Stacy smiled, as she listened, digested, and replayed her every word.  She wondered what she meant by her being something else.  Should she ask the questions she wanted to ask?  Would she ever get a time like this again?  Just as she always had, she wished she weren't so shy.  She had to put herself out there more - to take more chances, albeit hard.  "Well, I can clearly tell she has a heart of gold," she agreed.  "To open up a place like this to someone she's never met, simply because a friend asked her to.....it's just so nice.  It reminds me of the southern hospitality in so many ways."  She instinctively used the southern angle as both a comfort and reference point.  Again, there was a period of silence as so many thoughts went through her head - namely, should she ask the questions she wanted to?<br/><br/>Curiosity got the best of her.  "So, this is kinda out of no where, but," as Stacy bit her lip, "but...and maybe I'm just not used to it...I'm just kinda naive, maybe," she blushed as she struggled through how to ask her question.  "But, I've noticed a lot of like...well, everyone seems so comfortable being naked, and I overheard some stuff on accident...people having sex...it's common around here, right?" As the words left her mouth, she regretted saying them.  She didn't even ask it right and was embarrassed.  Fearing that she'd come off as judgmental, she interjected, "I'm not complaining...it's definitely not a bad thing.  It's just I'm not used to it....well, at least it being so open."  She had put herself out there without even knowing it, making her sexual experiences seem like they were more than what they were.