"I didn't mean to startle you so," said Theresa, with an amused expression on her face.

"I...er...no...it's just--gosh, I was feeling so bad and embarrassed," stammered Janie, "and now you come along and...."

"I understand completely," Theresa interrupted. "That's why our society exists. Streaking is a subtle art, though most people don't realize it. When I saw you swing that shirt over your head and give that rebel yell, I knew you could use a little coaching."

"But-but" Janie searched for words.

Theresa, still holding Janie's arm, began steering the two of them down the boardwalk. "I began my own career in streaking in the 1970's. When I heard about this gathering of folkies I just knew I'd find some free spirits among you who would appreciate the art of streaking. I'm not a singer myself, but there was a song written about me and how I got my start in streaking. It got a lot of radio play. Of course that was before I changed my name from Ethel."

Janie, still quite speechless, allowed herself to be led on down the boardwalk. Near the terminus of the walk the crowd thinned out considerably. Theresa guided Janie over to a bench near the Mystery Tune and Lost Chord Cruise attraction, and sat down.