Where is she now.
In the mid 70’s we went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. For Fifty Cents a night, you could put your sleeping bag under the stands at the old Tulane Stadium. During the day, when you were parting, you would lock your stuff up in your car in the parking lot. The “gang” showers in the locker room were also open with one shower being for men, and the other being for women. With Mardi Gras being what it is today, there were plenty of girls willing to show off their breasts for some worthless beads.
I wasn’t feeling well one day and decided to take the trolley back to Tulane Stadium, get my sleeping bag, and crash out. Before crashing out, I thought a shower would feel nice. While I was in the Men’s Shower, an attractive nude girl came in. I was thinking she was interested in some quick sex so I moved close to her and started to touch her body. She told me, very sternly, “LOOK, BUT DON’T TOUCH.” I moved back to my shower and masturbated while watching her soap up her body and rinse off. She finished her shower and left without saying another word. I have often masturbated with the thought of her in my mind. I am 58 now and was 20 back then. I often wonder where her life lead her.