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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had been in California for almost five years, and for several months had been working with Steve to publish some software called The Emotional Spreadsheet. As there were certain changes in the program which would help us niche-market it, I thought it would be a good idea for me to meet Michael, the original programmer and other partner in the project. Steve agreed, and, since Michael lives in Santa Cruz, suggested a Sunday meeting there at the Kiva Retreat House. Said we'd relax and be very informal. Fine. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well&lt;/i&gt;, (as Jack Benny would say,) it turns out that &#8216;informal' meant &#8216;no clothes on.' I mean, really &#8212; have you ever had a business meeting with a naked stranger? With a lot of other naked people &#8212; men and women &#8212; walking around or soaking in the hot tub with you? I'm sure it doesn't happen back home in the United States.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Steve was so presumptious about it. Like he didn't even mention it before we got there, let alone ask if it was OK. Hey, man, theeees es California!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we arrived I was given a towel and shown into the dressing area &#8212;&amp;nbsp; where I quickly realized that this naked human being standing next to me was undoubtedly a woman. Glancing out the back window I noticed the people on the lawn were also naked. Very confrontational. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I flashed on whatever experiences I might have had similar to this, (found none &#8212; new ground for sure), flashed on my beliefs, (seems healthy to me), kinda shrugged, and immediately asked where the bathroom was. The all-time safe place to get your act together. So standing there with my cock in my hand I realized it was all going to be OK, and I proceeded to carry off the day with a naturalness which actually surprised me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are undoubtedly some things to be said for naked business meetings. For one, you don't have to worry what someone has up his sleeve. Or if you're under-dressed. Or about spilling on your shirt. No shirt, no shoes &#8212; no problem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course there are other considerations. Penis envy. Do I have too much/enough body hair? Stuff like that. I probably wouldn't recommend it with clients out of a Diane Arbus photograph, but having been through it, I feel much more capable of understanding films like &lt;i&gt;Bob &amp;amp; Carol &amp;amp; Ted &amp;amp; Alice&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I still live in California.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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