Where's Anna?

I would prefer if they gasped in astonishment and blushed slightly but the only time their face turns red is when they are laughing so hard that they cannot catch their breath.

Although I am possibly the least best equipped person in the world to say where Anna might be, that is no reason to stop typing. Typing qualifies as activity and I am determined to help Anna in any way that doesn't require either time, money or genuine effort.

If I were Anna, the first place i would look for myself would be at the roots of my appendages. I recommend this because torsos are bulky and solid and show up better in dim light than, for example, my mind. The mind is a shy thing that prefers dimness. Or rather, I shoudl say my mind. When playing word-association games, "mind" and "dim" fit together as snugly as "dim" and "sum".

Back to torsos - by which I do not wish to speak of the backs of torsos - those hideous expanses of moles, freckles and pasty-white skin - not Anna's, of course, but those backs belonging to other parties whose names shall remain nameless. Now where was I?

Ah, yes, torsos. I have nothing of interest to say about torsos, apart from certain protuberances. Anna's may be taken as a typical specimen. In fact, it's very typicality may cause problems for Anna, who, once she has located a torso at the roots of her appendages, may be in some lingering doubt as to whether the torso attached thereto is indeed her own or that of some utterly typical woman who may have come to the door. Naked or not.

This is about as far as I can go in answering Anna's question today. The fruit flies make it impossible to continue further today. But rest assured, Anna shall be found, even if it takes weeks of circuitouos wandering.