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 �>�Greta -(TM)s Story Copyright �(C) by Chessman

   A Naked In School Tale

   Greta -(TM)s Story: The Naked Candystriper

   Any one who has read the exploits of Karen, Carl, Beth and Keiko
understands the concept of the Program.  Naked in School had spread school
district by school district from the time the Virginia laws concerning
observed nudity had been challenged in court to the time the US Supreme
Court made its final ruling that anyone, anywhere could be naked in public
and not be considered to be obscene, prurient or offensive.

   Granted, some people went nude who simply should not have been allowed
to do that.  Mrs.  Wilcox, who lived across the street from me, had to be
seventy years old when the court ruling came down.  The first warm day she
was out on her front lawn, stark naked, weeding her flowerbeds.  But I
digress, something I am wont to do on occasion.

   My name is Greta, my last name does not matter for, as you will see as
the story unfolds, I no longer have the right to the one given to me at
birth.  Greta is not my name on my birth certificate either.  The Naked in
School program put an end to my old life and created this new identity for
me.

   I was a junior in high school when the Program came to our town.  My
father was a Pentecostal pastor in a large church in town and my mother was
the daughter of missionaries and a seminary educated Master of Christian
Education director of the church-run day school I had attended from
pre-kindergarten through ninth grade.

   The church -(TM)s school did not continue through high school, therefore
the choice for me was either home schooling or attendance at the large
public high school that was within walking distance of the home the church
provided for my parents and me.

   As most of the children in the church attended the high school, my
parents decided I should also attend there to show equality as only the
elitist few chose home schooling and private tutors when their children
reached the grade at which the church school ended.

   Again, my parents decided that I should fully participate in all the
programs the high school offered.  I was to try out for sports, I was to do
all the clubs that interested me, and in many ways try to be a normal
teen-age girl.  My mother, with my father -(TM)s approval, dressed me in
calf length skirts, long sleeved white blouses and either a sweater or a
blazer.  My feet were shod with saddle shoes and I always wore knee socks.
My hair, sort of a light brown, was always severely pulled back in a
ponytail or parted in the middle and braided to the sides.  I either looked
like a refugee from the 1950 -(TM)s or the dorky princess from those
science fiction movies.

   I survived sophomore year, grade ten, only because of a medical problem
that prevented me from taking gym and thus having to shower with the girls
following gym class.  When my father learned I would have to be nude with
the other girls in a group shower and also dress and undress in a locker
room with members of my gym class he almost pulled me out of school. 
During my pre-school physical our doctor discovered several growths on my
skin.  She excised one of them and had it biopsied.  It turned out to be a
benign but rapidly growing subcutaneous virus similar to shingles or warts
that required cauterization.  As I was undergoing weekly treatments I was
always raw, scabbed, blistered or bandaged so I was given a full years
medical excuse from participation in gym.

   I did not get away scot-free though, as every week I had to report to
Nurse Kramer, the school nurse, during what would have been my gym period,
strip naked and let her examine me to verify the condition was persistent
and ongoing.  I was finally clear of lesions three weeks before the end of
the school year, Nurse Kramer winked and signed me out of gym for those
three weeks, saying if I -(TM)d missed that much time I would probably hurt
myself trying to keep up with the girls who had been participating five
days a week for the entire school year.  She still required me to show up
in her office and strip naked during gym class.  She said it was to
preserve our cover story, but looking back I think she just enjoyed seeing
me nude, and truth be told I enjoyed the hour in her office being naked.

   May twenty-sixth, the last day of school, came and there was an
assembly. The Principal and Nurse Kramer spoke about some changes that
would be coming in the new school year in September.  They spoke of
something called the Program, and that our parents would be getting
information packets concerning the Program in the early portion of July. 
They were to read the literature and only if they had objections were they
to return the forms enclosed in the package by July fifteenth.

   My father had been called as a summer evangelist at a resort town along
the Maryland coast for the entire summer.  We packed up and moved our
summer clothes, the dog, and ourselves to a small cottage a block from the
ocean beaches.  We would walk along the boardwalk and my parents would
seethe over the bathing costumes of the men and women basking on the
beaches.  This girl in a thong bikini, that girl topless, that mother with
her pregnancy obvious to everyone in the two-piece suit.  I wore sundresses
that were calf length and a large sunhat.  I was never allowed on the beach
to bathe in the ocean or tan in the sun.  It was immoral.  My father would
rant and rail against that behavior in the pulpit every Sunday and at the
mid-week prayer and hymn sing every Wednesday.  He did this for the entire
summer.

   When we packed to come home on the last day of August, my father told
the church committee that he was glad to be leaving this cesspool of sin,
iniquity and temptation with its exposed flesh and lewd behavior.

   I look back at it now and I laugh.  My parents had their mail held while
we were away.  We arrived home late on a Saturday and went to church where
my father preached his homecoming sermon Sunday morning.  As we greeted the
people leaving the service many asked my father if I was going to get with
the program.  My father, having no idea what was being discussed, assured
the member who asked that this year I would be able to do gym class and
participate in everything else a good girl should at school.  Those folks
shook their heads and left as though the question they had asked had
remained unanswered.

   Monday came and off I went to another school year.  Surprisingly, very
few of my church friends were walking with me to the high school and one,
Brenda Adams, who was, stopped me and asked,  -�Your folks, they didn
-(TM)t object to the Program and your participating in it? -�

    -�What Program, -� I asked her, not remembering the principal's and
Nurse Kramer -(TM)s little speech during the end of school assembly.

    -�Well, it was mentioned before school let out, remember, -� Brenda
told me.  I nodded and I vaguely did remember.  Brenda filled me in with, 
-�The information packets came out in early July.  It was a pile of
non-consent forms and a brochure that was thirty pages of detailed
information about the Naked In School Program. -�

    -�THE WHAT? -� I must have yelled loud enough to be heard two blocks
away.

    -�You really don -(TM)t know, do you, -� Brenda giggled.   -�We are
required to participate in all non-contact sports in gym class nude; cheer
leaders, marching band and color guard will performs nude at all events and
at least one week a month every student must remain nude for all regular
scheduled classes and events.  This includes your mandatory community
service time.  If you choose to remain naked all the time, your grade point
average is given an automatic one-point boost on a four-point scale.  I
-(TM)m going to do the all nude all the time, myself, as I -(TM)m a solid C
student and the extra point will make me a full B and maybe then a college
will look at me for admission. -�

    -�Brenda, we -(TM)ve been away all summer at that evangelist
conference. My folks had all their mail held until we got back.  I don
-(TM)t think my father was even picking the mail up until tomorrow morning.
What do you think I should do? -� My poor brain was working overtime.

    -�Well, the brochure spelled out that on the first day of school
everyone would be nude for the entire day.  Teachers, janitors, staff and
students will all be naked for Program orientation.  Your parents would
have had to sign the non-consent waiver opt-out forms by July fifteenth and
then found a school nearby that would take you as a student.  My guess is
you are stuck with attending here and following the rules. -�

   I thought back to the summer and the people I saw having fun on the
beach in their tiny swim suits.  I admit I had looked at them and had
disagreed with my parents about the  -~sinfulness -(TM) of their flesh. 
God made flesh before he made clothes, and Adam and Eve were content to be
naked until the whole apple incident.  My father reacted angrily when I
tried that on him.  He kept slamming his Bible on the kitchen table and
yelling,  -�Modesty, modesty, modesty --that is the virtue and you shall be
a virtuous girl. -�

   I also remembered all last year the time I spent in Nurse Kramer -(TM)s
office naked while she examined my healing wounds.  She had remarked
several times how lovely I was and what a sin it was for my parents to
insist I keep my body imprisoned under the layers of clothing I was forced
to wear.  I had silently agreed with her.  I enjoyed the freedom of being
in a natural state.

    -�So, basically, we get to school, remove our clothes and go to class?
-� I asked for clarification.

   Brenda responded,  -�Yes, if all you do is go to school.  I -(TM)m on
the color guard.  So all my practices and my performances at games will be
done nude, both home games and away games.  If it is a school-sanctioned
activity it is to be done naked.  I -(TM)m not sure, but I think it even
spills over to school dances. -�

    -�Oh, school-sanctioned activities include work-study and community
service, don -(TM)t they? -� The question was rhetorical, as I knew those
were included.  I also knew that my community service was a candy-striper
position at the local church home for the aged and infirm.

    -�Yes, of course, -� Brenda said and added,  -�On the days you do your
community service, your clothes stay locked up in the school locker and you
travel back and forth to your community service nude.  It is all in the
Program brochure.  Which, you haven -(TM)t read, have you? -� Brenda
giggled, and then she said,  -�My community service is playground pick up
at Rockland Avenue Park.  Now that is going to be interesting. -�

   My first inkling that this really did affect everyone in the school was
seeing the traffic guards, one male and one female, crossing kids to the
school wearing their safety vests, hats and shoes and not one other thing.

   The teachers manning the doors, greeting the students as they arrived
and giving them directions, were similarly unattired.  No, they were all
stark naked.  Brenda and I were directed by a stunning nude Nurse Kramer to
report to the locker banks in the girl -(TM)s locker room of the gym,
remove our clothing and then report to the auditorium for the School Year
Opening Assembly.  Nurse Kramer caught my arm and asked me,  -�Do you
remember the poses I taught you during the days you spent in my office last
year? -�

   I did and told her so although I always thought she positioned me those
ways to better examine the scars and blistering left behind by my
treatments.   -�Would you be willing to demonstrate those positions during
assembly? -� The touch of her hand on my arm felt reassuring.  I said of
course I would, what the heck, four hundred of my closest friends and a few
of my enemies were going to see me as I would see them, naked, so being a
bit more on display to help Nurse Kramer didn -(TM)t make a big difference
to me.

   It was funny, Brenda had so few garments to remove, a t-shirt, a bra,
Bermuda shorts and bikini underpants; while I had a cotton summer sweater,
starched white oxford blouse, camisole, bra, long skirt, half slip, granny
panties because my father believed that modesty extended to a woman -(TM)s
undergarments as well, knee socks and saddle shoes, yet I was out of my
clothes before she had skinned her panties off and into the locker.  I
guess my inner freedom fighter was finally rebelling against the
restrictive life I had been forced to live up to this very moment.  So
restrictive that I was not allowed to put a razor to skin.  I had hair on
my legs and under my arms that had wispy ash blond coloration, and the
patch over my pussy was just a half shade darker and not very full.

   I scampered out of the locker room and met Nurse Kramer at the
auditorium door and she asked me to please join her and the principal up on
the stage.  She again told me how lovely I looked and assured me I would
only be on display for a few moments while she taught the positioning poses
to the rest of the school.

   The principal in his full nude glory gave the 'welcome back from your
summer' speech that rarely varies from school year to school year, he then
turned the assembly over to Nurse Kramer.

    -�Young ladies and young gentlemen, -� a huge swell of giggling went up
in the student seats,  -�you have all read the Program brochure and none of
your parents have filed a non-consent form; this means you shall all be
fully participating in the Program.  Full participation includes posing in
display positions for those who may wish to examine you.  If the request is
reasonable and you will not be made late to a class, you will be expected
to stop in the hallway or in any other public place and display.  These are
the proper display poses. -� Nurse Kramer motioned me forward and
whispered,  -�On my command. -� I nodded I understood.

    -�Position one. -� Nurse Kramer called.  I immediately spread my legs
forty-five degrees, clasped my hands behind my head and pulled myself up
straight.   -�As you can see, position one allows the observer to see every
fold and every nuance of the subject -(TM)s body.  One can touch anywhere
on the body, -� as she said the words she was running hands up and down my
legs then up my buttocks and back to my neck and around to the front where
she caressed my breasts and finally moved down past my navel to wind up
with a finger in my vagina and a thumb massaging my clitoris.

   She stopped just short of my fulfillment and ordered Position Two.  This
was basically the same as position one except I was on my knees with my ass
resting back on my heels rather than standing up.  She described to the
assembly how this pose was easier to hold over the long term and then
called position three which was me still on my knees back straight but now
with the palms of my hands resting upon my knees.

   Position Four was position three standing up.  Feet forty-five degrees
spread, hands on knees, head down and back straight.  This time when Nurse
Kramer demonstrated how easily every area could be touched, she rolled my
nipples between her fingers and did not stop playing with my vagina and
clit until I visibly shuddered in orgasm on stage.  She thanked me for my
participation in the assembly.  I got a round of applause from the audience
and I was allowed to return to my seat.

    -�Wow, -� Brenda reacted as I sat beside her now off stage but in the
very front row of seats.   -�Did I just see the Ice Princess get off on
stage? -� She stifled a giggle unsuccessfully then twitched her nose a
little,  -�Wow again, if I couldn -(TM)t believe my eyes, I sure can trust
my nose, that smells like girl juice. -�

    -�I did and it is, -� I replied, and then I added,  -�Just because I
-(TM)m still a virgin doesn -(TM)t mean my body doesn -(TM)t react to
stimulus. -�

   The rest of the day went much as assembly had.  This year I had US
history, geology/earth science, calculus, lunch, gym, English, and German,
in that order.  I walked into my US history class and Mr.  Potts stopped me
from finding a seat.   -�As you were the official demonstrator for the
assembly today I would like you to repeat your demonstration of the four
positions. -� It was a reasonable request and I did not argue.  I simply
stood and waited for the rest of the class to find seats then as Mr.  Potts
requested them I went through each of the four poses again.  Mr.  Potts
hands on my body felt a bit rougher and less lingering than had Nurse
Kramer -(TM)s hands.  Yet, by the time I was displayed in Position Four, he
had me cumming against his thumb.  He thanked me for the demonstration and
I finally found a seat and waited for the baby buzz in my body to abate.

   Class changed and two senior boys asked me to display as I walked
between classes.  The both wanted Position One and they felt every nook of
my body, one working front and the other back and switching sides.  I
barely made it to geology before the late bell and Ms.  Shea looked at me
with really interested eyes.   -�Class, for the remainder of the school
year, the last student into the class room shall be expected to spend the
first five minutes of the class in front of the class demonstrating the
four posing positions. -� Ms.  Shea pointed to me, I put my book bag down
and she called out the positions she had me wanted to see.  She had me hold
Position Four a very long time and invited each of the class members to
caress and fondle me while I was in it.  Most took advantage of the
playtime, and I certainly didn -(TM)t mind the simulation.

   Somehow we returned to Devonian fossils and bedding planes after that
and the class went quietly.  Then the bell rang and two senior girls who
demanded I pose for them trapped me in the hallway.  Reasonable request and
I did so, barely making it into the cafeteria lunch line before it was
closed off.

   I found Brenda and sat with her and two other girls.  We ate and
compared notes on the morning.  I was the only one who had been posed in
class; but as Brenda noted I was the assembly demonstrator so the teachers
probably felt comfortable using me as a model.  I nodded and told them I
expected this for the rest of the day, by tomorrow everyone will know what
is to be done when posing is requested, so I should be free of that burden,
anyway.

   Lunch over we headed to gym class.  The partitions between the boys and
girls locker rooms had been torn down over the summer and the two shower
rooms made equally accessible to both boys and girls.  Wow, if my father
was upset with my showering nude with girls last year, he was going to be
livid when he found out the boys shared all accommodations with us girls
now.  Even the toilets in the gym locker rooms had been made unisex.  The
girls loved the idea as boys usually only had to pee and the did that
standing up, so we had our stalls (no doors, they had all been removed) in
the former girls' room and the stalls in the boys' room for those days when
we all had to pee at one time.  As it turned out a lot of boys liked to
watch girls pee.  Most of them got excited while doing so.  Which made
their need to pee difficult to complete.

   Since today none of us had anything to remove and place in our locker,
we all peed before going to class.  Several of the boys stood in the line
up  -~happy to see us -(TM).  Thereafter, Coach Kersch and Ms.  Cohen, the
two gym teachers in the school who were both nude, reviewed the  -~release
and relief -(TM) policy of the Program.  If any student or faculty member
felt at any time at the start of class that he or she needed release, the
code word for masturbation, or relief, the code word for sex with a
partner, they could request it.  Further, any male student or faculty
member seen to be in a persistent state of arousal would be permitted
release and any female student or faculty member needing release could
satisfy themselves.  This had to take place openly in the classroom or on
school grounds.   -�For instance, -� Ms.  Cohen told us,  -�today we are
going to play flag football on the outdoor practice field.  If any of you
need release or relief feel free to do so out on the field.  Our supplies
of towels to mop the gym floor haven -(TM)t arrived yet, so we ask you not
to do it in here just yet. -� The class broke nervous laughter until she
blew her whistle and we quieted down, she continued,  -�The locker rooms
and the rest rooms are OFF limits.  The shower rooms are open for both
relief and release activities. -�

   Another toot of the whistle and we were all outside choosing sides and
starting our pick up football games.  Running around naked outside of the
school felt exciting and I was as happy as a girl could be with the freedom
of spirit to match the freedom of nudity.  Another set of whistles signaled
shower time and two boys asked me for relief.  I had no idea what to do for
them.  Brenda came to my rescue, embarrassing me in the process,  -�She
-(TM)s a virgin guys, she has no ideas what you are asking for, mind if I
demonstrate for her? -� With that she was on her knees before one boy and,
yuck, she stuck his thing in her mouth.  The other boy had his thing
wrapped up in her fist and she was moving rapidly up and down with her hand
on it.  She stopped rubbing the second boy; as the first seemed to fill her
mouth with what, pee?  Then she let her mouth off of the first boy and
quickly gobbled up the second while now rubbing the first boy -(TM)s penis
with her free hand.  In minutes the second boy unloaded his stuff into
Brenda -(TM)s mouth.  She came over to me and kissed me on the lips giving
me my very first taste of boy cum.   -�That, my darling, is giving relief.
-� She then went under the spray of the showerheads to finish her shower.

   In English, Mr.  Falcone asked for a two-paragraph report on the
emotions we -(TM)d experienced thus far while being program participants.
Tomorrow we would exchange papers and read them to the class, but Mr. 
Falcone warned that any attempts at humor or ridicule at another -(TM)s
expense would be subject to punishment.

   I finished my two paragraphs and handed them in, third to finish behind
Brenda and a boy named Alan.  Mr.  Falcone was dismissing us as we
finished, so I got a head start to my last period German class.

   Ms.  Schiller, and my heavens, who knew that behind that bun and stiff
tweed teacher suit she used to wear to class in my sophomore year there lay
such an exquisitely sculpted woman, had us recite the proper and slang
German words for the various parts of the body.  Oh, and who was the lucky
display model, wow, you got it right the first time, ME.

   The final bell rang for class that day.  Brenda did not take German; her
last class was music appreciation.  I saw her head out to the practice
field for her color guard practice and we smiled and waved at each other. I
was waiting in the parking lot for the schools van which Ms.  Cohen; the
gym teacher would use to take the six of us assigned to the nursing home to
our community service assignments.

   Five days a week, for the last year and now this one, while school was
in session, I wheeled a little cart from room to room at the home offering
magazines, newspapers and books to the residents and stopping to chat with
them.  I have to admit I felt a little awkward doing this naked today. 
There were five others in the facility also as bare as I was so I wasn
-(TM)t alone.  I was separated from the group going through the resident
-(TM)s rooms, though.

   Some of the others were serving snacks or doing recreation activities
with the more able residents.  I had those who had been in the therapy pool
or physical therapy earlier and were now resting in their room.  I was
awkward and nervous until I entered the first room where two women in their
late seventies slept.   -�Gladys, wake up dear, it is that nice girl who
brings us the papers and she -(TM)s naked. -� Martha the woman who had the
bed closest to the door called to her roommate.

    -�I wasn -(TM)t asleep, -� Gladys, replied,  -�just resting my eyes
and, GIRL, I am so glad I did! -� She put her glasses back on and looked me
up and down and asked that I turn around for them and come out from behind
the cart.  I did and they beamed.   -�We are so delighted to finally see
you and not all those awful clothes your parents forced on you, dear.  You
are lovely. -� This from Martha.  Gladys echoed with,  -�Wait til the boys
down the hall catch a glimpse of you, honey, those limp dishrags will be
looking for a little action before you leave tonight I -(TM)m sure of it.
Oh, don -(TM)t look so shocked.  We may not get it often at our age, but
that doesn -(TM)t mean we don -(TM)t still want some. -� She grinned and
added,  -�Go on, girl, get that cute behind down the hall and stir up some
fire in those men, so Martha and I can haul some ashes later. -�

   Horny septuagenarians, who knew?  I was laughing as I entered Steve and
Bill -(TM)s room just across the hall.   -�Hi guys, anything I can get you
this afternoon?  Today -(TM)s papers, this months magazines and a couple of
good mystery books on the cart today. -�

   Bill looked up and muttered,  -�I -(TM)ve died and this is heaven --no,
wait --it is hell I -(TM)m still trapped in this old body and there is a
naked girl in front of me offering me can I get you anything. -� Steve
laughed and had not yet looked up from the book he was reading,  -�Yeah,
right, tell her to stand around until I finish this last chapter and maybe
I -(TM)ll look at the books she has on her cart, -� pause turn page, must
have been the end, look up,  -�Oh my lord, Bill there -(TM)s a naked girl
in our room. -�

   All three of us had a good laugh and I explained the Program to them and
how any school related activity such as my community service project had to
be done in the nude.  They tried to hide it but from the stirrings under
their sheets I could see that Martha and Gladys would be getting a little
action later.  Steve did pick out a new book and left the old one on the
cart and I left Bill with the latest  -~who -(TM)s hot and who -(TM)s not
in a bikini -� edition of People magazine.

   So it went down my corridor, alternating the female and male rooms with
the reactions being positive down to Henrietta in the fifth and final
female room.  She took one look at me and yelped,  -�Young lady, does your
father know you are prancing about in the all together? -�

    -�He did not sign me out of the Program, ma -(TM)am. -� I honestly
replied, (omitting some key facts).

    -�Well, I cannot believe it of him or of you, now scat and don -(TM)t
come back in here until you are decent. -�

   I didn -(TM)t know it then, but within the next two minutes my old life
ended.

   I finished my shift.  The rest of my people were jovial and excited at
the novelty of having a nude teen-ager catering to their needs, so I
thought, 'Ten positive and one negative reaction; I guess this can be fun
for everyone'.

   Ms.  Cohen was waiting for us with the school van when our hours were
completed and she drove us back to the school parking lot.  One of the boys
on the van looked out and yelled back to me,  -�Hey, Pastor is out in the
parking lot swinging a leather strap and he looks angry. -�

   Ms.  Cohen, still as nude as any of us, told us all to wait in the van
and she would speak to my father first.  Through the closed doors of the
van I heard my father shout,  -�Shameless hussy, -� in Ms.  Cohen -(TM)s
face and he then proceeded to lay into her with the strap.

   I jumped out of the van and yelled,  -�Daddy stop! -�

   He wheeled to face me and yelled in return,  -�Daddy?  I -(TM)m not the
Daddy to any slut who would exhibit herself so shamelessly, and in a
nursing home of all places!  Yes, Henrietta called me and asked me when I
approved of the Program.  I had no idea what she was talking about until
your mother called saying she had picked up the mail and there was
something in it I should see right away.  I left the church office came
home and read the filth material concerning this program and shot right
over here to wait for you.  Had you been clothed I would have forgiven you.
As I found your clothing, the clothing I bought for you, in your locker, I
have that in my car.  You have never purchased anything of your own in your
life.  Every stitch you wear and I provided every other thing you needed.
No more, what you have now is what you leave with, your life, your body and
your shame; I have taken action to have your name stricken from the family
records.  I gave that to you and I now take it back.  Good-bye little whore
and don -(TM)t come crying to my wife.  She is in perfect agreement with me
on this matter. -�

   There I stood in nothing, with nothing, and with nowhere to go.  Ms. 
Cohen was asking if there were any other adults she could contact who might
put me up for a night or two until this blew over with my folks. 
Considering the fact she had huge welts on her body from the whipping she
had received at the hand of the man who used to call himself my father she
was optimistic to think the matter would blow over.  It never did and I
have not seen nor heard from my birth parents since that day.

   Nurse Kramer save the day, or evening, when she came out of the school
building and saw the disaster that had transpired.   -�She -(TM)ll feel
better after a hot bath, a cup of tea and a good night -(TM)s sleep. 
Helen, she -(TM)ll come home with me tonight. -�

   Helen Cohen didn -(TM)t argue, although I learned she was seconds away
from offering me a bed for the night herself.  Mr.  Cohen was the
vice-principal at the town middle school, the one the kids not in the
church -(TM)s school attended.  They had two boys, seven and nine, and a
Labrador retriever named Max.  I didn -(TM)t know how well a nude
eighteen-year-old girl would fit into the Cohen household.

   Nurse Kramer, Samantha, (she asked me to call her Sam or Sammie), lived
alone following a childless marriage to an abusive man and an acrimonious
divorce.  She had two bedrooms in her condo and could handle my presence
less stressfully than Ms.  Cohen.

   She was right.  I soaked in the condo association hot tub, took a nice
bubble bath, wrapped up in one of Sam -(TM)s terry cloth robes and was
sound asleep in her spare bedroom by nine o -(TM)clock that night.  Sam
offered me sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear to school the next morning and
I declined.  I officially entered myself in the
raise-my-grade-point-average, I -(TM)ll-stay-naked-all-year part of the
Program.  Uy male parent and his spouse who stood behind him could go to
wherever his soul could be damned.

   The next day was a blur of social workers, counselors, and the principal
and vice-principal sorting out what to do with me.  I had no money, no job,
no clothes and no family.  I couldn't be put into the foster care system
because foster kids had to be less than eighteen.

    -�Forget all that nonsense, -� Nurse Kramer told the whole bunch of
them,  -�She -(TM)ll come live with me.  I need someone to make a hot meal,
keep the place clean and keep me company, before I turn into a cat lady. -�
Everyone in the room laughed at that, for looking at Sam, even now in her
white nurse uniform (the faculty was clothed again but had rolling teach in
the nude days scheduled for the rest of the year) everyone knew she would
never lack for companionship.

   But, that was how it went for my junior and senior year of high school.
I lived with Sam, went to school naked, and at every function and every
dance and every sporting event, rain or shine, I was there in the buff.  My
skin bronzed to a rich dark luster as I spent a lot of the time naked and
outdoors.  Just as did old Mrs.  Wilcox, I had discovered the joy of
gardening nude.  I earned pocket money, (wait, I didn -(TM)t have pockets),
so I earned money doing part time landscaping first for the high school as
a work-study project and then later the Board of education hired me to do
landscape gardening at the two elementary and one middle school as well. 
Sam had me put every cent into the bank toward college and literally
covered all of my expenses for school.  She had become mother and best
friend to me and we hung out together in our free time.  I loved her but
never made love to her and she felt the same about me.  We did occasionally
take the time for mutual release.  She loved being watched when she
masturbated and I loved watching her.  It was she who renamed me Greta.

   During the March of my senior year I was visited in school by the
national vice-president of Sigma Kappa Gamma sorority, who interviewed me
for a possible scholarship to a school called Philadelphia Fashion
Institute of Technical Design (referred to as P-FIT by alumni and
students). Sam Kramer was an SKG sister and had worked behind the scenes to
arrange this opportunity.  Sam also told me that she was my home, and any
time I needed to come home to cry on a shoulder or just spend some time,
her door opened with my key.

   Oh, how I loved that woman.

   Let me rest a while and perhaps, if you are really good, I -(TM)ll share
my college years with you, later.



   Part 2

   Greta -(TM)s Story: Junior Year

   I woke up in Sam -(TM)s condo on the third morning of my junior year of
high school and found myself slightly disoriented.  I of course expected to
wake up in the long cotton-wool-blend flannel nightie that came to my
ankles, and to awaken in the home the church provided for its pastor and
his family.

   Instead I woke up under a light blanket, (warm but very lightweight) and
stark naked.  I looked around, shocked that it wasn -(TM)t my old room, nor
was it my old life.  I remembered then, this was Sam Kramer -(TM)s condo; I
was in her spare bedroom, now officially my bedroom, and I had committed
myself to remaining nude for the rest of the school year.

   I climbed out of bed and padded my way bare foot into the bathroom I was
to use.  Sam had two in the condo; one attached to her master bedroom and
this one at the top of the stairs.  There was another half bath, just a
commode and sink, in a closet type room between the kitchen and garage on
the first floor.  On the second floor, in addition to my room and the
master suite, there was an alcove with a desk and a laptop computer.  Sam
told me this was my study area and my computer was slaved to her printer
downstairs in her home office.  My parents had believed computers and the
Internet were tools of the devil and had never allowed one in the home.  To
be able to do my research and gather information at home instead of having
to sneak to the public library (another den of iniquity and filth according
to my father) was a sheer luxury for me.

   It had taken all of two nights in Sam -(TM)s house to realize how
relaxed the dress code was.  Sam -(TM)s idea of formal wear was a
to-the-knee robe tied loosely at the waist with a sash-type belt.  Sports
wear and casual wear were the same style.  Usually Sam stayed naked.  I
could not possibly be uncomfortable with my nudity when this gorgeous
thirty-two year old school nurse was right there setting the example.

   Sam -(TM)s condo was one of twelve, built three on a side, forming a
square with an open courtyard in their center.  It was here that the pool,
hot tub and sun decks were located.  Additionally, each condo had a
courtyard-facing balcony off of the master bedroom.  From the activity
around the pool last evening I gathered the condo association was either
nudity accepting or clothing optional.  Sam took me around and introduced
me to several men and women and explained I was her ward and would be
staying with her for a while.  I had never had to hug so many naked women
nor shake hands with so many naked men in my life.  That would change as
time went on of course but for only my second full day as a committed
nudist it was weird.

   The previous night I thought I embarrassed Sam to death when I needed
help with a calculus problem in my homework.  I yelled into the next room,
-�Mom! -�

   She came at a run and said,  -�What? -�

    -�OMG I -(TM)m so sorry, -� I said.

    -�For what, little one? -�

   I tried to cover with,  -�For disturbing you from what you were doing.
-�

   She grinned at me and stroked my shoulder.   -�I am not your mother, but
since we met in your sophomore year I have loved you as if you were my
daughter, so do not worry if that slips out once in a while. -� She then
saw the calculus problem suggested a way to solve the problem and we both
relaxed into our relationship.

   The next afternoon following school she and I went shopping at the local
drog store and she picked up some stuff I -(TM)d never seen nor heard of
before.  When we got home, she put me in her tub in the master bedroom
suite bathroom, and proceeded to show me how to groom myself.  She used a
very narrow electric razor to trim my bush back to a light stubble, and a
hair removal cr�"me on my legs and backside.  Wow, I had never felt this
naked, naked, before.  When she told me I had gone from cavewoman to modern
twenty-first century teen-ager in the two hours we had spent in the
bathroom my response was a long drawn out,  -�Sam. -� She, as our
relationship gained time and experience, was fond of telling everyone that,
 -�SAM -� yelled in certain tones and at certain volumes with many facial
expressions accompanying it could mean everything from  -�I -(TM)m in pain
to you are embarrassing me. -�

   I was concerned that the next day was another community service day,
Candy Striping at the nursing home, and I was now really nude.  Sam
lovingly asked, "Except for Henrietta how did the folks react on Monday?"
When I told her that everyone else just accepted it as part of my school
work (I didn -(TM)t tell her how happy some of the women were to reap the
benefits of my being on display for the men) and it did not stop me from
doing my assigned work, she told me I should just go and be honest with the
residents.

   Well, first I had another whole day of classes to get through.  Sam
drove an older jeep with a convertible top.  So strapped in to the
passenger seat, with her next to me in her nursing uniform driving, I rode
wind in hair and on bare skin to school with her.

   About twenty percent of the student body had opted for the  -~all nude
all the time -(TM) program participation.  Among them was Barb Adams, who
had warned me what to expect while walking to school the first day.  Barb
-(TM)s parents attended the church my father pastored; her father was on
the Trustee Board and her mother taught Sunday school there.  She and I
shared first period class and before the bell rank she asked me to see her
after class ended.

    -�How are things going, -� Barb asked first as we walked together down
the corridor.

    -�It -(TM)s a little weird, I woke up this morning and didn -(TM)t know
where I was at first, but Sam, er, Nurse Kramer, has been very nice and
supportive, Barb, so I -(TM)m getting by, how are you doing? -�

    -�Great, -� she giggled.   -�The church has been rotating the trustee
board meetings in members homes while the administrative wing is being
redone.  Last night they met in our house.  Mom had me serve the snacks,
just as I am, and I realized afterward that she did it to gain a measure of
support for you, -� Barb paused,  -�nine trustees and Pastor in attendance.
The only one offended by my natural state was Pastor.  He went on a
diatribe about how the human body is sinful and should not be gazed upon,
not even between married couples who should pray forgiveness every time
they lusted for each other -(TM)s flesh.  Mom walked in then, she had
quietly stripped in the kitchen, my Dad rose and hugged her close and told
Pastor to his face that anyone who considered the sight of his wife and
daughter offensive was not welcome in his home.  Only Pastor and one other
trustee rose to leave.  When they had gone the balance of the board
discussed how pastor had treated you and what they had just observed.  They
voted and all eight were in agreement, Pastor should request a transfer and
resign this pulpit. -� Finishing with a smile, she added,  -�Everyone would
welcome you back, naked, whenever you wish to return, Greta. -�

    -�Thanks, Barb, -� I said,  -�I do so love you and your Mom and Dad for
taking a risk and taking a stand against that rigid opinionated bigot;
however, I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)ll be returning to that church for a
while. -�

    -�Well, you are welcome in our home for dinner or to visit whenever you
wish, -� Barb winked,  -�just as you are without one stitch.  I -(TM)ll be
there that way also, you know, and bring Sam too; Mom and Daddy would
really like to meet her. -� Barb peeled off down the side corridor to her
next class while I continued on to my next one with a smile on my face.  I
had a friend my age, who was also living the naked life style and her folks
were accepting of the changes going on in the world around them.

   I stuck my head into the Nurse -(TM)s office and seeing no one there
waiting to see her I knocked on Sam -(TM)s office door.

    -�Enter. -�

    -�Hi, Sam, I just saw Barb Adams and her folks want us to come to
dinner some day soon.  Gotta run, class in three minutes. -�

   The saucy seniors in the nursing home were so happy to see me.  I
wheeled my cart from room to room, delivering magazines and books, but what
they really wanted was for me to sit on the foot of the bed, or in a chair
and chat for a while.  One of the aides told me later that while the nudity
didn -(TM)t hurt at all, what they enjoyed most was my openness and
willingness to let them be a part of my life.  Several of the residents had
grand children and in one case a great grandchild who were either just
coming of age for Program participation or in the Program themselves.  I
could sense that some of the questions they asked me were so they would
have answers for their own families.  Yes, and the bonus was the guys were
stimulated sufficiently by the end of my visits that the women  -~got some
-(TM) that night.  I still can -(TM)t wrap my head around that one.  My
first workday at the residence, following the incident with my father, I
found out that Henrietta, the woman who had ratted me out to my father, had
been moved to a different wing of the facility.

   The two new women in Henrietta -(TM)s old room were in their sixties. 
One had suffered a stroke and was going through rehabilitation and the
other had lost a leg in an accident.  She was waiting for a prosthesis leg
and also going through physical therapy.  Sarah and May would become
important to my life as junior year went on.  Both of them had pool therapy
as part of their physical rehabilitation.  I could not swim, my father had
decided long ago that swim suits were tools of Satan to allow women -(TM)s
flesh to be exposed to the lustful eyes of men, but I was scheduled for
swim class in the spring half of Junior year.  The pair of them got me
assigned to transportation on their therapy days and I would wheel them in
their wheelchairs to the pool and wait for the sessions to be finished so I
could wheel them back to their room.  Sarah, who had the stroke, went into
the water and the therapist held her with a harness device that allowed her
to move her arms and legs in a swimming motion.

   The therapist seeing my rapt attention as to what she was doing, invited
me into the pool.  She hooked me to the device and showed me how she could
tension it or relax it allowing the  -~swimmer -(TM) to work his or her
muscles, but the therapist maintained control so the swimmer was never at
risk of sinking or drowning.  I told her I was a non-swimmer and was afraid
to put my face in the water at all.  May, who before her accident loved
water aerobics, yelled,  -�If we have to relearn how to swim, Greta, you
have to learn too. -� So began six weeks of them watching me hooked up in
the harness that they also used, gradually going from doggie paddle to a
reasonable freestyle over stroke.  Just before the pair of them was
discharged I swam the length of the pool on my own.  The cheering from the
therapists and the two women almost made me forget what I was doing. 
Fortunately by that time I was out of the deep end and on my way back to
the shallow when that happened.

   By November, the district superintendent of the denomination had
reassigned my birth parents and a younger, more receptive, pastor called to
take charge of the church.  The church started a coffee house every other
Friday, which they called the Oasis for teens in and out of the Program to
gather and interact in a safe haven.  Sam and I attended several times that
year when they had live groups entertaining.  The Adams -(TM) had spread
the word that I was now using Greta Demure as my name and I was always
welcomed as Greta, my old raw wounds left behind by years of parental abuse
were slowly healing.

   Sam -(TM)s mom, who insisted I call her Gramma Kramer, came for a visit
the week of Thanksgiving.  I gave up my room for her and Sam moved me in
with her in her king sized bed for the five nights of her visit.  From the
time Gramma arrived the first day until she retired to bed she was dressed
in a knee length dress and sensible shoes.  Intent on baking fresh apple
and peach pies for Thanksgiving dinner, Gramma was up first the Wednesday
before Thanksgiving.  I heard the shower close down and waited for the
bathroom door to open and close before I snuck out of the covers, carefully
lifting Sam -(TM)s arm off of my waist, to go pee.  Thus relieved, I
wandered down stairs to the kitchen to get some orange juice and maybe a
piece of toast and walked in on a sight that stopped me cold.

   Gramma Kramer, wearing nothing but an old fashioned apron was hard at
work on the dough for the piecrusts.  I coughed and got her attention, she
turned,  -�Good morning, dear, you look lovely, as always, would you like
pancakes for breakfast? -�

    -�Yes, please, -� I said, and used to making them for Sam offered, 
-�may I help you? -�

    -�No dear, I know Sam is not much of a cook, and I know that you have
been caring for her as much as she has been caring for you.  While I -(TM)m
here you relax and let me care for the both of you. -� Gramma made me sit
got me a glass of juice and a cup of coffee and we chatted.  Turns out Sam
was raised by a couple of nudists who owned a time share at Sun Tan Valley
Naturist Vacation Resort, Gramma continued to spend the summer there even
after her husband passed away and her daughter went off to college.  The
apron was to prevent flour and other ingredients from getting into her
hair, her pubic hair, because it was such a mess to get out later.

   She told the usual parents embarrassing their children stories about Sam
when she was a girl and she had me laughing so hard I needed to use the
half bath off the kitchen to pee again.  When I returned to the kitchen,
Sam was sitting in her usual chair muttering,  -�Mother, you did not tell
Greta THAT story, please tell me you didn -(TM)t. -�

    -�Which story, Sam, -� I asked in impish innocence.

    -�Never, you mind which story, -� she sort of gargled and her mother
and I laughed even harder.

   We spent the day running errands and doing chores around the condo and
all three of us relaxed for a while in the hot tub.  When Gramma went to
bed, she hugged me tighter than anyone ever had, and whispered,  -�You are
so good for my daughter and you are so loved, by her and by me.  Never
forget that. -�

   As I slipped into Sam -(TM)s bed later, Sam turned to me and said, 
-�Greta, you need to know that if I had been able to bear my own child, I
could never have gotten one I could love more than you, thank you for
letting me part of your life. -�

   I cried myself to sleep with happiness that night.

   Thanksgiving night my  -~other -(TM) education began.  I heard noise
coming from Sam -(TM)s side of the bed and rolled over to find her
fingering her lower lady parts.   -�Oh -�, I said and rolled back over to
give her privacy to finish.

   When she had, she tenderly asked if she had embarrassed me.  I told her
no I just thought maybe she had a bellyache and needed something to relieve
it.

   As soon as the words came out we both realized the unintended double
entendre I had uttered and laughed so hard we must have awakened Gramma in
the next room, for she knocked and then walked in to Sam -(TM)s room to
find out what the noise was all about.

    -�Greta caught me satisfying myself, Mom, -� Sam admitted to her
mother.

    -�I thought she was sick and I wanted to see if she needed help, -� I
said sheepishly, which set all three of us off again.

   Gramma shocked me when she asked,  -�Do you take pleasure in your own
release, little one? -�

    -�I know girls do, and I know how from Sam -(TM)s lectures, but no I
never have, -� I blurted.

   Gramma snuggled in on my left and Sam was still on my right and the two
of them went to work on me.  Sam supported me in a half sitting half
reclining position and Gramma did all the work.  Slow circles around my
nipples with her thumbs were followed by butterfly kisses down my stomach
before tender loving hands stroked my thighs to separation and then it was
Gramma -(TM)s fingers dancing on my clitoris that brought me groaning to my
first massive orgasm.  Sam -(TM)s mom -(TM)s touch set me off to a second.
To say I slept very well that night is an understatement and when I woke
needing to pee, I was still sandwiched between my foster parent and her
mother.  For the first time in my life I realized I felt loved, safe and
secure.

   Friday morning over coffee the three of us talked.  Sam told me that in
her position of authority over me, she would never touch me sexually. 
Short of that I was to feel free to masturbate myself whenever I felt the
need.  Further, I was allowed to watch Sam when she felt the need arise as
well.  Gramma smiled and said,  -�It is simple little one, it is an itch
and when you itch you scratch. -� That got an, -(TM)ew, gross, -(TM) out of
me and both older women laughed.

   Gramma quietly told me, that afternoon while Sam went for groceries, why
Sam could not have children.  Her husband, a football player for the
college they both attended, had strong anger management issues.  Sam had
been openly bi-sexual all of her life, but chose to marry her boyfriend. 
While on their honeymoon he had caught her chatting with an attractive pool
attendant and assumed Sam and the other girl were going to get together for
lesbian sex.  He caught Sam in their room and beat her badly then kicked
her in her pubic area several times so hard her uterus ruptured.  He went
to jail, she went to the hospital and had her uterus removed to stop the
bleeding internally.  That was ten years ago.

   Sam, who wanted a family desperately, could never have a child of her
own.  She changed her career track from surgical nursing to school nursing
and counseling, just to be around the children she could not have.  She
trained as a foster parent for the same reason.   -�Now, -� Gramma
whispered,  -�she has the little girl she always craved.  I -(TM)m happy to
say I also have a granddaughter I adore. -� She kissed me, and I hugged her
in return.  Wow, did I feel loved, safe and secure.

   Friday night Sam, Gramma and I attended the Thanksgiving football game
at the high school stadium.  We watched as the cheerleaders did their
routine nude, and the color guard lead the marching band on to the field at
half time with Barb Adams, holding the school flag in the leather flag
holder stark naked.  After the game Barb and her folks and the three of us
met at the church coffee house to chat.  It was cool, the two high school
kids naked, the adults clothed and just talking like friends and family do
about this and that and the other thing.

   Barb mentioned to me that the new pastor was thinking of adding a
clothing optional youth service to the Sunday morning schedule and if I
would be willing to come back to church she would happily attend that
service with me.  I looked at Sam, who knew this place was a hurtful memory
for me, and she said,  -�It might help with the healing process Greta, why
not try it for a week or two and see if you can reconcile the past to your
new present. -�

   The services were to begin in January, after the New Year.  I agreed to
go with Barb for that month of Sundays and make a decision whether to
continue on the first Sunday of February.

   December was a blur.  Preparations for midterms, preparations for
Christmas both at the nursing home and at Sam -(TM)s place and preparations
for the first annual trek to Gramma -(TM)s house for Christmas ate up my
waking hours.  My resident -(TM)s got a kick out of me wearing a pointy elf
cap and elf ears around the nursing home the week before Winter break
began. I got several pats on the bum along with requests of a somewhat blue
or off color nature for what the old guys wanted for Christmas.  Bill and
Steve had always looked but never touched.  The Friday before I was to be
away I let them run their hands over my body touching me wherever they
wished.  I don -(TM)t know about them but I was certainly aroused, I left
them with,  -�Merry Christmas, boys, and think about me when I -(TM)m away.
-� The smiles on their faces assured me they would.

   Martha and Gladys were delighted I could spend a few extra minutes
chatting with them and they asked questions about the Program and whether I
had done it yet because of the program.

    -�Nope, girls, happy to report I am still a virgin, and unless the guy
asks me to marry him, I hope to stay that way.  Although I have learned to
do a few other things to keep them happy, -� I winked and left them
laughing as I left their room.

   The rest of my shift went pretty much the same except in room seven. 
The woman in that room while accepting of my nudity had always been
standoffish.  I walked in to her room, her name was Theodora, but everyone
called her Teddy, and said,  -�How is my Teddy bear today. -�

   She smiled and patted the edge of her bed, something she had not done
before, and opened up,  -�Greta, all my life I have been a lesbian.  When
my lover died and I was left alone I came here, hoping to find
companionship, not sexual but friendly companionship.  But, I found myself
lonely in a crowded room.  Then you walked into that room and everyone
brightened up and wanted a moment of your time.  When you left, the
conversation was about you, how your confidence had increased, how lovingly
you cared for our needs, how funny you were poking fun at us and yourself
and just how alive you made us all feel.  I was able to find common ground
and chat with the others about you and they became a lot more receptive and
accepting of me in return.  Now, here is my Christmas wish.  I know you
have been letting the men touch you as their Christmas gift from you. 
Would you let me have the same gift? -�

   Gramma had been the only woman to ever touch me and arouse my pleasure
centers, but Teddy was also special to me.  I nodded yes and moved up the
bed closer to her hands.  I almost didn -(TM)t ever want to leave her room.
This woman knew what she was doing and had me climbing the walls in less
than three minutes.  I kissed her forehead and thanked her; she smiled and
said,  -�No, dear, thank you for making this old girl feel alive again. -�

   Sam picked me up at the end of my shift; she had our backpacks in the
rear of the jeep and was holding what looked like a long t-shirt in her
hands.

    -�You are officially off of the school clock and not in the Program
until opening bell in January, and the airline would be correct in their
turning you away at the security check point if you were to try to fly
naked. -� My foster parent told me holding out the mint green garment.  I
slipped it over my head, the first clothing I -(TM)d worn since September,
and it felt weird and not in a good way.   -�Can -(TM)t wait to get to
Gramma -(TM)s and get this thing off, -� was my response.  Sam laughed.

   Gramma picked us up at the airport, driving an ancient Volvo station
wagon, and after hugs, kisses, and a  -�can I get naked yet? -� from me we
piled in for the ride home to Gramma -(TM)s house.  Oh, by the way, the
answer from both of them was a loud,  -�NO! -�

   I actually threatened to roll down the window of the Volvo back seat and
shout to the state trooper in the other lane,  -�Help I -(TM)m being
kidnapped by two women who are forcing me to wear clothes. -�

   Gramma ended my threat with,  -�Sweetie, this state has not legalized
the Program yet.  It is due for implementation next September starting in
the middle schools, if you were to run around naked now, you would get
arrested. -�

   My response of,  -�OH POOH! -� almost caused an accident with the two of
them laughing so hard.

   Gramma -(TM)s place was fantastic.  It had once been a working farm for
tomatoes peppers and the usual summer salad type veggies.  When Gramma lost
her husband to cancer, she could not work the acreage alone and she had
replanted the fields with pine trees of several varieties.  Some were
harvested each year for Christmas trees, while the stand of white and
yellow pine was maturing for sale as lumber timber.  Two acres of scrub
pine were growing for the turpentine and pulp paper industry.  Gramma did
none of the work, contracting out to a timber company and the Christmas
trees were  -~cut your own -(TM).

   The farm -(TM)s house was nine rooms of tasteful country living.  Gramma
-(TM)s kitchen was larger than Sam -(TM)s entire second floor at home and
the five bedrooms were all as large as Sam -(TM)s master bedroom suite.

   Sam returned to the room she had used until she left for college, and
the one to which she returned following her failed marriage and her
surgery. Gramma assigned me the one next to Sam -(TM)s.  They had a
connecting bathroom between and if we left the doors open it was like one
huge suite.  Gramma -(TM)s room was across the hall and the connecting
bedroom on that side was used as her home office.

   I looked out the window into the yard, and wow again, Gramma had a lap
pool, hot tub and a sauna out back along with the biggest deck with a huge
outdoor grill/kitchen.  A volleyball court and horseshoe pitch completed
the yard area.  An eight-foot cement block privacy wall separating the
personal quarters from the working farm surrounded it.

   I yelled to Gramma,  -�Now can I get naked and go for a swim? -�

   Sam and her mother responded at the same time,  -�YES! -�

   That was how we spent our winter break; all three of us Kramer women
[Gramma included me as one of them] naked, sunning by the pool, pitching
horseshoes and Sam teaching me how to play volleyball.  Gramma later told
me she went to college on an athletic scholarship for volleyball and Sam,
even after laying off of the sport for several years, was still a fine
coach and player.

   I only received two gifts for Christmas that year.  Sam gave me an I-pod
nano, preloaded with a ton of my favorite music and Gramma gave me the keys
and title to the Volvo.  Turns out she had a brand new BMW Cayenne in the
garage and had been planning this surprise for over a month with my sneaky
foster mother working behind the scenes to keep it hushed up.

   Sam taught me to drive a stick shift on the jeep up home, so I had no
problem mastering the Volvo gearbox.  To say I was happy as a clam in a
mucky bed of sand would be an understatement.

   One of the loggers was an over the road trucker in the slow season for
timbering and had made room in his trailer to take the Volvo up to our
house during his run in January.  Wow, was I a happy girl.

   Browner from the sun, fatter from Gramma -(TM)s cooking [Gramma -(TM)s
mantra is  -~eat you -(TM)re too thin -(TM)] AND happier than I ever
thought I could be only three months before, I slipped into the t-shirt
dress for our return flight to home, missing Gramma already.

   Sam and I took the Volvo to motor vehicle to get license plates and
change the registration to our state from Gramma -(TM)s and I could not
understand why Sam was laughing so hard when we put the new plates on the
car.  My plates were SAC-B52, which Sam explained to me were the initials
for the United States Air Force Strategic Air Command, and the airplane
they flew the legendary B-52 bomber.

   From that point on my Volvo had her name.  She was christened the Blue
Bomber with a bottle of ginger ale poured over her hood, that very night.
Sam equipped the Blue Bomber with an I pod dock and added the GPS
application to the I pod.  Since it also doubled as a hands free phone I
couldn -(TM)t get lost nor be out of contact with Sam while driving.  She
had a GPS tracker program in hr laptop and would know at any time I was in
it where the car was.  As this system book marked every location that the
car was placed into park, Sam would have a reasonable idea where I was even
when I was out of the car.

   Her reasoning was a naked girl driving a car and that was reason enough.

   The car, Barb Adams and volleyball ate up what little free time I had
after extending my hours at the nursing home.  Without the car I had only
been able to work three p.m.  to six p.m.  With the car I added an hour to
weekday afternoons and the facility offered me nine dollars and hour to
work eight a.m.  to eight p.m.  on Saturday.  Sam was covering my
insurance, but I had to pay for my own gas.  My after tax paycheck for
Saturday would take care of that nicely.  Barb and I hung out all the time
we could.  Usually just Golden Arches drive through for milk shakes and
fries or some other garbage teens ingest without thinking.  Then sit and
talk, about boys, about school, about being naked all the time and about
our lives.  Barb was coming to grips with the fact she liked boys but she
loved girls.  Sam, Barb and I had a long talk at our kitchen table about
the responsibilities of being an out of the closet bi-sexual.  Sam drew on
her own painful experience and its consequences when counseling Barb about
the life style.

    -�So it is easier to love one or the other but not both? -� I had asked
them while we were discussing all of this.

    -�As an example, and if you are then it makes a bigger difference, let
-(TM)s say you and Barb are lovers, -� Sam began and Barb and I looked at
each other and grinned.   -�Sam we are not, but we -(TM)ve talked about
that possibility many times, -� I told my foster parent.

    -�I would welcome Barb into the family with open arms if that is what
you choose, Greta, -� Sam told me and both Barb and I blushed down to the
perky tips of our naked breasts.

    -�But getting back to the example, you and she are lovers.  Then one of
you decides to take a man as a partner on the side.  You know that each
other are clean; you are both virgins and have only played with each other
exclusively.  But, where has the boy been?  With whom and how often and how
many whoms have there been?  Who had they been with before him, and so on.
One of you could pick up a disease from the other due to the added sex
partner in the mix.  Or what if the same thing happens to you that happened
to me, a jealous lover thinking your cheating with another girl or boy
hurts you physically?  It is possible.  So, yes, being bi-sexual is a
serious lifestyle choice. -� Sam left it at that rich food for thought
needed processing to digest.

   Barb slept over that night in my room, and all we did was talk and
sleep, eventually.  The talking took up most of the night.

   The new pastor of the church, the Reverend Doctor Dalton, BA, Mdiv, ThD,
seemed a bit pretentious to me at first.  After all here were eighty or so
young people and their parents in the pews about sixty of the kids naked
like Beth and me and he marches up the aisle in his preacher robe with the
cowl like hood of his seminary indicating his doctorate.

   We sang  -�For The Beauty of the Earth -� and the creation story was
read from Genesis then we sang  -�This Is My Father -(TM)s World -� an
offering was received and Doctor Dalton stepped to the pulpit to preach.

    -�I hope you all enjoyed seeing my ego clothes, -� he said brushing the
front of the velvet trimmed ecclesiastical robe.  He then unclasped the
frogged buttons at its collar and let it drop around him.  He was naked
under it.   -�For at this service that is the last time you will see it.

    -�Now, look closely, and I -(TM)ll point to my warts, my scars, my
blemishes and my faults.  My physical ones not my spiritual or emotional
ones. -� That got a laugh from all of us.

    -�Am I perfect, not hardly.  I am created in God -(TM)s image, but
created from the clay of the earth and nothing so formed can ever be
perfect.  Beautiful yes, but never perfect.  Adam and Eve looked upon each
other after sharing the fruit of the tree and realized they were naked and
covered themselves.  Two things went wrong here, first they disobeyed God
and ate of the fruit He had asked them not to partake, second, and this is
equally important, they saw what was natural as sinful.  They did, God didn
-(TM)t because God asked them why have you clothed yourselves?  Their
answer saddens the Lord and they were expelled from the garden wearing the
hides of animals God had to slay to provide them cover.

    -�We have taken a step back to reclaiming our right to be naked and to
celebrate our creator as he has created us.  Look about you at the young
women and men in the congregation and at those others who have taken the
message that nudity is not sexuality but the natural state God desired for
us.

    -�I have been asked, Pastor, how can you reconcile nudity with the
Gospel.  My response has been and shall continue to be when we pray to our
heavenly father we do so as his little children, when we praise our
heavenly father we do so with the excitement and enthusiasm of a child, a
child should never be afraid to be naked in front of his or her parent.  I
know I am not afraid to face my heavenly father just as I am and I hope
none of you will be either. -�

   He closed the service with the hymn, Just As I Am, and we exited through
the normal reception line to thank him for the service.  He seemed
genuinely pleased that I was there with Barb and told me he hoped to see me
the following week.

   He did and I dragged Sam with me.  We did not attend every Sunday, but
between the coffee house and a couple of services a month our faces became
fairly well known at the church.  Not that mine wasn -(TM)t already, but
now I was there as I wanted to be there not because I was forced to attend
every time the doors were open by my father.

   Spring break came in April and we went to see Gramma again, Barb -(TM)s
parents were going on a cruise and Sam invited Barb along for the visit.  A
week with Gramma just isn -(TM)t enough.  She is hysterically funny when
you get her started on the days when being a nudist was as hidden as being
gay, her line about, having to go into the clothes closet to get naked, had
Barb and I doubled over and the tales about Sam as a kid trying to explain
to her classmates after gym why they had tan lines and she didn -(TM)t,
were priceless.

   Sam told her that just one more word would force Sam to tell the Bridge
Club story.  For some reason Gramma changed the subject and we talked about
menus for the rest of the week and who wanted to bake pies the next
morning.

   Our return from Gramma -(TM)s left six weeks on the school calendar and
we began to wind down the year with the usual high school activities, our
annual musical was Hair, I wasn -(TM)t in it but Barb was, I was asked to
Spring Formal by a textile boy and accepted.  Night of the dance He showed
up with a wrist corsage for me and asked me if he could leave his trench
coat at Sam -(TM)s.  I shrugged and said sure; when he removed the coat he
was naked underneath it.  Sam took pictures, embarrassed me, embarrassed my
date and acted so mother-like I wanted to strangle her.

   I had a midnight curfew, and I made it home at eleven forty-seven. 
Thirteen minutes of heavy petting and kissing later I was inside the house
just as the last chime on the hall clock announced pumpkin time.

   The following Tuesday we were in court, Sam and I, to finalize Sam
-(TM)s adoption of one Gwendolyn Kramer.  That -(TM)s what my new birth
certificate read, with Sam listed as my mother [no father named].  Gramma
had come up for the ceremony and while everyone still called me Greta [I
liked it] I had come far enough distance to accept my first name on legal
documents.

   As I mentioned before I had picked up volleyball from Sam.  The high
school coach spotted me while I was playing a few pickup games in the
practice yard at the school.  She approached me about playing on the second
squad the team used for pre-game practices.  The second squad studied the
other team -(TM)s game films and tried to play the practice games with the
same style as the opponent the varsity girls would face later in the week.

   Thanks to the Blue Bomber I could do it.  I would leave the nursing
home, make it to practice, play several sets of volleyball and go home in
time to shower, do a bit of homework and go to sleep.  At the annual sports
dinner and awards program in late May I was awarded a junior varsity letter
and was given the offer of a spot on the varsity team for the next year.

   School ended the final Friday of May.  Summer would bring many new
adventures.



   Part 3

   Greta -(TM)s Story: Senior Summer

   Sam Kramer looked over the kitchen table at her adopted daughter, Greta,
and admired the even golden glow of the teenager -(TM)s tan unblemished by
strap marks or tan lines.   -�Just how much time have you been spending
lazing by the pool, Greta?  I ask with no purpose beyond pointing out the
the risk of sunburn and skin cancer; you can consider this the 'use an SPF
45 lecture' the combined forces of motherhood and professional nursing wish
me to express.  And who else is with you, there are too many towels in the
laundry room for just you poolside. -�

    -�Brenda has been dropping by from around one in the afternoon til
around four thirty, -� Greta told her mother,  -�Her job at the parks
department gets done at half passed twelve every day, she walks over here
from Rock Creek Park and we hang for the afternoon, no biggie, is it? -�

    -�Nope, -� Sam smiled, -� I like Brenda and she is good company for you
as well.  Do you take her home on your way to your job? -�

    -~Yeah, she climbs into the Blue Bomber and we leave here around four
forty, I drop her off by ten to five and I -(TM)m at the assisted living
facility by five to punch in for my four hours. -� Greta was continuing her
placement at the assisted living facility beyond her mandatory community
service period, the facility had added a part time job to its roster for
her as a recreation therapy aide, where she did everything from playing
catch with a beach ball to helping with holding a pallet of paint for an
artist who had lost the use of one arm due to a stroke.

   Hanging in Sam -(TM)s room, above her chest of drawers, was the painting
in oil on canvas of Greta, done by the physically challenged woman.  Greta
likewise had one of the woman -(TM)s pieces in her room, a still life of
the facility -(TM)s resident cat, Marvelous Marvin, curled up asleep on a
library shelf.  Greta worked five p.m.  to nine p.m.  Monday through Friday
and then nine a.  m.  to nine p.m.  on Saturday.  Despite the fact that her
junior year community service obligation was over and that her voluntary
submission to the naked in school all nude all the time facet of the
Program had ended with the school year, Greta had chosen to continue the
nude lifestyle, as she said,  -�At least through the summer, Sam, maybe
come the cooler weather I -(TM)ll consider Uggs and a long down coat this
year. -�

   Sam had laughed at that, remembering her naked shivering adopted
daughter shoveling the three inches of snow that had fallen last March,
determined to maintain her total nudity commitment despite her skin turning
blue.  Greta had spent an hour in the hot tub after that incident.

   Greta finished the junior year with a grade point average of 3.75 on a
4.0 scale.  Normally a solid C+/B- student, her grades jumped by one full
point for completing a full school year naked, twenty-four and seven.  She
had been approached by the school administration and by the Program
mentoring counselor about repeating her nudity through senior year.  If she
agreed she would become a Student Mentor in the Program, helping to ease
girls selected for the mandatory one-week participation in the Program from
textile to nude lifestyle.  She hadn -(TM)t said yes or no to that as yet,
but it felt so natural to be without clothing now that she dreaded the
thoughts of having to shop for, buy and then wear clothing.  By law, the
only thing she had to wear was a pair of sneakers or sandals while driving
and a silver disc on a silver beaded neck chain that was engraved with
DDEHS NIS, on the front standing for, Dwight David Eisenhower High School
Naked In School program.  The back was coded Jr-2 indicating she was the
second female in her junior year to volunteer for the all nude all the time
portion of the Program.  That medallion marked her as fully dressed in the
eyes of the law and it would have to be returned on the first day of Greta
-(TM)s senior year in September.  She was reserving her decision until
then. Greta -(TM)s best school friend Brenda Adams wore medallion Jr-1. 
One of the many things they talked about sitting by the pool was
reenrolling in the program in the fall.

   Brenda -(TM)s parents, though more liberal than most in the church crowd
the family belonged to, were getting the nudges in conversation that wasn
-(TM)t one year enough, wouldn -(TM)t she look lovely in that style dress,
-�and crap like that, -� Brenda had reported the last time she had been
over.   -�So I don -(TM)t know if they are going to allow me to sign up for
next year. -�

    -�What about the grade boost, that was your convincer last year,
Brenda, can you play that card again? -�

    -�I heard that if you go Student Mentor, the grade boost no longer is
offered, -� Brenda had replied,  -�So it would be back to good old C level
me again.  It was nice to see one final report card of solid B grades
though. -�

   The Program Mentor had spoken to both Greta and Sam in Sam -(TM)s office
at the high school just before the end of the school year.   -�The
government is thinking about revising the name of the Program from Naked In
School to Naked In Society, and I think our Greta and Brenda are fantastic
role models for such a change.  Don -(TM)t you?  As a Student Mentor Greta
would work out of my office.  I see the Student Mentor -(TM)s helping with
grooming, hygiene and poise and confidence issues for girls new to the
program and the government is providing a stipend for the positions. -� Jan
Thayer was wearing only a golden medallion bearing the inscription Program
Mentor on its front with Jan Thayer and the last four numbers of her social
security number on the reverse.  If Greta agreed to take the job a similar
disc would be her only garb for her senior year of high school.

    -�Yeah, Brenda, Sam mentioned her conversation with Thayer about that.
Since the government is offering a paycheck the school district felt it did
not have to offer the grade point incentive.  But, that is only if you go
mentor, you can still do the program as full time volunteer, senior year,
and I think the grade boost would still be in effect. -� Greta had
stretched in the sun like a lazy cat at that point and smiled at the thirty
something single guy who walked passed them for the seventh time in the
last half hour.

    -�Creepy, -� Brenda muttered watching the thong-clad male walk away
from her,  -�why doesn -(TM)t he stop and talk instead of staring like that
every time he walks by? -�

    -�Because his boyfriend is jealous of us, -� Greta giggled.   -�Sam
told me.  Joey really admires that females can legally opt to be nude in
public and he looks on us as suffragettes for his cause as well; equal
rights for full time male nudity.  His partner, Hal, thinks if Joey spends
too much time with naked girls, he -(TM)ll switch teams and leave Hal for
one of us.  Joey with Sam I could almost see, they would be cute together.
Joey with you or me, ew, what would we talk about?  Oh, and I -(TM)ve seen
him dance. -� Rolled eyes and a giggle let Brenda know that was not a
pretty sight.

   Sam looked at Greta as she finished her teenage gush of a typical
afternoon by the pool with Brenda and said,  -�You told Brenda you thought
Joey and I would make a  -~cute couple -(TM)!  That will take as long as
her two thumbs an punch out the keys on her cell phone to be texted all
over the world, -� Sam chuckled.   -�I guess I -(TM)d better be ready for
all of the beard jokes. -�

   Turning serious, Sam said,  -�Gramma called.  She wants us down to visit
her last week of July through the first two weeks of August.  Can you clear
it with the facility? -�

    -�They have already asked me for a vacation schedule, and I said I wasn
-(TM)t sure, -� Greta responded,  -�I -(TM)ll try to arrange it.  But I
admit I -(TM)ll miss them when I -(TM)m away and feel kind of guilty to not
be there. -�

    -�Check it out so I can give Gramma an answer, -� Sam changed topics
to,  -�Going for groceries in a bit, do you have a list? -�

    -�On the fridge, -� Greta responded, putting her dishes in the
dishwasher,  -�I -(TM)m going to get into the shower, now that a certain
drainer of the hot water tank is done and it has had a chance to refill
itself. -�

    -�Hey, it takes a lot of lather to get this, -� Sam twirled around like
a dancer,  -�all baby smooth. -� They both broke up laughing.

   The mess, as Greta called it, hit her four days before she and Sam were
to leave for Gramma Kramer -(TM)s on vacation.  Sam had put Greta on the
once every six month cycle of birth control when she had entered into the
Naked In School full time Program portion.  Sam did not believe that Greta
-(TM)s resolve would hold and she would eventually give into a boy wanting
vaginal sex.  Greta never kept her knees glued together, yet she was still
a virgin insofar as still having an intact hymen.  She had learned quite
well how to perform hand masturbation for both males and females, and had
oral sex giving and receiving from both genders as well.  Yet, the thought
of a penis penetrating her vagina was so distasteful to her that she warned
her dates that NO meant NO for that.

   Greta felt the rumbling in her stomach before she saw the flow.  She had
been lightly cramping for two days but had passed that off as having
strained herself lifting supplies off of the shelves at the assisted living
center.  The leak started as a few drips on the third day and then by mid
afternoon, blood was everywhere.

   Sam was on hand with Midol and soft warm towels to hold against Greta
-(TM)s tummy, but after being nude for  -~forever -(TM) Greta -(TM)s
problem was how to handle a flow that would not be contained with tampons.
She literally did not own a stitch of clothing and the concept of buying
something to wear just for the week to ten days she would flow bothered
her. At least she wasn -(TM)t in school and Brenda still was there to keep
her company, though the pool and hot tub were off limits.  Two five and
two, Sam had said, two days of cramping coming on, five days of flow, and
two days of light spotting on its way out.  Sam had padded Greta -(TM)s bed
with disposable chucks pads and everywhere she sat there was an old folded
beach towel.  She used sick days at the assisted living center and was
truly sick with the aches and cramps and misery.

   When the flow had eased, Sam gave Greta the injection that would be good
until late December,  -~Oh goodie -(TM), Greta had said,  -~I -(TM)ll
definitely be home for Christmas. -(TM)

   Greta called Gramma Kramer in one of her less cramped moments and rather
than using the little girl wheedle and voice she asked Sam -(TM)s mother
point blank if she could bring a friend.   -�A boy or a girl, -� was all
Gramma had asked.

    -�A girl, my best friend Brenda, Gramma, -� Greta had responded.

    -�Well fine, she can share your room, I was afraid if it was a boy I
-(TM)d have to clean out my office so he could use the pull out couch bed,
-� Gramma stated, then added,  -�are you two a couple or just friends with
benefits? -�

    -�GRAMMA, -� Greta blurted two octaves higher than normal tone of
voice,  -�she is the other girl who went full time with the Program,
Gramma, and we kind of bonded over the experience but we ARE NOT LOVERS. -�

    -�Whatever you say, dear, -� Gramma chuckled on her end of the phone.
Greta actually blushed in a full body pink flush just thinking about the
look currently on Gramma -(TM)s face.

   Brenda had cleared her schedule to allow for the trip both with her
parents and with her summer job.  Greta was due a one-week vacation and was
given the other two weeks off without pay.  Sam of course was off on
vacation all of July and the first three weeks of August.  School nurses
worked on a ten-month contract Sam had eight glorious weeks to bask in the
sun, take CEUs at the college or on line and to enjoy her adopted daughter.

   Wearing identical t-shirt dresses, the three women, one a thirty
something and two teen-agers, arrived at the airline domestic terminal to
check in for their flight south to Gramma Kramer -(TM)s farm.  Sam was
wearing a ginger-colored dress that set off her eyes and hair perfectly. 
Greta wore the same mint green dress that she had worn to fly down to
Gramma -(TM)s at Christmas time.  Brenda was wearing a pale yellow dress
that hugged her curves and screamed  -~I -(TM)m naked under this t-shirt.
-� Which in fact all the women were, the dresses and sandals being the only
clothing the trio wore.  Purses and shoes through the x-ray machine, one at
a time through the body scanner, and on to the first of two aircraft, this
one would take them to Atlanta where they would change to a smaller plane
for the final hop to the airport near Gramma Kramer -(TM)s farm.  It was a
forty-five minute drive from the airport to Gramma -(TM)s farm and then
three weeks of relaxation.

   Gramma was waiting outside the terminal by her Cayenne.  Without luggage
the four of the women fit into the cross over vehicle nicely.  Sam was
sitting in front on the passenger side while her mother drove and the two
teen-agers sitting in the back seat.  Conversation flowed freely between
the four and it didn -(TM)t seem to be forty-five minutes had passed when
Gramma -(TM)s house came into sight.

    -�Wow, your Gramma has all the amenities of a full fledged resort right
here in her farm house, Greta, -� Brenda was awed as they toured the home,
-�I can see why you love to spend the holidays and vacation here."

    -�Look at the fitness center, -� Brenda gushed, looking at the free
weights as well as the stationary bicycles and treadmills in what had once
been a solarium.  Just beyond that room a large pantry had been converted
to a sauna and a small four-person hot tub also was in that space.

   The large enclosed outdoor activity area held a twenty-meter lap pool
heated to a perfect eighty-eight degrees year round, and a beach volleyball
court.  A completed outdoor kitchen with barbecues and a propane powered
stove and oven combination unit along with a refrigerator and wine cooler
resided on one deck.  Along side that deck and slightly elevated from it
was the sun deck with loungers and small tables and two outdoor chests made
of a resin material for towels and seat cushions.

   Brenda asked,  -�Does your Gramma do a lot of entertaining? -�

   Greta responded,  -�She -(TM)s very good to the people who work for her
and their families.  It is not unusual on a Saturday or Sunday to have
thirty or forty people in the compound, as Gramma likes to call the back
yard, swimming, sunning and eating. -�

    -�Wow, -� Brenda said again, and then looked worried,  -�if she -(TM)s
having company over we don -(TM)t have any clothes or swim suits. -�

    -�Neither will the company, Bren, don -(TM)t worry about it.  James,
Gramma -(TM)s foreman, has twin daughters about our age.  When I was down
at Christmas, Lynn and Lena were here almost every day to play volleyball
with Sam and me.  It was like , hello at the front door, peel naked before
they hit the solarium door and splash into the pool to do a few laps before
we settled into the volleyball sets for the rest of the afternoon.  They
are mean wicked players, Bren, so you -(TM)re going to have to bring your 
-�A -� game if we are going to win even once against them. -�

    -�You are the meanest wickedest volleyball player I -(TM)ve ever seen
on the court, Greta, -� Brenda replied,  -�if those two are that good I
-(TM)ll be embarrassed just being in the sand with them. -�

    -�Besides Sam, who do you think taught me to play? -� Greta asked her
best friend and continued with,  -�It was like a clinic every day.  You
know college recruiters were looking at them trying to get letters of
intent signed when they were high school sophomores? -�

    -�Wow, if they can teach me some decent moves maybe I can try out for
our team this next year, -� Brenda smiled,  -�Spring Beach Volleyball, not
full court winter volleyball on the hardwood floor.  Diving for balls naked
on waxed hardwood makes me shudder every time I watch you play. -�

    -�Sam shudders worse than you do, she is the one who has to patch up my
floor rash and make the scabs and bruises presentable for school and social
events, -� Greta chuckled,  -�thank heaven for body make up and self
tanner. -�

   Gramma Kramer and Sam walked out onto the lower deck at that moment and
waved the girls over to them.  Both were naked and when viewed together it
was obvious they were family, Gramma had slightly fleshier hips and a bit
of a droop to her breasts but the two were physically peas in a pod.  Greta
thought it was cute that Gramma chose to leave her pubic hair in place. 
She had teased Gramma that it looked like  -~granny panties -(TM) for the
naked set at Christmas time.  Sam was trimmed back to a one-inch wide
landing strip above her vaginal region.  Brenda and Greta were waxed
completely and both girls were considering spending the money on full body
laser hair removal.

    -�So what do you think of my little place, -� Gramma asked Brenda, 
-�do you think you can enjoy yourself here? -�

    -�Wow, the place is great and the entire Kramer clan is super
fantastical to be with, I -(TM)m kind of glad my folks decided to go on
that Bible lands discovery cruise by themselves. -� Brenda was wide eyed
and looked happy when she spoke.

    -�Yeah, and I -(TM)m glad they said you would be less apt to get into
trouble with me at Gramma -(TM)s than alone at home, -� Greta added.

   Gramma giggled and said,  -�I guess they don -(TM)t know the Kramer
women as well as they think they do.  The outside fridge is stocked with
soft drinks, juices and Kaliber and O -(TM)Doul -(TM)s.  There is wine for
dinner, but out here we are non-alcoholic, feel free to help yourselves to
anything.  And Brenda, Greta will show you the count down charts.  Greta,
James just got off the phone with his wife and Lynn and Lena will be over
around five and he says they are looking for revenge. -� Gramma smiled and
pulled a cola from the fridge and went up onto the sun deck level to relax.
Sam asked the girls,  -�do you want to play Lena and Lynn for the same
stakes as last time? -� When Brenda looked confused, Sam explained, 
-�Greta and I play Lena and Lynn for certain stakes, losing team has to
submit to the winners desires for the evening. -�

    -�Yeah, the last day we were here during winter holidays we skunked
them bad.  We normally play best two out of three, but Sam and I won the
first two games easily so we said three out of five.  They won the third
set and we wiped the floor with them in the fourth.  Considering how many
times before that we had been the servers they took the loss fairly well. I
can -(TM)t speak for Sam but I know I had a smile on my face the whole trip
home. -� Greta giggled.

   Brenda felt her womanhood begin to weep a bit at that, though aroused
she wasn -(TM)t in need of satisfaction, the thought of winning a
submissive female for the evening who would have to, oh, wait, back up
here,  -�What happens if we lose? -�

    -�Sam will tell you, sometimes that is even more fun, -� Greta winked
at her adopted mother who grinned back at the two younger women and nodded
-~yes. -(TM)

   When the twins arrived, about two and a half hours later, they did just
as Greta had said they would.  Gramma Kramer opened the front door to them,
they kissed her hello and offered compliments as to her appearance.  
-�Wow, If I hold up half as well into my fifties as you have, I... -� Lena
gushed, not able to finish her thought as her sister butted in,  -�Well you
won -(TM)t if you keep downing the coffee caramel and hot fudge sundaes you
insist on devouring nightly. -�

   Lynn -(TM)s voice was a bit muted as she pulled her t-shirt over her
head.  She followed that by unbuttoning and unzipping her very short, you
can see the front pockets, cut-off jeans to reveal a body that had never
seen a swimsuit in daylight.  The perfectly bronzed Lynn then scampered off
to the back compound to visit her friends.  Lena hung back a bit and asked
Gramma Kramer,  -�Is the new girl, with it, Mrs.  K, or do we need to take
it slowly with her? -� Lena stripped as she asked the question and picked
up her sister -(TM)s clothing from the floor where they had fallen, setting
both their outfits onto a bench near the back door.

    -�Brenda has been a full year volunteer for the Program at her school,
Lena, I am sure she is, as you put it,  -~with it. -(TM) -� The eldest of
the Kramer women then continued,  -�I think it might be best if you do not
play volleyball for your usual stakes if you play Brenda and Greta though,
as I understand it, Brenda knows very little about the game and Greta was
hoping she and you twins could get Brenda up to speed on the game so she
could try for varsity beach volleyball this next school year. -�

    -�No prob, Mrs.  K.  We really like Sam and Greta and my mom adores the
fact that you have taken on the Gramma role that was missing in our lives.
We do tend to be a bit shark like in our feeding frenzies, but Lynn and I
can cool it, really we can. -�

   Gramma Kramer laughed and told the teen to go take a swim.  Lena was out
the door and four teen-age girl outdoor voices shrieking through the
sliding glass door suggested they were all getting along just fine.  She
thought of Lena -(TM)s words.  James, her foreman, was a twenty-year
veteran of the U.S.  Air Force, retiring as a systems technician with the
rank of senior master sergeant.  While serving on a base in Germany, he had
met a Swede named Marla on a nude beach in Crete, they had fallen in love.
She had married James and returned to the States with him when he retired.
He was thirty-eight, she was thirty and she was pregnant with the twins
when they arrived  -~home -(TM) in the little town about twenty miles from
the Kramer farm.

   Sam -(TM)s father had just passed away, and Sam was fifteen.  In order
to keep the farm working Rosa Kramer had to hire help.  James came to
answer the ad from the newspaper and brought his very pregnant wife with
him as they sat and chatted, Rosa realized that the couple was extremely
alone and lonely and she asked a few personal questions.  Marla was
estranged from her family, they hated the fact she had married an American
of questionable ancestry and had moved with him back to the United States.

   James had been through the foster care system up to his eighteenth
birthday and though bright could not afford to attend college.  Instead he
joined the Air Force and completed every service school offered to him and
took courses online from College of the Armed Forces so when he retired he
had an Associate of Applied Sciences to add to his various service school
certificates.

   Basically, neither of the pair had a parent they could fall back on for
advice or simply to be family to them.  Rosa immediately hired James and
moved the couple into what had been a seasonal bunk house, a sixteen foot
by seventy foot mobile home, about twenty-five yards away from the rear
door to the main house.  That space was now the far end of the lap pool
inside the compound.

   Marla had a very difficult birth and as a result could not have any more
children.  Sam had taken on the role of  -~auntie -(TM) to the twins as
soon as they came home from the hospital, and often could be found bathing,
diapering and playing with the babies in the mobile home.  For the first
three years of their lives Lena and Lynn were like the baby ducklings
following the mother duck Sam became to them.  When it was time for Sam to
leave for college the timing was perfect as the twins were to enter
pre-school the same year.  Sam would come home from school and the twins
would help her unpack, always looking for the small gifts Sam would bring
them.  By second grade the twins had a full wardrobe of college t-shirts,
sorority items, sweatshirts, and their first competition grade volleyballs.

   Sam switched from pre-med to nursing in her junior year of college and
entered the six- year track that would get her the R.N., B.S.N and M.S.N.
She would later add the Masters of Education in School Counseling degree to
the initials behind her name.  All the while, she would return home and
spend time with the twins who had bonded to her so early in their life. 
When Sam -(TM)s husband went to jail for the domestic battery that ended
the marriage, Sam had gone home to her mother only to find the now twelve
year old twins provided even more comfort than her parent did.

   Marla would tell her later that the twins had discovered how to please
each other with fingers and mouths by about age nine and were fully
accomplished pre-teen lovers by age eleven.  They had tried and succeeded
in seducing their mother that same year, and Rosa, who they insisted on
calling Mrs.  K or  -~Special K -(TM), fell to their charms during that
summer.  The fact that they had waited so long to bring Sam into their
intimacy circle had been that they were afraid of Sam -(TM)s husband, the
ex-football player, who they had sensed even before the wedding was not
right for Sam.   -�We knew he was evil. -� Lena had told Sam while stroking
her right breast, Lynn couldn -(TM)t speak at the moment she had Sam -(TM)s
left breast in her mouth and was suckling upon it,  -�but you were in no
state of mind to listen to us you were so wrapped up in the, -(TM)I -(TM)m
getting married -(TM) thing. -�

   By this time James and Marla had built their own home about a mile and a
half down the road from the Kramer farm and Rosa had converted the back of
the farmhouse into the compound.  When Sam had announced she was applying
to be legal guardian of Greta and wanted to adopt her, Gramma Kramer just
told her the family had a long traditition of taking in strays and making
them family, why should Greta be any different?

   Finally, the shrieking subsided and Gramma decided it was time to go see
just what her extended brood of chicks had found to keep them quiet.

    -�Did it hurt, -� from Brenda,  -�and how do you keep it clean? -�

   Lynn replied,  -�The first few days it did, for me at least, but after
that it is a hoot, you are always semi aroused and wow is that little pea
anxious to pop out of its pod, like, all the time. -�

   Lena then added,  -�Lynn -(TM)s right, but for me it was more of a
burning itch rather than pain, and as long as you are careful when you wipe
and use an alcohol swab every time the odds of infection are way low. 
Biggest downside is even though you feel edgy all the time you can -(TM)t
have sex of any kind for the first month after it is done. -�

    -�What did you girls find to talk about? -� Gramma said as she came up
from the outdoor kitchen area to the sun deck, to find the twins on their
backs on two resin lounge chairs with their legs draped over the arm and
their fingers spreading the outer labia of their vaginas apart so that
Brenda and Greta could see their new piercings.  When she realized, she
added with a laugh,  -�Now that they have done that, Sam, I can tell them
apart, Lena has the little ring in the hood of her clitoris, Lynn has the
bar bell and Lena -(TM)s nipples are pierced east to west while Lynn had
hers done north to south.  I adore the belly button piercings they had done
first, but then they had the same charms put in and I couldn -(TM)t tell
them apart. -�

    -�Mother, -� Sam laughed, then asked the twins to change positions to
kneeling facing away from the other four,  -�I never had that problem
because, -� she walked over to one of the girls and moved her hair off of
her neck,  -�Lynn has a birthmark that looks like a heart on the back of
her neck; Lena doesn -(TM)t. -�

   Gramma Kramer yelped,  -�ALL THESE YEARS and you never told me? -� Then
she burst out laughing,  -�Well now that I have a way of telling these imps
apart I -(TM)ll know who to spank the next time someone raids my freezer
for ice cream in the middle of the night and forgets to close the door. -�

   Lynn,  -�Lena, I told you to lift the handle and push that door shut, -�
and to Gramma,  -�We -(TM)re sorry Mrs.  K, really, did you lose a lot of
stuff? -�

    -�I came down a few minutes after you two had scampered back up to Sam
-(TM)s room and found the door open before anything got ruined, well, Lena
not only did you not close the door, but it seems you put the tub of ice
cream in the sink and the used scoop in the freezer.  Getting confused in
our old age are we? -� Gramma said with a smile.

    -�Can -(TM)t get way with anything around here, -� Lena blushed,  -�and
really I am sorry too, we didn -(TM)t want to wake you and were trying to
be quick and quiet, I guess I was half asleep. -�

   She walked over to the oldest of the Kramer women and hugged her then
after kissing Rosa full on the mouth moved her lips down and began to
suckle Gramma Kramer -(TM)s left breast.  Lynn looked over to Sam and said,
 -�That -(TM)s my sister -(TM)s way of begging forgiveness, -� which caused
Greta to snort cola through her nose as she spewed the rest out of her
mouth with the laugh that came with the snort.

   The four teens had decided to use the first two weeks as a no stakes, no
bets clinic for Brenda to get her up to a varsity level of play.  As it was
late on Monday when the twins came over, they spent an hour just batting
the ball over the net, changing partners frequently and enjoying the late
sun of the early evening with a swim and the chicken breasts and tossed
salad Gramma prepared for dinner.

   A training schedule was set up and from ten in the morning to four in
the afternoon Tuesday through Friday of the first week they worked on
setting, passing, serving and spiking to the point where during the
Saturday staff get together the four girls did a demonstration game and
while Greta and Brenda lost two of the three sets they played, they played
the twins to within a point on their two losses and won the set they took
by only two points.  Several of the younger girls and boys watched the game
intently and the four girls spent a good part of the afternoon showing the
younger pre-teens how to play  -~two on two -(TM) beach volleyball.

   Brenda was thoroughly surprised to see how relaxed Gramma Kramer was
interacting with her employees, their spouses and children all in the nude
and was also surprise at just how welcome she was made to feel by all of
them.  It was family the way family should be, complete with adoring and
adorable little ones clinging to the older girls like duct tape to the
bottom of a shoe and craving attention.

   Greta and Sam circulated and renewed acquaintances with people they
knew, Sam proudly showing off her adopted daughter to the female staff and
spouses, who were left to introduce her to their husbands and in two cases
same-sex lovers.  Most of the employees had been with Sam -(TM)s mother for
years, two women having started work in the shipping department right after
James had been hired.  One of those women now had a daughter, a recent high
school graduate, who was also working for the Kramer farm.

   Rosa was very happy to have hired the girl, Roberta, as she had an
innate ability to repair anything with a motor from old John Deere tractors
to the ancient Jeep Comanche used to run supplies to crews repairing
irrigation lines or fences.  It didn -(TM)t hurt that the four foot nine
inch red head was very pretty and currently holding court with several
college age boys, children of other workers, with her waist length hair
casually draped over her thirty-six C breasts.  Her pubes were trimmed in a
flaming arrow pointing down to her crotch and it did not surprise Rosa at
all that Roberta could hold a man -(TM)s attention as well as she could
hold a power tool.  With this crowd Roberta -(TM)s ability to discuss the
relative merits of GMC versus Ford versus Doge pick up trucks would hold
not only the young men -(TM)s attention but that of their fathers as well.
Wives were noticed taking their husbands by the arm and leading them
elsewhere when Roberta held court.

   As the evening wore down and the various guests said their thank you
-(TM)s and left for their homes, the twins looked at their parents and
Marla asked,  -�Mrs.  K, may the -- -� and was cut off.

    -�I didn -(TM)t expect them to go home tonight, Marla.  You and James
go on home and have fun, these kids will keep Sam and me up all night.  It
seems they already know where I hide the ice cream. -� Rosa said, drawing a
smile and a giggle from all four teens and a knowing eye roll from Sam.

   It turned out that the two queen sized beds in Greta -(TM)s room saw
limited action that night.  All four of the girls were tired beyond
exhaustion and after deciding which twin would sleep in which bed, Greta
getting Lena, and Lynn bunking in with Brenda, a simple kiss good night a
cuddle and spoon formation found the four asleep in under twenty minutes.

   Sam arose at five thirty to use the bathroom.  Hearing noise she peeked
in through the adjoining door to the girls room to find that they had
wakened with renewed vigor.  Lynn had Brenda flat on her back was on top of
Brenda in girlie missionary position and was mauling Brenda -(TM)s breasts
with her mouth.  Lena, meanwhile was having her pierced clit played with by
Greta -(TM)s mouth and was clawing at the sheets with her hands.

   Sam closed the door quietly and left the girls to their fun.



   Part 4

   Greta -(TM)s Story: The Nurse Kramer Version

   Many of you may have read part of Greta -(TM)s story by now.  If you
have, you can understand I played a pivotal role in it.  There are facts,
even now, which Greta did not and does not know.

   Let me try to fill in the gaps.  My name is Samantha Kramer and I am a
registered nurse with the degrees, BSN, MSN, and M.Ed in school counseling.
I am well qualified to teach health and sex education and to provide the
care a sick or injured student might require.

   I first spent time with Greta during her sophomore year.  I had received
a physician -(TM)s excuse from physical education for one Gwen Delaney due
to eczema related lesions on her body which required cauterization.  I have
been practicing my profession long enough to recognize certain phrasing
used by doctors, and I called the pediatrician in question to ask her about
this matter.  Without breaking any confidentiality laws the doctor told me
that the girl had clusters of skin tabs, all benign, that her parents were
insisting on having burned off one or two at a time.  When I asked if all
of them could be excised in one procedure under anesthesia the doctor
agreed with me , yes, it could, but the parents, particularly the father,
insisted it be done this way.  With the number of procedures the doctor had
booked the child would be undergoing treatment from the present second week
of sophomore year until the late spring.

   When I asked could this be a ploy to keep the child out of physical
education, the doctor said it was possible, but that the father, a local
pastor of a very conservative church, had insurance that would pay better
for the in-office work than for a non life-threatening hospital stay.

   The school had a policy that any and all medications prescribed for a
student had to be left with the nurse and if treatment with the medication
were necessary during the school day the student would report to the nurse,
me, for its administration.  Beginning the third week of September, Gwen
Delaney reported to me at the beginning of her gym period.  I had the
prescription cr�"mes needed to lessen scarring from the procedures in my
office refrigerator, courtesy of the Delaney family.

   The first day I asked her to remove her calf length skirt so I might
apply the cr�"me on the current burn site, her left hip.  She complied and
I was faced with a dilemma.  She was wearing a full slip.  Heavens, no one
wore a full slip any longer, not even my mother who at the time was in her
seventies.

    -�I -(TM)m, sorry, dear, -� I told her gently, "but I -(TM)m going to
have to ask you to remove your blouse and your slip as well. -� I figured
with a full slip the child probably was wearing a thong or might even be
commando due to the topical rawness of her wounds.  I was wrong.  I also
did not know that pantaloons such as she was wearing were still made for
women.  Legs banded with elastic stopping just above the knee and a
waistband extending to her navel, these looked as though we stepped into
the 1880s.

    -�Greta darling, -� I spoke as softly as I could,  -�Those have to go
as well. -� She shyly turned and untied the bow at her waist and let the
monstrosity of an undergarment fall into a puddle at her feet.   -�Just
where do you purchase those? -� I asked her in passing and was told that
the women of the church met twice a month for sewing and except for her
shoes, socks and bra, every stitch she wore was sewn by the churchwomen.

    -�Well, it is nice to have skills like sewing and cooking, -� told her,
 -�I -(TM)m afraid I -(TM)d starve or go naked if I had to rely on my doing
either one though. -� I -(TM)d said it as a joke, but true words are spoken
in jest.  Frankly I have no talent in the kitchen and the last time I tried
to sew on a button I pricked myself with the needle four times.

   I looked at the girl and she was a charmer, and I asked her,  -�If you
were taking physical education would you be wearing the school uniform? -�
The uniform was sneakers, half socks, gym shorts (that came to mid thigh at
best) and a t-shirt.

    -�Daddy and I have spoken on that issue, -� the child said,  -�and we
are in agreement that modesty must be preserved.  I would be wearing
similar but longer shorts to my knee, so that my petit pants would be
covered, and I would wear a long sleeved shirt."

    -�Oh, -� I said and slathered a bit of the ointment onto her raw sites.
I noticed that she had many other skin tabs along the inner portions of her
thighs and up the crack of her behind spreading across her lower back. 
This was the typical display of a viral inflammation of nerve bundles. 
Just as she began to pull up her undergarments I stopped her.   -�No, dear,
the cr�"me needs time to set in and dry.  If you cover it right away it
will rub off and be much less effective. -�

    -�The doctor told me and my father the same thing, but he huffed and
said 'no child of mine is going to stand around naked waiting for some
cr�"me to dry', and hustled my mother and me out of the consultation room.
-�

    -�Well, If you are able to put the cr�"me on yourself at home and then
stay in the bathroom or your bedroom until it dries,  -� I suggested.

    -�Daddy does not believe a teen age girl should have privacy, the only
reason the shower in my bathroom has a curtain is to keep the water inside
the shower.  I have no door on my bedroom and I -(TM)m not allowed to spend
more than five minutes in the bathroom with the door ajar when I need the
toilet. -�

    -�Does your father remain in the room when the doctor examines and
treats you? -�

    -�Heaven -(TM)s no, my mother is in attendance and that is the reason
my doctor is a woman.  Father is afraid a male doctor would look upon me
with lust in his heart and I would cause him to sin. -�

    -�Oh, I see, -� I told her, giggling to myself.  I knew her doctor
professionally and also knew she had a long time female lover, a local real
estate agent.  The child might be providing more lusty thoughts than the
father could ever imagine.  She was one of the last of the  -~natural -(TM)
children I -(TM)d seen.  No shaved legs, no shaved under arms, no trimmed
pubic hair, arm pits still full of their hair and her hair on her head when
unpinned hung down to the swell of her hips.  Despite that no odor came
from her body except the subtle top notes of lavender and lilac.

    -�Would you be offended if I asked you to remain nude while the cr�"me
properly dries into your skin? -� I asked.   -�If you agree, you may remain
for the entire hour of your gym class here with me and your medication will
be allowed the time it needs to be effective. -�

   I could see the wheels churning in the girl -(TM)s brain.  She had
already sensed that in the cruel world of high school being as different as
she was due to her parent -(TM)s imposed dress code would get teasing
enough, if it had not already.  For her to expose to her classmates the
undergarments she was wearing or her hairy state nude in the shower would
make the teasing and ridicule unbearable.  She had an out.  An hour spent
naked with a sympathetic nurse.  Or the choice behind curtain number two
was outright ostracism by her peers.

    -�I think I -(TM)d like to stay here with you, Nurse Kramer.  Daddy has
some very restrictive ideas about how I am supposed to live my life and I
-(TM)m really afraid of how some of the other kids see me due to that. -�

   Poor kid, she wanted to fit in, but was relegated to the role of square
peg in a round hole due to her ultra-religious father.

   Her parents had not even signed the consent form for sophomore sexual
education.  As the year went on and the sites of her minor surgeries
varied, Greta and I decided that it was easier if she assumed certain poses
and held them while the cr�"me was drying on her skin.  I told her about
the sorority I had belonged to in college and the pledge poses we had to
endure while trying to become members.  There were four and if she could
hold them for the hour it would help assure the medication would be
properly absorbed.  The cr�"me had a certain irritating effect as well, and
it made her itch.  These poses, I assured her, would prevent her forgetting
where her hands were supposed to be and stop her from scratching at the
wounds.

   As we went along Greta spent a week in position one, at full height,
standing straight with hands clasped behind her head and legs spread at
forty-five degrees, when the treatments were upon her inner thighs,
buttocks, or near her crotch.

   Position two was used for those weeks when the growths on her mid and
upper back were being cauterized.  She was on her knees, with her butt
resting upon her heels and her hands behind her head.

   I put her into position three when the pediatrician began the procedures
between her breasts and on her rib cage.  Position three varied from
position two only in hand placement.  In Position three hands were on the
knees.

   I found the three weeks we spent together with Greta in position four
most delightful.  Her hands were on her knees, her legs spread at
forty-five degrees, her back was straight and she was looking forward.  Her
breasts hung like small apples or pears on a tree and her buttocks were
spread apart so that the cr�"me in the cleft of her backside had a chance
to soak in properly.

   She found it fun when I used her as a test audience for my lectures.  I
spoke about feminine hygiene and she asked me to break down the technical
words to something a kid would understand.  I did and the next day I gave
her the lecture again and this time she approved.  I went to the middle
school early the following day and gave the lecture to the eighth and ninth
grade girls.  A few, ew, gross, remarks let me know that the plainer words
as suggested by Greta got across my message that properly wiping, drying
and cleaning one -(TM)s rectal and vaginal areas was important.

   When she came in that afternoon for her treatment I mentioned how well
the lecture had gone and how happy I had been she helped me prepare.  She
hugged me, standing there stark naked, then assumed position four for
treatment.  I might have rubbed a bit more cr�"me into the perineum area
and my thumb may have strayed toward her clitoris just for a wee bit.  Her
wiggle and contented sigh let me know she enjoyed the touch.

   My next lecture series was on alternatives to penetration for sexual
gratification of your partner.  Greta blushed furiously as I discussed
masturbation, mutual masturbation, and frotage.

    -�You mean that thing gets full of blood and stands up straight? -� she
asked regarding a boys erection.

    -�That is so it can be placed inside of your vagina for your pleasure,
his pleasure and possibly a baby. -� I told her.  That drew and  -~ew,
gross -(TM) from her.  I then explained the delivery system, prostate,
testicles, semen, seminal fluid and the process of ejaculation.  Well, hey,
if she couldn -(TM)t attend sex ed classes, she could help the sex ed
teacher work on her class lectures, right?

   By January, Greta would come into my office, strip, and on her own
assume the pose needed for the treatment site of the week.  By January she
had  -~helped -(TM) me develop my lectures on monthly cycles, male
masturbation, female masturbation, oral sex, intercourse, and anal sex. 
Three quarters of what she heard from me while I tested my lectures on her
she had never known or had been forbidden from knowing by her father.

   One day in mid-May, after her treatments were completed by two more
weeks of school remained, I went over a lecture I wished to present in the
fall of the following year concerning erogenous zones.  'You mean my
nipples are part of my sexual stimulation centers?' she had asked, and I
told her I could show her if she liked.  I gently thumbed her nipples and
the reaction in return was precious.  I had never seen her squirm so badly
before.

   I can honestly say I missed her daily presence during the summer she
spent at the seashore with her parents.  When I saw her on the first day of
class for her junior year, after the Program had become part of the high
school curriculum, I was surprised.  I would have thought her conservative
religious parents would want nothing of the program.

   I asked her to participate in the morning assembly, as I knew she knew
the poses we would be demonstrating.  She agreed and appeared nude in front
of over four hundred students, faculty, and staff and posed herself in the
four basic positions to demonstrate them for me.

   Her performance earned her a good round of applause with some of the
boys and a few girls standing and clapping for her as she left the stage.
She was beaming both from the attention of her fellow students and the fact
my thumb had set off a small but nice orgasm while she demonstrated
position four.

   The last thing I remember was seeing her leave the high school for her
community service in the school van driven by Helen Cohen.  Her very angry
father was marching up and down the parking lot in a seething rage while
waiting for her to get back to the school grounds.  When the van pulled up
and I saw him pull Helen from the van and flog her with the belt I quickly
dialed 911 to report a mentally disturbed person on school grounds.  Then
ran down to see if I could help Helen.

   I was just in time to hear Greta's father give his disownment speech. 
This left the child devastated and in tears.  I heard Helen offer the child
a night on her couch until things could be straightened out in the morning,
but I counter offered my spare bed and bedroom.  Greta's anger was barely
contained and it showed in the fact she was shaking as though from the cold
although the temperature was in the upper seventies.  We got home and I led
her to the hot tub, told her to sit in it until I got back, and in ten
minutes I had returned with two Cuba Libres, (rum, cola and lime wedges),
and told her to drink hers.  I sipped mine and as the alcohol soaked into
her stomach and the warm jets of water hammered her muscles the girl
relaxed.

   She was even more so relaxed after a hot bath.  We both slept in her new
room that night, though she did not know it.  I was on the recliner chair
and she in the bed under a light summer blanket.

   Among the other qualifications in my arsenal I am a certified foster
parent.  When everyone at the school was arguing where she would go and
with whom she would stay, I asked her,  -�Want to come live with me. -� And
that was the end of it.  I told the counselors, social workers and staff, 
-�She can cook, keep the place clean and keep me company so I don -(TM)t
turn into and old cat lady. -�

   She would no longer use her name, her father had told her she was erased
from the family history and he had given her that name and was now taking
it back.  So she refused to have anything to do with it any longer.  I
asked her if I could name her.  She said yes and I told her I wanted to
name her Greta Demure.  Greta (pronounced  --great..ah --) because she was
the greatest kid I -(TM)d ever met and she was ladylike to the extreme. 
She giggled and took it.  Her official records still showed her old name
but around school her friends of which she developed many and her teachers
all called her Greta.

   The next fifteen months were the most fun I -(TM)d had in my adult
life.I had the honor of teaching Greta how to shave her legs and trim her
pubic hair as well as her armpits.  I took her to the hair dresser and she
had the  -~works -(TM) done.  Highlighted, cut, shaped blown dry and
conditioned her hair looked beautiful.  We tried several lines of makeup on
her and found that Clinique and Bare Minerals worked best with her skin.

   As she was refusing to wear a stitch of clothing for the entire school
year, I invested nothing in her wardrobe except three pair of the self same
sandals to keep her feet off of the cold ground.  Skin care product was
expensive but she only wore skin so its care was important to us both.

   Greta blossomed into a good student, an eager participant in school
activities and her community service at the nursing home received the
highest grades of any participant in her junior year .I loved doting on her
and we -(TM)d indulged on two full summer vacations to a retreat house I
knew about at the shore.  My sorority gave her a full four year academic
scholarship to my alma mater where while doing graduate work she had met
her husband.

   She and her husband still visit me regularly, and I just found out I
-(TM)m going to be a grandma.  You see, the former sexually repressed girl,
brow beaten by an ultra religious father and called Gwen Delaney, had
become under my wing Greta Demure.  She is now, of course, known as Gwen
Chessman, wife of the world famous author and philanthropist.



   Part 5

   Greta -(TM)s Story: High School Senior Year

   Funny, after Sam and Brenda and I returned from Gramma Kramer -(TM)s the
summer quickly melted away into the new school year.

   Three new things separated junior year and senior year.  First I had
agreed to take the work-study job with the Program, which in addition to my
gardening money and my nursing home hours was putting a tidy sum away for
college.  My medallion, which identified me as a full time Naked In School
participant, had been taken from me on the first day of senior classes. 
Oddly, a small stainless steel collar replaced the medallion.  The collar
clicked closed and was fitted with rings mounted on it front and back. 
Also added were locking bracelets and anklets that also had small rings
mounted on them.

   I had stepped up from Naked in School to Naked in Society.  Apparently
those who opted into Naked in Society also agreed to voluntary RESTRAINED
display, besides the posing required of the student.  Oopsie, this meant
that at any time, any where, I could be chained or tied to a pole, fence,
or wherever and put on display, and since I was now over eighteen display
included use.  Not just fingering or the occasional girl's tongue; nope,
full public humiliation sexual use.

   Sam made sure that my shots for menstruation and sexually transmitted
disease were up to date; yet the little problem persisted that I was still,
technically, a virgin.  My hymen was gone from dildo and vibrator use, but
a male organ had yet to enter me.

   I asked Brenda about this, but, good church girl that she was, she hadn
-(TM)t been a virgin since freshman year, and she asked if I was interested
in any of the boys in school.  Nope, no interest there, though some were
cute enough, some were bold enough, but all of them had seen and touched me
over the course of the previous year and none really set off the buzz in my
vagina that would make me want to do IT with THEM.

   Brenda had smiled and told me to come home with her that afternoon.  I
cleared it with Sam, heck, Brenda was at our place so often that Sam
welcomed the 'ravenous duo' as she called us eating elsewhere for an
evening.

   It was there I met HIM!  Michael, who was a second year college student,
varsity swimmer, and Brenda -(TM)s cousin, was visiting while on his way
back to his classes.  OMG if I wore panties they would be soaked through
just looking at him.

   We bantered during dinner and Michael told of his first year at college
at P-FIT where he was studying chemistry.  He was trying to green the world
by finding a way to break down plastics and synthetic fibers for reuse as
garment and industrial textiles.  To the girl sitting naked and dripping
into the towel Brenda -(TM)s parents had placed on my chair, it sounded
noble if unnecessary.  Then I realized that fabrics were all around me from
carpets to drapery to the very cloth upon the dinner table.  Maybe not so
unnecessary after all, I thought.

   Michael was wearing sandals, baggy cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.  I
was wearing my collar and wrist and ankle cuffs.  The boy was definitely
overdressed as far as I was concerned and I realized Brenda had given me
Adonis for my first lover and I could not wait to unwrap him.

   So my first time was with a college man who had seven of the hardest
firmest most filling inches of manhood I had ever known.  He knew me, as my
birth parent would have put it, four times before the next morning, and as
he dressed to continue his trip to college he was wobbly on his feet.  Me,
I walked to school looking like I -(TM)d been rode hard and put in the barn
wet.  Brenda giggled and smiled the entire half-mile walk from her house to
the school.  Sam called me into her office before first bell and took one
look at me, the look that asks,  -�WELL? -�

    -�His name is Michael, he is Brenda -(TM)s cousin, he -(TM)s in college
and WOW was IT good! -� I offered as explanation.  Sam nodded and told me
to hit the shower before classes and make sure what ever could drip out
went down the drain and not on a chair in a class room.  She spoke so blunt
and so practical that my buzz abated greatly.  Blunt, my dear reader, was
my adopted mother -(TM)s personality.

   I finished my core classes and began my first of two work-study jobs, my
gardening project around the school grounds, at the same time most others
in the senior class were going to lunch.  Weeding, mulching and planting
fall flowers and laying out the beds for the spring bulbs took me from the
start of school year in the end of August straight through Halloween.  The
colder months stalled my first job, and brought new challenges for my
second.

   I was the mentor/encourager for reluctant female students entering their
mandatory week of nudity in the school.  While most girls didn -(TM)t mind
shedding their clothes and romping about naked in WARM weather, once the
chill of November set in the girls chosen for the next five months needed a
deal of coaxing to try the mandated outdoor participation for sports and
school activities.  Before that it was dealing with zits, or bruises or the
occasional period for a girl who was not on the three or six month
ovulation regimen.  After November 1st though, it was a series of reluctant
Candy, Mandy, Mindy, Cindy, Linda, Sharon, Karen, Doreen, Maureen, and Sue
naked in school candidates who OMG did not want to get hard nipples or turn
blue walking around town naked.

   Usually after a day or two of my escorting them they got over it and
began to enjoy the fun of  -~shop ducking -(TM) as I had dubbed it.  There
were a few kids who only had the mandatory community service to do outside
of school grounds and they were bussed to their locations and picked back
up.  But the others who had a lot of school activity that was out and about
in the community had to walk unless they had driver licenses and cars. 
Lots of spring session juniors and most seniors did have their own rides, I
still had the Blue Bomber that Gramma Kramer had given me, and could have
given rides to some of the girls who did not.  Yet, I had been instructed
to keep with the spirit of the Program and encourage public exposure within
the community for the girls participating in the program -(TM)s short term
required phase.  To that end I invented the  -~shop duck -(TM).  I had gone
ahead to the local coffee shop, hardware store, convenience store, and car
dealership, all spaced about two city blocks apart from each other, and had
gotten permission for any girl in the program to spend as much time as they
needed in each shop to warm up during the winter.

   The coffee shop offered free hot cocoa and the use of its rest room for
all nude participants from November 15th through April 15th and it was a
popular stop off point.  The hardware store, midway between the business
district and the residential area, was as far as many girls could get
before they needed a warm up.  Not much for a girl to see or do there but
the place was always packed with do-it-yourselfers and contractors come the
end of the school day, all hoping for one or two of the girls to appear. 
The convenience store was another potty stop and offered a snack cake or
bag of chips and bottled water [room temperature] to the girls who dropped
in.  The auto dealer, well, Thom -(TM)s Toyota got a lot of business when
men began to see naked girls behind the big glass showroom windows.  Thom
set it up with his sales people that if the girls showed up three times
they would be eligible for a ten percent discount on any used car on his
lot.  Five times for fifteen percent and those of us who had opted for the
full time nudity program, each appearance was worth half a percent off. 
With over one hundred eighty school days, by the end of the second year of
the Naked In School Program Thom had given four girls their cars for ten
percent of the book value.  More importantly the regional manager had
awarded Thom Dealer of the Year two years running, as his new car sales
were vastly outpacing his competitors.  His trade ins moved well also, with
many girls getting their first cars from him at a significant discount.

   The one downside of Thom -(TM)s was what I had to do to get him to agree
to his participation.  I was shackled by my restraints to his dealership
sign all day one Saturday with the electronic sign above blinking, -� If
You Like What You See Today, Drop by during the week from 3 p.m.  to 7 p.m.
-� He didn -(TM)t even let me break to pee.  There was a puddle between my
legs by the day's end.  He did feed me and keep me hydrated and the day in
October was fairly warm, so I didn -(TM)t suffer much more than some
restraint, mild fondling, and humiliation.  Oh, he did offer me a car. 
With the Blue Bomber titled to me I had no need for one, so thank you
anyhow Thom.

   Jan Thayer, the Program Administrator, had been very impressed with my
initiatives and had filed a letter of commendation with the Secretary of
Health Education and Welfare in Washington, D.C.  under whose umbrella the
Program came.  Although that pleased me at the time, I tossed that pot on
the back burner and simply dealt with the reluctant girls as they came to
me in their rotation.

   February came and I was named the annual Wassail Maiden.  Before the
Program started a senior girl was chosen as the Wassail Maiden, and while
dressed in a forest green outfit would hand hot cider and apple sauce to
passers by and lead the Wassailing dance around the ancient apple tree in
front of DDEHS.  Apparently the NIS Program got this tradition slightly
changed.  Tied to the trunk of the old apple tree on the high school
grounds I spent the day being painted with apple butter, dowsed in cider,
and danced around by the student body and faculty.  It was cold and nasty
enough while it was being painted on me, but when the senior boys began to
lick the apple butter the cider and apple sauce off of me it was
excruciatingly erotic.  I came five times that I was aware of before the
ceremony was complete.  To think I don -(TM)t even like apples.

   As the Student mentor I was at every sports event, every school dance,
every performance of the student playhouse ('Oh!  Calcutta' in the fall,
'Hair' in the spring), the music and choir concerts, and the annual Mud
Bowl.  Mud Bowl was the spring marching band invitational.  Twelve marching
bands performing on a field, which had six inches of melted muck above the
still frozen ground below.  Watching them trying to pull off the tricky
maneuvers that fans enjoyed during the football season in the mud with
slipping sliding and falling down the norm rather than the exception made
Mud Bowl fun for the fan in the stand.  Not so much for the musician on the
field, particularly the Naked Ninjas of Dwight David Eisenhower Senior
High. We were eighty-nine musicians, seven flag girls seven baton twirlers
and one majorette plus the honorary senior majorette, all of us naked, and
by the end of our routine it looked as if we had signed up for the mineral
baths at a health spa.  Did I fail to mention that the honorary majorette
this year was ME?  Oopsie, sorry, I thought that would have been the first
thing you thought.  I spent an hour in the shower cleaning parts of me
where no mud should ever be allowed and still felt dirty.

   The week after the Mud Bowl the second of the memorable events of my
Senior Year occurred.  It did not happen to me, although it had an impact
upon me to my very core.

   Sam brought home the evening newspaper and above the fold in bold
headlines read,  -�FORMER LOCAL PASTOR JAILED FOR TWENTY YEARS -�.  As I
read the article it mentioned the facts of the case,  -�The Reverend Doctor
Stanley Delaney, formerly pastor of Community Christian Church here in
town, was found guilty by a jury in [his new state of residence] for having
entered the public middle school with a bull whip and whipping the students
and faculty who were participating in the annual Naked In School day. 
Charged with twenty-seven counts of aggravated assault, Mr.  Delaney railed
in court as to how God -(TM)s morality superceded society -(TM)s
immorality, his outbursts coming so often he was finally barred from his
own trial, watching it on closed circuit television from his jail cell.  It
took the jury only two hours to find Mr.  Delaney guilty on all charges;
however, they cited guilt by reason of diminished mental capacity.  Mr. 
Delaney shall serve his sentence in the state hospital for the criminally
insane.  If deemed mentally and socially rehabilitated Mr.  Delaney shall
be eligible for parole in fifteen years. -�

   I spent that night and many following snuggled next to Sam in bed,
sobbing.  The tears were not for the man who fathered me nor for his wife
my birth mother, but for those poor kids and teachers he had scarred for
life with his bull whip.  I am sure there is no place in heaven for people
who are so rigid in their belief system they cannot allow others to live
their lives in peace as they choose.

   The end of March and the beginning of April brought the Beach Volleyball
season and Brenda and I were top seeds on the DDE varsity girls team. 
While the other schools competed in bikinis, we, as always, were naked. 
League rules stated school colors and a name and number must be on each
player so two hours before we played the DDE team was in for body paint and
air brushing by kids from the art department.

   Spring break left me oddly confused.  Sam wanted us to go visit Gramma
Kramer on the farm.  While I always enjoyed visiting Gramma, Michael was
coming to Brenda -(TM)s that same week.  I had sex this last year three
times, all imposed upon me while I was shackled.  I had not been made love
to since Michael took my virginity back in late August and I was dying for
some real loving.

   I told Brenda about my conflict and she informed me she was about to ask
if she could come to Gramma -(TM)s with Sam and me.  I gave her my stupid,
-�HUH? -� look and she laughed.  It seemed that Michael was bringing his
fianc�(C)e home to meet his aunt and uncle, before continuing on to meet
her parents.

   'Oh well, that itch would have to wait to be scratched', I thought to
myself.  I said,  -�Sure, if Sam says okay, it -(TM)s fine with me. -� Sam
dropped the news that none of us would be going to Gramma -(TM)s and Gramma
would be coming up here for the break week instead.  It seemed that a local
independent tournament sponsor had gotten wind of the newly formed Beach
Volleyball High School league and wanted to stage a double elimination
tournament during the break week.

   The way it worked was ten schools would send teams and everyone would
play each other once.  The schools with the most wins would be placed in
the winners bracket and would play each other until there was one team left
which had beaten every other team in its bracket.  The bottom bracket teams
would also play each other, and every team that lost would be eliminated.
The last team left in the bottom bracket would play the last team left in
the top bracket for the trophy and the prize for the school they
represented.

   Our boys lost six of the nine matches they were in and went to the male
lower bracket.  Brenda and I won eight of the nine games we played and were
second to Bishop Timothy Boyle Catholic Girls Academy who had won all nine
of their games and who had caused our only loss.

   By the time we had returned to face Boyle again we DDE girls had walked
over Jefferson City, Madison High, Courtland Academy, and Deep Gorge
Regional.  Boyle had been similarly capable in dispatching Hannah Crest,
Lundsburgh High, Wolf Mountain, and Jefferson City, the only team to get
two games as they were third in the first round with seven wins, having
lost only to us and Boyle.

   Two p.m.  Saturday afternoon on an outdoor volleyball court in bright
sunshine we played the best of three sets to 15 points match for the
tournament championship.  The Boyle girls looked cute in their red and
white bikinis.  Brenda and I were naked for the glory of DDE.  We fought
hard but lost the first set 15-13.  During the intermission with the trash
talk that goes on between teams at its height, the Boyle girls came on
with,  -�with your girl parts flopping around like that you -(TM)ll never
win. -� We flipped back,  -�Yeah, well if we take this next set, and we
will, we dare you to play the third set, with all your girl parts bouncing
out and about. -� That was Brenda.  I added,  -�Yep, strip down or shut up
for the third set, girls. -�

   Did we psyche them out?  I don -(TM)t know and I -(TM)ve had time to
think back on that day many times.  What we did do was win the second set
15-11.  We looked over the net and mouthed,  -�Okay, pay it up and strip 
-~em off. -� Instead their back girl went down on the sand claiming a groin
injury and they forfeited the final game, giving DDE (and Brenda and me)
the tournament win, the trophy, and the school -(TM)s prize: a
professionally installed four court beach volleyball set up on the DDE
grounds.

   Two weeks after the tournament the Honors and Sports Awards Dinner took
place in the fanciest hotel in town.  It was easy to tell the honors kids
from the sports kids.  The honors kids were all, well mostly all, clothed,
and in the tradition of DDE that one wore ones team uniform to the awards
banquet, most of the athletes were nude.  Football, Field Hockey and
Lacrosse team members were the only exceptions as they were our full
contact sports and state law required uniforms for them.  The girls -(TM)
field hockey team rose as one once we were seated, chanted  -�Naked Ninjas
Rule -� and joined their sisters in full naked glory.  Both the boys and
girls lacrosse teams followed suit, leaving only the football team with too
much gear to be rid of to join us.

   Well, the coaches had a surprise for me when the lettering ceremony was
held.  I was presented with a gold pendant and neck chain instead of the
velour varsity letter, and my DDE hung proudly around my neck as it was
well known I did not own a jacket or sweater for a letter to be sewn upon.
Brenda was also honored with a pendant as she had once again spent the year
nude.  I was handed a volleyball and asked to sign it for the trophy case.
After I did so I passed it to Brenda who did the same.  It was the game
ball from the one serve over the net to Boyle -(TM)s empty courtside that
clinched our tournament championship.

   I was genuinely surprised when I was announced as the winner of both the
annual sportsperson of the year award and the newly created nude athlete of
the year award.  The shock came when the academic awards were given.  I was
named to the Honor Society based on my community activism, grades, and my
constant affirmative mentoring of those around me.  Who knew?  Not me for
sure.

   Jan Thayer, fortyish, fit, bronzed and nude was the next faculty speaker
to go to the microphone and I again heard my name called.  She read a
proclamation from the Secretary of Health Education and Welfare, lauding my
two years of service to the Naked In School Program and issuing a full
textile emancipation for me as a reward for my services.  An identification
bracelet, engraved USDHEW REGISTERED NUDIST on the front and with a serial
number registered to me on its inner surface was presented to me along with
a folder with the proclamation within it.  I was now free to be
clothing-free forever, if I so chose.  All I needed was my bracelet.

   Sam introduced me to Doctor Grace Manners, the National Vice President
of Sigma Kappa Gamma sorority, just before the awards dinner.  Sam said Dr.
Manners was her guest at the banquet and an old friend from college.  My
next surprise came when Dr.  Manners rose to present me with a full
four-year scholarship to any college where there was a chapter of Sigma
Kappa Gamma.  I had five applications out to universities and was slated to
visit them over the next week with Sam.  I had wondered why Sam had
insisted I apply to these schools and now I realized each had an active SKG
chapter.  Sam had been working in my behalf and behind my back on this for
several months.

   Sam and I ran into some difficulties during our college visitation
tours. Seniors visiting colleges were under the same restrictions as though
they were on school grounds during normal school hours.  This meant that I
was wearing my collar and wrist and ankle cuffs when we arrived at Cortland
College.  The security patrol at the gate would not allow us on campus
unless I was properly attired.  Sam tried to explain, as did the SKG
chapter president, but the College administration sent the Assistant Dean
of Discipline to the gate who read us the official stance of the campus. 
Basically, they tolerated SKG girls being nude in their own house because
the fraternity and sorority houses were considered private property, not
school grounds.  They would not allow or tolerate nudity anywhere else on
campus, even if such was required of the person currently nude.  Sam and I
thanked the SKG girls and said no thanks to Cortland College.

   Uplands University gave us much the same spiel and we deemed it not
worth our time or effort.  Edson College was accepting of my current state
of nudity but would require I be clothed on campus should I take their
offer of admission for the fall semester.

   Philadelphia Fashion Industries Technical University, P-FIT, opened its
doors widely for us, accepted me as a perfect fit, explaining that many
artists and classes used nude models around campus and it was not unusual
on any given day to see a girl or a guy walking about nude while artists
and photographers worked out lighting and background scenery.  The girl
showing us about, another SKG sister, explained she had finished her
semester as Life Style Model at the end of school in May but was perfectly
willing to strip off and show me the campus nude, if it would make me feel
more comfortable.  She offered Sam the same opportunity as a graduated SKG
sister had the same on campus privileges as one still in school.  So the
three of us left the SKG house nude, toured the campus, met the professors,
advisors and students, and before the end of the day I had signed the
letter of intent to attend P-FIT and play varsity beach volleyball for
them.

   Graduation day came all too quickly after that.  I heard my name called,
stood and walked down the aisle for my diploma wearing my mortarboard cap,
my honor society stole, my registered nudist ID bracelet and my DDE varsity
lavaliere.  I crossed the stage and flashes from many cameras went off. 
Waving my diploma over my head I skipped back to my seat.  I thought I saw
my birth mother in the rear of the auditorium, only briefly, and when I
looked back she was gone, if she -(TM)d been there at all.  Sam and Gramma
tossed me a huge party for my school friends and another when we arrived on
the farm for my last summer there before college.



   Part 6

   Greta -(TM)s Story: Naked in College - Sigma Kappa Gamma

   Sam and Gramma Kramer moved me directly into the sigma Kappa Gamma house
on the P-FIT campus the Monday of the second week of August.  It was three
weeks of pledge and freshman orientation prior to the beginning of the
academic year, including the volleyball coach -(TM)s request that all
volleyball players report, at that same time, for screening and evaluation.

   Brenda was being moved into the freshman dormitory.  Since it is across
the P-FIT campus and a half-mile from sorority and fraternity row, as the
crow flies, we would see little of each other socially unless Brenda
pledged SKG, although we would be together on teams and in classes.  I was
trying my best to convince her to pledge, but certain aspects of SKG life
did not appeal to her.

   I did not have the luxury of saying no.  I was a legacy; endorsed by two
graduate sisters, my adopted mother Sam Kramer and my former program mentor
Jan Thayer, and I had accepted the SKG athlete scholar scholarship for four
years of tuition and room and board in the house.

   The sign just inside the door of the SKG House made me giggle.   -�All
Freshman pledges will leave their suitcases containing clothing in the
great room on the first floor. -� Sam had warned me that the three weeks of
SKG pledging prior to the start of school required mandatory nudity.  I was
dressed in my summer tan, USDHEW NIS bracelet and my varsity lavaliere at
the time and indicated I had no intention of deviating from my norm, now or
anytime in the near future.

   My pledge big sister met me in the foyer as I lugged my laptop and a
duffel bag with bedding inside.  Raluca Razkova was a junior and had been
elected chapter vice-president and pledge mistress at the end of the last
school year.   -�Pledge, where are your clothes? -� she had bellowed at me.
I showed her my bracelet.   -�Oh, you're THAT one, -� she had muttered and
looked up to see Sam staring icily at her.  Meekly,  -�Sister Samantha, it
is so good to see you again, this is your daughter? -�

    -�Raluca, let us get something straight from the beginning, Greta is my
daughter, and I am still the SKG priestess chaplain, and while I do not
expect my daughter to receive favor over other pledges as her mother and as
her sister in SKG we shall be sharing confidences.  This house has been
warned by National about its excesses, so let us not turn that warning into
a probationary. -� Sam smiled that smile of hers with the left side of her
lip curled up, the one that said without words, 'young lady you are due for
a paddling'.  Apparently Raluca had seen this look before.  I know I had
and my bottom was reddened only too recently when I ignored  -~the LOOK.
-(TM)

    -�Don -(TM)t worry ,ma -(TM)am, -� it amazed me that Raluca backed off
so quickly,  -�Greta is a legacy, she will be fine, and she will be seen
after. -�

   As politely as I could I cleared my throat and said,  -�These bags are
not getting any lighter, could you show me where I -(TM)ll be staying so I
can put them down? -�

   Raluca showed Sam and me through to the pledge dorm, a large open room
in the attic with about fifteen beds.  Seven of them were bunk beds and the
one single had a note on it,  -�reserved for Pledge Mistress. -� I grabbed
a lower with a desk under a window and made up my bunk after plugging in
the laptop and setting it up to the P-FIT network.

   I soon learned that the balance of the pledge class were first semester
sophomores and had I not been a legacy and the scholarship awardee I would
have had to sit out freshman year as well.  SKG wanted women with a bit
more maturity than a typical first semester freshman.  The sorority rushed
just before finals in spring semester and sent bids out just after finals
ended.  Twenty bids were the norm, but judging from the extra space in the
pledge dorm a couple of beds had not been needed this year and there would
be only fourteen of us.

   Just after I -(TM)d said my goodbyes to Gramma (as a non SKG she could
not enter the house) and Sam and assured them I would be fine, the intercom
system blared, 'Pledges to the Great Room'.

   Fine is a relative term.  Thirteen other girls were standing in the
Great Room.  All of them dressed in summer frocks or shorts and tops, all
of them with their suitcases open.  A SKG big sister was rooting through
the clothing, pulling out offending garments and discarding them.  The
mantra from the big sisters was, 'An SKG girl would rather be naked than be
caught wearing this'.  It seemed to apply to everything from cotton bikini
panties to bobby socks to cashmere sweaters.

   It most certainly applied to flannel nightgowns, terry cloth robes, and
pajamas of any material.  I stood before Raluca, who was my big sister as
well as the pledge mistress, and did my best to keep my eyes foreword and
not burst out laughing.  She looked at me and had an even tougher time,
twice she lost it and actually laughed out loud.

   Lynn Palmer, the chapter president, coughed and asked,  -�Sister Raluca,
is there a reason for your levity? -� Raluca responded,  -�Madam President,
my pledge seems to be the only one who knows how to dress for this occasion
and had absolutely nothing offensive in her luggage.  May I use my pledge
as the example for the other hopefuls, ma -(TM)am? -�

    -�Most assuredly, Sister Raluca you may display your pledge on the
pledge stand, -� Palmer gestured toward a riser about ten inches above the
floor level of the Great Room.

   Raluca looked like she was about to have a bit of fun when she told me
to stand on the riser, she barked an order, one which she expected me to
neither know nor follow in the hopes she might pledge discipline me.  
-�POSITION ONE! -� Immediately I drew myself upright, clasped my hands
right over left behind my head and spread my legs at a forty-five degree
angle.  Both Palmer and Razkova gasped audibly.

   Palmer recovered first.   -�Here you see the properly clothed and
properly posed SKG pledge.  Those of you who wish to continue your
education in the ways of Sigma Kappa Gamma would be wise to mimic both the
dress and the position of Sister Elect Greta. -�

   To me, she turned and said,  -�Position Two, -� I dropped to my knees,
legs still spread apart and hands still clasped behind my head.   -�Very
well done, now three, -� Palmer stated and my hands came from behind my
neck and slid into position on my knees.

    -�It is easily seen that your mother is a SKG girl, Greta. -� Lynn
Palmer nodded and gave the command,  -�Release. -�

   With that I rose and stood on the display riser.  She had released me
from posing positions, but had not released me to resume my normal
activities.  Being submissive is sort of like playing Simon Says, when a
Dom or Domme gives a command you follow it until they give another command
that relieves you of the first.

    -�Excellent, -� Raluca said,  -�now come on down, Greta. -�

   I smiled.  Raluca then asked me,  -�Would you care to tell the sister
pledges why you are still on the platform? -�

    -�Ma -(TM)am, yes, ma -(TM)am with your permission, -� a wave of the
hand from Palmer indicated I had it,  -�Sister Raluca was not she who
commanded me to stand on the riser, Sister Lynn did so, by granting Sister
Raluca the permission to pose me, therefore; unless Sister Lynn has
delegated all authority to Sister Raluca I am still obedient to Sister Lynn
-(TM)s original command. -�

   Lynn then stated,  -�I release you from all pledge obligations for the
rest of this evening and until I personally reinstate them, on the
condition that you assist Sister Raluca in the education of these
barbarically clothed women, bringing them into the sister pledge status
needed to continue their education.  Oh, and please do come down from the
riser. -�

   I stepped off and looked at the thirteen other girls.  Even I could tell
that the interaction between some of them with the big sisters assigned
them was leading to five or six resignations tonight.

   There was a ceremony each night before dinner where each pledge lit a
candle bearing her name.  If a girl failed to appear to light her candle,
or if before dinner ended she or a big sister extinguished the flame, she
was out.

   Five girls simply repacked their clothing and left the house after
watching me being put through my paces.  Now there were nine.  The other
eight, still a bit confused, looked at me.  With Sister Raluca -(TM)s
permission I explained,  -�For all pledge activities we are required to be
nude, until classes begin that will be enforced twenty-four/seven.  As the
semester goes along and we go in and out to classes you will dress at the
front door in the clothing your big sister permits you for that day and go
to class.  On your return you will remove the clothing granted you and
neatly fold it and return it to your pledge box outside your big sister
-(TM)s bedroom door. -� I turned to Raluca,  -�Do they have permission to
speak and to ask questions, ma -(TM)am? -�

    -�Yes, Pledge Greta, they may do so of you, as they were all to have
read the SKG handbook prior to arriving today and I can see be some faces
they are even undisciplined in that. -�

    -�How do you know so much about this? -� One girl, Anne something,
asked me.

    -�I have been living the SKG lifestyle since my sophomore year of high
school." I went on to explain about my skin condition, my need to spend
time every day nude while medicines were applied, how the nurse, the woman
who would become my adopted mother, had taught me the basic positions and
disciplines during those sessions and had continued to instruct me while I
participated in the Naked In School Program during the last two years of
high school.

   That I lived and moved and had my being in absolute nudity totally
shocked some of the girls, but when I explained that Sigma Kappa Gamma was
a bearded cover for the priestesshood of the Sky Clad Goddess and nearly
all rituals pertaining to the sorority would be done while nude, one or two
of the women became decidedly uncomfortable.

   Raluca then told the pledges,  -�It is time for your decision, either
prepare to present yourself to the sisterhood as proper pledges, as
demonstrated by sister pledge Greta, or repack your belongings and take the
next several hours to find a dorm room on campus.  If you are staying, be
nude and in the dining room in fifteen minutes. -� With that the pledge
mistress left us.

   I told the girls,  -�My mom, Sam Kramer, told me over three years ago
that in submission there is freedom.  There is a scripture that suggests
wives be obedient to their husbands as onto the Lord.  Well, obedience is
not submission; for submission to be perfect the one who submits must love,
trust, and honor the one who commands or dominates to the point that all
decisions in his or her life are made by the dominant.  When Sam adopted me
and I adapted to the Naked In Society lifestyle, I could not believe how
free I felt being within the structure of the program and having a loving
parent with a firm hand to guide me into that freedom, -� I paused,  -�my
life before Sam was structured, rigid, and dominated; however, I was not
free within that structure to live or to move and be what nature destined
me to be.  I was not free to love and be loved by both sexes, I was not
free to enjoy the beauty given me in my body nor to enjoy the icy chill of
winter upon it nor bask in the heated rays of summer.  No, I was mentally
and physically shackled more than any bondage restraint a Domme might place
on me, and I was hurt more than any flay or rod could make upon me.  Now I
have no restrictions on my life other than what my Domme tells me I have.
My mom released me to this chapter of SKG and now they collectively are my
Domme; as they shall be Domme for you if you decide to remain in this
house. These next few weeks may be uncomfortable for those of you who never
submitted to the Naked In School program in High School, but you will
survive them with the help of the girls around you.  I do not know why the
Sisters left me here to speak with you, but I do know that obedience to
their desires is not an option.  So, if you are staying strip and do it
here and now.  You were not given permission to leave the room and we will
all be seeing each other as you now see me a great deal in the future.  If
you are leaving, gather your gear and do so quickly and quietly. -�

   As a gesture that I did not want to know who was making which decision I
turned my back on the eight young women and waited a full five minutes by
the grandfather clock in the dining room before I turned.  I heard rustling
and the outer door of the house open and close about a minute before I
turned back to the girls.

   The eight had become four.  Lexis, Dottie, Anna, and Philly remained and
were nude.  I could not believe what a sight they were.  Lexis, an Eurasian
just over five feet tall with a pure boy figure, no breasts but huge eraser
nipples and absolutely no body hair was delectable.  Dottie, five feet
eight inches of curves, African-American about a size twelve with
thirty-eight C breasts just a tiny bit sagging, enough to trap a pencil and
hold it underneath, and a pubic bush that ran from her navel to her mid
inner thigh.  Anna (Ah-nah), taller than Dottie by at least three inches
and athletically built with 34B breasts and legs that went on forever had
only a light dusting of blond hair in her crotch.  She also had wicked tan
lines; pure white triangular patches at her groin and on her breasts and a
smaller triangle above her butt crack suggesting a summer spent in a thong
swim suit.  Philly gave the physical appearance of one of mixed bloodlines
from Brazil or the Caribbean islands.  Standing at five feet four inches
and with a spot of white only at her crotch suggesting a summer of topless
sunbathing her pubes were trimmed to a very thin landing strip of hair
barely within the boundaries of the tan line.

   Raluca entered the room at that point.   -�So Greta didn -(TM)t scare
you girls off with her tales, -� Raluca said in a tone that was far more
gentle than I had thought it would be.   -�Well, that means you get to
sleep here tonight at the very least.  Now let -(TM)s have a look at you
all. -� She proceeded to walk around each of the pledges and made notes on
her clipboard.  She then walked around me and did the same.

    -�Well ladies, we have our work cut out for us over the next three
weeks.  Those of you with tan lines will be spending a great deal of time
on our roof top sundeck losing them.  Those of you, who have body hair,
please introduce it to a razor before tomorrow morning.  Greta I am giving
you the pleasure of supervising the exfoliation of your sisters, and if
they aren -(TM)t bare tomorrow you will get one stroke for every hair we
find during inspection. -� With that Raluca left us, tossing over her
shoulder,  -�You may now go pick out your bunks in the pledge dorm. -�

   The big sisters had been busy while we were downstairs.  There were only
six bunks now, all floor level, left in the pledge dorm.  With only five
pledges and Raluca for the next three weeks, it was going to be difficult
hiding in such a small crowd.  (Not that they would let me hide any time
anyway).

   Dottie asked the question they all were thinking,  -�Greta, why don
-(TM)t you have any hair on your body? -�

    -�When Gramma, Sam and I came to the realization I was going to be the
poster child for the Naked In Society Programs, Gramma offered to pay for
laser hair removal.  From the neck down, under both arms, pubic, pelvic and
anal hair all removed never to grow back again.  Now you can get the same
effect from depilatories or by shaving but they are far less permanent, and
trust me, when the pubes begin to grow back it itches like hell, so I think
I made a good investment. -�

    -�But, -� Lexis asked,  -�aren -(TM)t there some guys out there who
like their women with hair? -�

    -�Ever have a guy, or a girl for that matter, complain to you about not
getting hair in his or her mouth while eating you out, Lexis? -� I asked
her.

    -�I wouldn -(TM)t know, I -(TM)m a virgin and I -(TM)ve never grown any
hair, -� she replied.   -�I stopped developing when I was twelve.  My
gynecologist says my vagina is so small that even an average size male
trying to penetrate me would cause me severe injury.  However; I do have
this, -� she spread her legs without a bit of modesty or shame and
displayed a clitoris popped out of its hood.  It was a good three inches
long and looked like it was erect.

   Dottie grinned,  -�You have that and no guy or girl has ever sucked on
it?  Good lord girlie, if no one else wants it my mouth got dibs, -� she
ended by licking her lips.

    -�Play time won -(TM)t happen until the sisters say so, and we have
three of you to rid of body hair, -� I redirected their attention to the
task at hand,  -�so does anyone have a couple of cans of Veet or Nair they
are willing to donate to the cause? -�

   Philly (real name Philomena, but I hate it) pulled out what looked to be
two twenty-ounce bottles of soda from her luggage.   -�This stuff comes
from Brazil, it is very effective on all types of body hair and it is what
I use for every place but here, -� she pointed to her landing strip, 
-�because it really burns on your lips. -�

   It took three hours to get the girls done, Dottie taking the longest as
she had the most hair to remove and the coarsest hair as well.  Each of us
used a magnifying glass on the others, looking for and plucking stray hairs
until we were sure we had gotten them all.

   Raluca came into the room just as our time limit ended and began her own
intimate search of each pledge.  When she was finished she approached me, 
-�You girls have not yet elected your pledge president, so I gave that
position to Greta, just for tonight.  Your pledge president will receive
twice the punishment each of the pledges receives for infractions of the
rules.  While I see you worked hard to accomplish your task tonight, I
noted five stray hairs on Pledge Dottie, two on Pledge Philly and three on
Pledge Anna.  I did not tell the pledges that they would be punished
tonight but I did warn Greta.  Each hair would be worth one stroke for each
pledge.  The total hair count came to ten therefore Greta shall receive
twenty strokes.  I am holding three Popsicle sticks in my hand.  Each has a
word written upon it.  Greta, you will choose the instrument by which you
shall be disciplined, the choices are cane, strap, or paddle.  Please pull
one stick from my hand. -�

   I stepped forth and took the one in the middle and went to hand it to
her.  She told me to read it out loud.   -�It says paddle. -� I announced
to the room and then handed the stick back to Raluca.

   She opened a drawer, removed a ping pong paddle with a leather piece
where the rubbery game paddle would be, and told the five of us to be
downstairs in five minutes.

    -�How fair is that, I know there was no hair on any of us, we checked,
-� Dottie was angry.

    -�It isn -(TM)t about fair, it is about discipline.  If it wasn -(TM)t
the hair some other issue would have been used to cause each of us to be
paddled.  Expect this from now on, because I know the drill and have been
subjected to this before, they are using me as the example for you.  They
will probably be harder on me than they will be on you in the future, just
to see if the fear of corporal punishment will drive any more of you out of
the house.  Please don -(TM)t allow it to and remember what you see, for it
will be expected of you sooner than you think. -�

   Four minutes later seventeen senior sisters and five pledges were in the
great room of the house where an X frame had been set up.  Raluca asked me,
 -�Position Four or the frame, pledge Greta? -� I assumed position four
without saying a word.  She asked,  -�Do you know what is required of you?
-�

   I verbally acknowledged the affirmative.  She gently touched my buttocks
with the paddle.  It took every effort in my conscious mind to not tense
up. I knew from experience the tenser you were the more it hurt.  The first
stroke landed on my right cheek,  -�One thank you, ma -(TM)am, -� she
alternated right and left until ten stinging blows had left my ass rosy red
and hurting.  I counted every stroke and thanked her.  When she had
finished I thanked the sisters present for allowing me to be corrected and
vowed to do better to bring honor to them, the chapter, and Sigma Kappa
Gamma.  A hard wooden chair was brought out then and I was told to sit
down. I did so with legs spread at a forty-five degree angle and back
erect, hands resting flat on my thighs, fingertips just touching the knees.
I think the pressure of sitting on newly spanked flesh hurts worse than the
spanking.  I felt that they were trying to break me, but nothing they could
do to me would stand in my way of becoming a sister of SKG.

   The campus has a trail that circles it completely and is free of traffic
except for joggers and bicyclists.  The next morning Raluca had us up a six
a.m.  and told us our clothing for today would be our running shoes.  I
laced mine on and watched as the other girls also did so, three of them
putting quarter socks on inside their shoes.  I was concerned about this.

    -�Your instructions from Sister Raluca were specific, she said running
shoes.  If socks were a part of that she would have said so, -� Dottie and
Anna looked at me like I had two heads but took their shoes off and left
the socks behind.  Lexis left her socks on, indicating she hadn -(TM)t
broken these shoes in and was afraid of blisters.  I shook my head, 'Well
your feet may not get blisters,' I thought, 'but your ass surely might.'

   We all presented in position one on arriving downstairs in the foyer,
waiting for our Pledge Mistress to lead us in our run.  Raluca walked
around us again, with her clipboard in hand, jotting notes.

    -�Pledge Greta, -� she said,  -�you are scheduled for a five mile run
with the volleyball team candidates at ten a.m..  Therefore, I am excusing
you from the one-mile jog we are going to do now.  Please report to Sister
Lynn in the kitchen for house duty assignment. -�

   She had not told me to remove my shoes so, I thanked her for her
consideration and I turned to leave the foyer and she stopped me,  -�Are
you forgetting to do something, pledge? -�

    -�Ma -(TM)am, I do not believe I am. -� I responded.

    -�You won -(TM)t need your shoes in the kitchen, pledge. -�

    -�The pledge mistress instructed me to place these on my feet this
morning, ma -(TM)am, and she has not yet instructed me to remove them. -� I
replied evenly, using the third person and hoping not to be
confrontational.

    -�Excellent pledge, the letter and the spirit of the command given, -�
Raluca responded,  -� I now tell you, take off your shoes and return them
to the pledge dorm before you report to the kitchen. -�

    -�Yes, ma -(TM)am, thank you ma -(TM)am, -� I replied.

    -�Oh, before you go, pledge Greta, pledge Lexis, did I tell you to wear
socks with your sneakers?   -� Lexis answered in the negative.   -�Did
anyone advise you that if I did not tell you specifically to don socks you
should not? -� Lexis honestly admitted I had told her she should not.  
-�Yet, the experienced fellow pledge you saw disciplined last night could
not dissuade you from doing so anyway? -� Lexis responded no again and
tried to explain about her new shoes and blisters.   -�Pledge Lexis please
remove your shoes and socks.  Since you are afraid they will cause blisters
you shall do our one-mile jog barefoot.  Now are any of your sister pledges
willing to share your pain?   -� Dottie and Anna immediately removed their
own sneakers, Philly followed the example a second later, I believe the
hesitation was due to language comprehension.  Raluca said nothing, but
mentally I saw all of us bent over and being paddled that night.

   I actually enjoyed my time in the kitchen with Sister Lynn who was a
culinary arts major and showed me how to chop veggies for a fresh salad for
the house lunch and how to measure and prepare a balsamic vinaigrette
dressing for the salad.  After the prep work I cleaned the kitchen under
Lynn -(TM)s watchful eye.  A cup of coffee and glass of grape juice later
was released from the house to attend volleyball practice.  Oopsie, sister
Raluca had commanded I remove my sneakers.  She had not told me I could don
my volleyball uniform or my sneakers before I left the house.  Oh, well, it
wasn -(TM)t the first volleyball game or practice I had attended nude.  So
off I streaked across campus to the gym.

   Other girls and guys were gathered around the two nets strung in the gym
casually batting a ball over the nets and chatting.  Apparently returning
players from last year catching up after a summer away from each other,
they saw me coming and greeted me with catcalls and wolf whistles.

    -�Sorry everyone, I -(TM)m pledging SKG and my pledge mistress was out
of the house when I had to leave for practice. -� I said, not realizing
that Coach Donna Kelly was coming up behind me.

    -�An SKG girl never apologizes for being naked.  It is expected of
them, Ms.  Demure, -� Coach announced and then continued;  -�all of you
shall introduce yourselves to Greta Demure over the course of the next few
days.  For now we have eliminations for varsity and junior varsity teams to
consider and I want to get a spiking drill in following our five mile run.
Ms.  Demure, as far as the team is concerned you are in uniform and ready
to participate.  Let -(TM)s go run everyone. -�

   There are two running tracks in the athletic yards on the P-FIT campus.
One is cinder and sand the other is synthetic grass.  I was fortunate that
Coach decided to run us on the synthetic surface.  Between the run and the
next hour of spiking drills I needed the shower I took at the gym.  On my
way back to the house I reflected on the words Coach had spoken and
wondered to myself if Donna Kelly was a graduated sister.  Better not seem
to be too curious, but perhaps I knew a way to find out.

   Sam had shown me her tattoo, the Greek letters Sigma Kappa Gamma inside
a wreath of ivy leaves, on her left hip and told me SKG chapters varied but
the tradition was either a tattoo or a brand on completion of pledge hell
week.  If I could catch Coach in the shower maybe I could discover if we
were potentially sisters.  If she was though, she probably had a pipeline
to the house and today -(TM)s verbal flub might get reported.  Oh well, it
was now after one p.m.  and house lunch was to be served by the pledges at
one thirty.

   The five of us served the seventeen sisters seated at the dining room
table starting with the salad I had a hand in creating, followed by a nice
clear broth soup and melted cheese and ham pannini sandwiches.  Lynn
permitted us the  -~leftovers -(TM) in the kitchen for our own lunch.  I
saw a few leafy greens, about four ounces of soup and three burned
sandwiches left.  I let the other girls eat; I had been without food before
and knew I could make it on a glass of juice and some coffee.

   Dessert was simply a bowl of fresh fruit.  Starting with the chapter
president the bowl went around the table with exactly seventeen pieces to
be shared.

   The girls with tan lines were ordered to the sun deck for the balance of
the afternoon leaving Dottie and me to clean the kitchen and prep for
dinner with sister Lynn.  She pulled me aside and told me she knew what I
had done in the kitchen earlier.  Apparently there were nanny cams all over
the house with access monitors wherever there was a computer or television
and we were never unobserved.

   Lynn slipped me a piece of cheese and another glass of cranberry
pomegranate juice to hold me over until dinner.  She told me quietly that
not every pledge that came through the house was as willing to sacrifice
for her sisters particularly during the first few days of pledging. 
Further I was the house scholar athlete and they needed me to keep my
strength up, she winked at me with that remark.

   The next three weeks before class sped past in a blur of pledge
activity, pledge discipline, (they did elect me pledge president so every
time one of the other four screwed up I received double their punishment),
and my sports activities.

   Two days before classes were to begin Coach Kelly read out the final
rosters for the season to come.  I was to be a substitute on the indoor
court volleyball team and was listed as primary net for the women -(TM)s
beach volleyball squad.  My primary back court player, someone I already
knew could play the game, Brenda Adams.

   It was after that practice, in the shower that Coach whispered in my
ear,  -�Pledge, present for your sister, -� and I immediately went to
Position One and any doubt in my mind as to her status as a graduated
sister disappeared.

    -�An SKG girl may be expected to do many things nude in public, am I
correct, pledge? -�

   She asked me rhetorically yet I knew I needed to answer,  -�Yes, Coach.
-�

    -�As long as you are in pledge status you shall attend every game as
you are now, no not soapy and wet, I saw the eyes pledge, do not start with
me, but nude you shall be until pledge semester ends in December,
understood? -� She waited for an answer which of course was,  -�Ma -(TM)am,
yes, Ma -(TM)am. -� As she turned to leave I noticed the Sigma Kappa Gamma
tattoo on her left hip.  Hers was inside of a red heart.

    Greta -(TM)s Story: Naked in College - Required Courses

   I have to admit, that as a Liberal Arts undeclared student, I was
without focus my first semester in college.  I was trying everything from
sculpture to botany, with a required English composition and History of
Western Civilizations tossed in, with my one elective being something
called Social Psychology.

   None of my pledge sisters were in my classes, so more often than not I
was the only naked student in the classroom, except for the sculpture
class,.  At P-FIT it was not unusual for a student or even a faculty member
to attend class nude, therefore the only looks I noticed were a lot of guys
and not a few girls admiring my curvy naked body.  If my birth father, now
in jail for a long time, had been here I probably would have had welts on
my back from his whip.  Here an occasional pat on the butt or a lingering
stroke down the flank and hips as one of the art kids posed me in sculpture
class was all that happened.

   I turned down as many coffee dates as there were guys in my classes. 
But I did, after an argument with the Social Psychology professor over the
topic at hand, accept her invitation to discuss my points and opinions over
dinner at her home.

   We were using Mark Chessman -(TM)s books  -�Slavery or Submission -� and
 -�Punishment vs.  Discipline -� as primary texts and I had argued in class
that based on Chessman -(TM)s writing there was no clear line in the
Dom/sub relationship.

   Dr.  Sonia Walsh had offered me a proof text of Chessman -(TM)s new
work,  -�Freedom In Submission -�, if I would join her for dinner at her
home on faculty row.  Her comment 'don -(TM)t bother dressing for dinner'
made me smile.

   It was Thursday evening at six-thirty when I rang the bell and was
escorted into the foyer of Dr.  Walsh -(TM)s home.  A tray by the door with
a sign that said , -�Please Remove Footwear -� bade me shed the only things
besides my jewelry that I was wearing, my sandals, and I was escorted into
a sitting room by a student assistant who was probably a junior.  He was
nude, male, and pierced through his nipples and with two gold hoop rings
through his foreskin of his penis.  His body hair had been lasered off and
he spoke not a word, just using hand signals to tell me where I was to go
and which chair I was to sit in.

   DR.  Walsh entered the sitting room at seven p.m.  and had two adult
males with her.   -�Greta, these gentlemen shall be dining with us.  Upon
completion of dinner we will have a continued chat in this room over
brandy, but I do wish for you to feel free to tell them what you spoke with
me concerning the two books we are discussing in class. -� Dr.  Walsh had
not introduced either man, and I guessed she would do so when she felt it
appropriate.

   We withdrew to the dining room, where 'Boy', Dr.  Walsh -(TM)s only name
for the nude helper, served a very tasty mixed greens and vegetables salad
with a light herb dressing.  The conversation began when I was asked by one
of the men why I felt the books in Dr.  Walsh -(TM)s class did not
adequately cover the topic.

   'Boy' then served a soup that was rich with onions, cheeses and croutons
and was totally delicious and the conversation lapsed for a bit until he
returned to clear the table.

   When I explained that my background was in an extremely fundamentalist
religious tradition where the prevalent tenet was  -~to obey is better than
sacrifice -(TM) followed by 'wives be submissive to your husbands -(TM) and
that the fear of God and the fear of the male gender was the primary
emotion of most females be they infants, teens or adults, there was no
conscious choice as Chessman had indicated in his texts.

   'Boy' was back with the main course, a pot roast done in herbs, with
fresh carrots, turnips and green beans that had been cooked in the same pot
with the meat, and a large baked potato with sour cream and chives. 
Conversation was halted again while we partook of this very tasty main
course.   -�Boy -(TM) seemed to know when the last person at table finished
the last morsel on the plate, for precisely then he appeared to clear the
dinner plates.

   One could only surrender to a Dom as a sub if one had the choice to
surrender.  Being born into the system where your sex dictated your place,
submission was forced, not voluntary, and Chessman -(TM)s main premise did
not stand.  I continued to argue until dessert and coffee appeared.  We
quieted again while we finished the meal and retired to the sitting room
while 'Boy -(TM) cleared the table in the dining room.

   The four of us bantered this about for a while, some of my points stood
and some broke down under the logic the three (whom I presumed were all
professors) worked on me.  One of the males told me that for the next
dinner session he would like me to put my thoughts down logically on paper.
Dr.  Walsh concurred saying this would be my theme paper for class, which I
would have to defend verbally in class, so we would set the next dinner for
three weeks hence.

   In the course of my research, over the next few weeks, I bumped into
'Boy' in the outer office of Doctor Walsh -(TM)s two-room faculty suite. 
He sat at a table with his feet at a forty-five degree angle and was
usually nude, though on two occasions he was wearing silk boxers.  I
guessed, almost correctly, he had failed an assignment that Doctor Walsh
had given him and was serving a period of humiliation as penance for his
misdeed.

   When Sonia, which is what she now wished for me to call her, seemed open
to my asking, I went directly to the point:  -�Who is he and what did he
do, Sonia, that he merits this punishment? -�

    -�Well, he used to be and may someday be again, Kevin Fitch, senior
honors student and psychology major.  I was so impressed with a paper he
had written that I showed it to someone else.  That someone in turn showed
me an unpublished manuscript of the book he was writing.  With minor
variations, Kevin had stolen the man -(TM)s work line for line.  He had
found a draft in a pile waiting to be shredded and had stolen it from
there. I gave him the choice, with the man -(TM)s permission, of a caning,
one stroke for every stolen word, and nude servitude for a semester or
immediate expulsion with no hope of recommendation for graduate school or
employment references.  You can see for yourself the choice he made. -�
Sonia then reached up to take a book down from the third shelf of a floor
to ceiling bookcase behind her desk.  I couldn -(TM)t help notice the short
skirt she wore ride up over the crest of her behind and reveal her to be
panty-less beneath it.

    -�Like what you see, Greta? -� She asked looking over her shoulder, 
-�I could take it off so that you might get a better view. -�.

    -�No need, Sonia, you have a lovely body and I would really enjoy
seeing more of it sometime, but, what I was actually hoping to get a
glimpse of was your left hip. -� I made my reply short and honest.

    -�Yes, I am an SKG alumna, Greta, but no there is no tattoo, -� Sonia
simply unbuttoned the cardigan top she was wearing and exposed her bra-less
breast,  -�our chapter branded our pledges on the left breast. -� She
showed me the SKG scar burned into her flesh.   -�Now, do you have that
draft I hoped for today?  Also, please take that book I just pulled down
from the shelf and see if there are thoughts in it you wish to incorporate
into your paper. -�

   My paper was titled 'If It Be Punishment Let It Fit the Crime', and was
based on Dr.  Chessman -(TM)s 'Punishment vs.  Discipline'.   -�May I
interview  -~boy -(TM) for part of my research, Sonia? -� I asked her
before leaving her office.

    -�Yes, under several conditions, first he may not reveal whose work he
stole, second he must wear his punishment weights while being interviewed
by you, and third, as an added humiliation he must masturbate to orgasm
both before and after your interview.  In fact let us make that mandatory.
-� She called out through her door,  -�Boy, get your naked ass in here. -�

   He appeared immediately.   -�Ms.  Demure wishes to interview you for a
theme she is writing for my class.  You may perform your ritual of
sacrifice into this dish, -� she produced a glass bowl,  -�and upon
completion you may speak with her.  When her interview is over you shall
again deposit your sacrifice into the dish and then resume your vow of
silence. -�

   I could see just how painful this experience was for  -~boy -(TM) with
the two piercings in his uncircumcised foreskin rubbing against the head of
his penis he had to be very careful with his movements or he would rip and
bloody his man shaft.  Yet Dr.Walsh would only allow him so much time to
complete the task and he ha the added humiliation of my being there and
watching him perform.

   He finally completed his painful self-stroking and Sonia added the
weights to the rings on his foreskin.  We moved back to the outer office
with eight ounces of lead weight clacking between his legs.

    -�What is it you wish to know, -� he asked me once Sonia was back in
her inner office and the door was shut.

    -�Leave out the details of who and what but explain the rest to me and
explain to me how you believe the punishment you are receiving matches the
crime you committed, -� I told him and I set up my little voice recorder to
catch every word.

   The interview took about half and hour and, breaking no confidences, 
-~Boy -(TM) told me how he had been at a loss for a senior theme, had been
working a part-time campus job cleaning faculty offices and had often
glanced at drafts and crumpled notes in the waste to be burned or shredded
to learn how the professors thought and taught and what they considered to
be viable research as opposed to simple unsupported and unsubstantiated
scribbling.

   He had come across a seventeen page outline in a certain professor
-(TM)s trash can with large red X marks through the pages.  Thinking it to
be a discarded work, and reading into the logic of the progression he saw
could be built upon he co-opted the premise for his thesis.

    -�If I had acknowledged the premise as being from an unpublished work,
and that I was building on someone else -(TM)s foundation I might have been
okay, though you are marked down from the highest level if you are using
someone else -(TM)s thoughts.  As I believed those notes to have been
rejected I wrongly believed I could use them without fear.  You can see
where it got me. -� He sighed and asked if the interview was over,

    -�Not quite.  Do you believe your punishment fits the crime? -� I asked
again.  He had danced all around the question but had never answered it.

    -�No.  I should have been expelled with no hope of graduation.  That
was the prescribed punishment.  As it is the punishment for all plagiarism.
This is a lesser punishment, humiliating and humbling yet it is not nearly
as severe as having your future crushed for one stupid act of borrowing
someone else -(TM)s thoughts and words.  Stop me, borrowing is not the case
it was theft of intellectual property, plain and simple.  That both
professors came up with a plan to show me leniency by allowing me to accept
a caning and this naked servitude, does not change my crime.  This, to me
is penance, the expulsion would have been punishment. -� He again asked if
we were done and I nodded yes this time.

   As I nodded yes, Sonia was summoned from her office to witness  -~Boy
-(TM) humiliate himself once again.  When he was finished and quite raw, I
took my leave.  I was left to ponder an interesting point  -~Boy -(TM) had
left in my brain.  Penance as a submissive act, does it fall as discipline
or does it fall as punishment, or is it the cr�"me filling between the
cookies that are punishment and discipline?

   I would be working on that premise for several more days as Sonia -(TM)s
next dinner with the two male professors was five days hence and my paper
was not finished.  Not only did I need it to be finished in writing, but I
needed to be able to defend it when the professors questioned my logic and
critiqued my thinking.

   My nineteenth birthday found me not partying neither with my pledge
sisters nor with friends, but hunched over my keyboard trying desperately
to get my paper finished and polished as far as spelling, syntax, and
grammatical format when I was summoned by the pledge mistress Raluca
Razkova and ordered to the Great Room immediately.  I hit save, inserted a
flash drive and backed up my work, and headed downstairs expecting a party
of some sort..

   My entire pledge class was on their knees in position three along the
window wall of the Great Room.  Nineteen SKG sisters wearing diaphanous
gowns of sheer lemon yellow chiffon also were in the room standing in front
of the fireplace.  Each was holding a paddle.  Doctor Sonia Walsh and Coach
Donna Kelly were also present, dressed in similar gowns but white in color.
In the center of the room was a saddle tree, used in barns to put a wet
saddle up to dry, but also the perfect height to bend a girl over, secure
her to the legs by tying her hands and feet to them and exposing her bottom
for spanking.  This is the position I found myself in moments later.

   Pledge Mistress Razkova explained to me that each of the sisters would
get one swat to celebrate my birthday.  Nineteen sisters, nineteen swats, I
could live with that.  The two faculty advisors and the pledge mistress
would each get nineteen swats.  Quickly doing the math I was up to
seventy-six When Lynn, our house president, chimed in that she would claim
nineteen of her own and a special guest would administer five for good
luck. One hundred swats with leather faced ping-pong paddles.  OUCH and
Happy Birthday.

   The sorority sisters, allowed one stroke each, made short work of their
part in my birthday celebration.  They knew they were there to simply get
me warmed up and the smacks they gave stung but did not really hurt.

   I had been told there was no need for me to count out loud, this was not
a punishment, but when Sonia and Donna began their paddling they did so
uniquely.  I felt I had to count as one started on my left butt cheek and
the other on my right and they alternated through ten strokes apiece.  For
the final nine each they switched sides.  Hard evenly spaced and well timed
these strokes were stimulating my erogenous sensations and it felt as if I
would leak enough vaginal fluids to soak the saddle horse, and the rug
beneath it.  Fifty-seven strokes down, forty-three to go when Raluca took
over for the two faculty advisors.  Raluca was all business, smack, smack,
smack, smack, the blows came quickly and evenly two to the right two to the
left until she had completed her quota and my clitoris was engorged and
rubbing against the side of the saddle horse.

   Our chapter president took over for the final group of nineteen strokes.
Before she did I felt someone come up behind me and slide something oval
and smooth directly up my vagina.  I was so wet and so loose that a small
fist would have been accommodated in there at this point.  As Lynn began
her swats I realized the thing they had placed into me was a remotely
controlled wireless vibrator.  With each of Lynn -(TM)s swings whomever was
controlling the remote upped the vibrator a notch.  By Lynn -(TM)s
nineteenth stroke I was cumming unmercifully.  Wave after wave of orgasm
swept me into an unreal state of mind beyond bliss and edging toward
absolute fulfillment.

    -�Last five, -� Lynn called and a different hand rubbed my battered
butt, reached between my legs and removed the vibrator.  These five were no
nonsense hard, fast bruising and brought me from my bliss back to the
reality of my situation.

    -�Thank you, all of you, for making my birthday memorable, -� I said to
the room.  Hands unfastened my bonds and I was helped to my feet while
Lexis and Dottie smeared Arnica gel and aloe on my rear.  I turned to look
at my  -~guest spanker -(TM) and was ecstatic to see Sam Kramer standing
there with her arms wide open.

   I fell into her arms and gave and got the greatest kiss full on the lips
I had ever gotten from anyone I loved.   -�Mom, you came, -� I blurted,
then realizing how stupid that must have sounded I bit the corner of my lip
and looked at the floor.

   Sam -(TM)s response was,  -�No I did not Greta, but you most certainly
DID! -�

   Everyone in the room but me laughed.  I just turned a red of
embarrassment that matched the red of my backside perfectly.

   After coffee and cake and lots of conversations, the celebration began
to break up.  I transferred my paper from my computer to a second flash
drive and gave it to Sonia to take and read before I defended it over
dinner at her home the next Thursday.

   Coach told me I would be traveling with the team to an away game the
following Friday, as one of the regular indoor team players had pulled a
groin muscle in the match against Cedarcrest State the night before.

   Ouch.  My butt was blistered, yet I was still committed to full nudity
and I was going to be flying in the university airplane three states away
to play on another college -(TM)s courts naked.

   I took two Aleve and along with the Arnica gel the pain subsided to a
throb and I fell asleep on my bunk lying on my tummy.

   I awoke the next morning to the sounds of a woman being pleasured. 
Lexis was on her back, feet on the floor and knees bent back over her
mattress, with a head bobbing up and down obviously suckling the very large
object of affection between the small girl -(TM)s legs.  I suspected
Dottie, who had claimed it as her own the first night we were together.  I
was quite surprised to see the shiny face of our pledge mistress Raluca
Razkova emerge from the gaping V of Lexis -(TM)s legs and move up to kiss
her lover full on the lips with Lexis -(TM)s juices still dripping there.

   I tried to roll over.  Big mistake on my part as my butt hit the
mattress pain shrieked up every nerve to my brain.  So I scooted on my
belly until my feet touched the floor and awkwardly stood myself up and
headed for the shower.  The warm water helped, The view from the full
length mirror in the shower room did not.  I was a mottled purple from the
rise of my hips to the middle of my thighs.  Ouch!  Yet what I really
remembered was the digital manipulation of my sex by my sorority sisters
and the overwhelming orgasm caused by the vibrator.  Happy Birthday Greta,
indeed.

   Monday I was summoned to Sonia -(TM)s office again,  -~Boy -(TM) was in
his proper place but wearing silk briefs and a matching wife beater tank
top.  The two male professors who were Sonia -(TM)s frequent dinner dates
were present as was the Dean of the School of Human Sciences (Psychology,
Sociology and Anthropology fell under this umbrella), and the Dean of the
School of Fine Arts.

   I was offered a seat, but politely declined turning around to show my
battered bottom only 36 hours post celebration, and saying,  -�Birthday
spanking went a little further than comfort allowed. -�

   Surprisingly everyone laughed at this, as if I had finally revealed the
punch line to a long running joke.  Dean Brasswell, of the Human Sciences
department spoke first , -�As a part of the joint effort to incorporate all
disciplines into the campus life of P-FIT, we are beginning a new program
jointly run by Fine Arts and Human Sciences. -�

   Dean Sugerman then added,  -�We are seeking someone who is majoring in
neither of our disciplines to be the lead in this new program. -�

   Sonia then completed the thought with,  -�We know that Sigma Kappa Gamma
ends its pledging next Friday and most of your pledge sisters will revert
to wearing some type of clothing on campus, even if it is only winter
outerwear between buildings.  We are hoping that one of you who is neither
Arts nor Human Sciences declared, will be the lead for our new project. -�

    -�One of the elements we seek is a person with high communications
skills who will be able to post articles about the experience, -� this was
from one of the male professors to whom I had yet to be introduced.

   The second male professor then completed,  -�All of us have read your
paper and while some of us do not agree with your positions all of us agree
you are a very capable writer.  As an undeclared liberal arts student, you
meet the qualifications academically for this project.  We all of us would
like for you to accept the duties this position will entail. -�

   Sonia went on,  -�Further, it is well known that you wear the bracelet
of a participant in the Adult Naked In Society Program of the USDHEW.  As
such the position we are asking you to fill will change nothing in your
campus life, and will give us the pilot person for a project we hope shall
be ongoing for many years. -�

   Intuitively I said,  -�I -(TM)m guessing this will mean I shall not be
wearing clothing anytime soon? -�

   Dean Brasswell, Dorothy, I was told to call her, was a fiftyish woman
who had once been athletic but with children and age had rounded up to a
plump matron had the sweetest most disarming smile as she said,  -�Wise
beyond her years, people, I told you she would be perfect. -�

   Anne Sugerman then spoke up,  -�We are calling it the P-FIT Life Style
Model, and beyond your regular posts for the online campus newspaper, your
sole requirement will be to be nude at all times, and when free time
permits be available to pose for students from the Arts departments and
participate in one long term psycho-social experiment for the Human
Sciences department.  Your participation shall be graded, and you shall be
credited with a 300 level four credit course in both departments.  If you
agree you shall begin the Monday following your final initiation into SKG.
-�

    -�When do you need my answer? -� I asked.  I was told the offer would
be withdrawn at four in the afternoon.

   Sam had not left campus, something to do with her role as the chaplain
priestess of the SKG chapter.  I skipped my eleven o -(TM)clock class and
met up with her and of course she already knew about the new project.

    -�It won -(TM)t always fall on an SKG girl, Greta, they want someone
from every discipline on campus to participate and for you to be selected
as the premier female to help initiate and develop the program is quite an
honor, -� Sam seemed supportive of the idea.  When I emailed both Dean
Sugerman and Dean Brasswell of my acceptance of their offer I received an
almost immediate response indicating I should meet with them in Sonia Walsh
-(TM)s office this afternoon to sign the contract.

   Sam came with me and when we were done we went over the fine points.  No
clothing at all until the end of Spring Semester.  If I chose to attend
either Summer Session I would still be under contract officially until my
participation ended with the selection of the next Life Style Model in the
Fall Semester.  As one who had gone through two years of High School naked
this was no big deal to me.  The big deal was the amount of time I would be
spending posing for various art projects, both indoors and out in all kinds
of weather.  Further, the Human Sciences phase of the participation left me
vulnerable to a certain amount of pain, humiliation and psychological
manipulation.  I was given a safe word,  -~butterscotch -(TM).  If I spoke
that word at any point in time my program participation would end and I
would forfeit the credits and grades.

   I agreed with Sam that this was a great opportunity and signed on for
the project.

   Friday night, the pledges were assigned their big sister roommates in
Sigma Kappa Gamma.  Saturday we were blindfolded, driven to a town a
distance away, and presented to an all-female staffed tattoo establishment.
My technician was pierced in her eyebrows, nose, tongue and at least seven
times in each ear.  Her hands were magical as she prepped my hip and showed
me my options.  As long as the Greek letters Sigma, Kappa, and Gamma were
in the design I was fairly open to customizing my tattoo.  I picked one
similar to Lynn Palmer -(TM)s.  She had hers done to look like ivy.  I took
roses as my theme and four stylized roses later there was a Sigma on my
hip. Three more and the Kappa was permanently on what would be my bikini
line, if I wore one.  The Gamma was one very bent rose stem crossed by a
short stemmed one on he lower portion.  They were elegant in appearance and
each about one inch in size.  I was very satisfied with my mark.  When it
was covered by the protective bandage that I would need to have over it
until it healed I was disappointed that I could not display it immediately.
   The End