“But what is this all about?”
A statuesque woman of about the man’s age came over and placed her hands on his shoulders and gently rotated him to face her.
“It is all about us, including you.”
Only a few inches shorter than the male who had just greeted him, she was attractive in every respect. Her waist-length red hair flowed sumptuously over the curves of her slender and athletic feminine figure, clad, like everyone else present, in leotard made of an opaque gossamer fabric that covered her body from her neckline to the tips of her toes. A genial smile spread over her face. He was stunned by the beauty of her jade green eyes that bored so affectionately into his.
“But where am I?”
He noticed that he too was wearing the same garb as the others.
“You know where you are. You just don’
