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He didn't run for a generator. He didn't shout for order. He simply walked to the center of the patio, where the moonlight through the fog cast him in a soft, silver glow. He picked up the heavy cast-iron cauldron lid and the ladle. BONG. BONG. BONG. The sound cut through the panic.

"Everyone stop," he said, his voice calm. "Brenda, your left feather boa is in the guacamole. Carl, you're standing on a slug. And you," he called softly toward the hedge, "come to the sound of my voice." nudismprovider halloween

The theme was "Elements." Earth, Air, Fire, Water. Everyone else had brilliant, skin-based ideas. Brenda, the aerobics instructor, was going as "Air," adorned only with strategically placed feather boas. Carl, the retired geologist, was "Earth," his entire body painted like a topographical map. Leo, however, felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with nudity. He didn't run for a generator

Leo stood by the grill, wearing his usual skin, but feeling utterly naked. He was the host, the provider, the only one without a story to tell. He felt like a ghost in his own home. He picked up the heavy cast-iron cauldron lid and the ladle

And Leo knew what to do.