Theresa Terrific continued her jog along the boardwalk. She ran in rhythm to the calliope, the flash of the lights in the heels of the Nikes emphasizing the downbeat. People gave her cheerful waves as she ran by, her no longer young breasts and buttocks bouncing with the beat. She was secretly a bit disappointed to not be causing more of a stir, but all-in-all she was glad she was here. That foolish Janie woman was apparently one of the few in this crowd who weren't free-spirited. Uptight ol' hillbilly--kinda of reminded her of her husband. Briefly she wondered where he was and if he ever thought of her. The last she had seen or heard from him was that night in the high school gym--must be close to 30 years ago--when she set herself free. "FFRREEEEEEEEEE I tell you!" She remembered so well how good it felt, following that young streaker across the boards of the gym floor, the old man hollering at her from the bleachers to get her clothes back on.

She was beginning to feel a little winded and knew it was time to circle back and retrieve her clothes and bag. No point in running back down the boardwalk--that would take all the art out of the streaking. Instead, she crossed over to the woods, passing behind the funnel cake stand, and headed back in the direction from which she had come, following what appeared to be a deer trail.