It was a naked girl, with her back to him.

She saw the naked girl and pulled her head back quickly.

And there was a naked girl saying something a long way away.

A naked girl running right across the room needed the personal touch.

As a naked girl she was not there in that room at all.

I mean, so what if he liked to photograph naked little girls?

The naked girl in his bed couldn't have been a day over fourteen.

Curled in each arm was the body of a naked girl.

He'd taken off his sweater and put it over the naked girl.

It's strange to think of people Dad's age being interested in naked girls.