[edcindy]

When I was at Michigan I ran the Naked Mile. Like a lot of students, I stripped off, shoved my clothes in a backpack, and carried my clothes with me in the backpack to the end of the run.

At the end of the race there was a tradition where of students posed on the steps of a nearby building. By the time the group started to form for the picture I had already gotten dressed, so like a lot of other students I climbed up the back of the steps to strip off and join the group. At the top of the steps there was a large porch. I noticed two beautiful, very nicely built girls strip and leave their clothes in a pile on the porch as they ran down the top steps and joined the picture.

As I stood there alone on the porch, with everyone’s back turned, a truely diabolical thought crossed my mind. I could have easily grabbed their clothes and stuffed them in my backpack. No one would have seen me and could have walked off unobserved. Of course I did not do it, but I’ve always wondered how these brave streakers - at least when they were with hundreds of others - would have reacted if they found themselves stranded naked, blocks from their dorms or apartments, when the run was over!