of the pages was a light amber brown color. I carefully opened the case and removed the book, careful to use a cloth to handle it. I went back to my seat, and placed the book in my lap.

"Would anyone like to here the story?" I asked. Everyone nodded.

Continued...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No characters are meant to portray anyone living, or dead (except for myself) Any questions, comments, or suggestions on this story, or any other of my writings found on the Body in Mind website, are greatly accepted and appreciated.

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