I was alone in the house. It was summer and a Santana wind blew. The day was too warm for clothing. The wind was sensuous against my naked breasts and thighs. It was naughty to stand in the open kitchen doorway leading to the back yard. But I was alone in the house and the back fence was higher than head level. No one would ever know I stood there letting the warm breeze caress my budding adolescent body. It was so rare to be alone without my four unruly brothers. And I so wanted to feel the freedom of my nudity in the open world.