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 �>�Kristen -(TM)s Days Off by TrackJim with suggestions by Nemo

   Based on the  -�universe -� created by Nemo

   Part 1

   The Invitation

    -�Come on, Kristen, I want to spend a couple of days with you.  I haven
-(TM)t seen you since Spring break. -� Caren, Kristen -(TM)s best friend
from high school, was excited.  Kristen could picture her friend, smiling,
at the other end of the phone call.   -�You said you weren -(TM)t scheduled
to work on Thursday and Friday.  I want to hear all about your new job. -�

   Kristen had only been at Black Knife Beach two weeks and had just
finished her initial probationary period.  The emotional mixture of thrill
and embarrassment around her new job remained very fresh in Kristen -(TM)s
mind.  She had told Caren she worked at Black Knife Beach, but Caren did
not know of its unusual nature.  What would her friend say when Kristen
told her about working at a nude beach?

    -�Caren, I have to be back on the job bright and early Saturday
morning. As the newest lifeguard I must work all weekends and I can -(TM)t
be late. -�

    -�No, problem!  We can leave at six in the morning on Saturday, stop
for a quick breakfast and still have you at your beach by eight.  I might
even stay awhile and catch some rays.  I -(TM)ll meet you at the beach
-(TM)s parking lot at 6 PM Wednesday.  It -(TM)ll be fun.  Bye. -�

   Kristen heard the line disconnect.  She worried about Caren -(TM)s
possible reaction to her new job.  Caren had always been the more popular
and social creature in their high school years.  With her tall lithe
figure, dark reddish hair and electric eyes and smile, Caren had been both
the prom queen and harvest queen during her senior year.  Her high grades
had earned her full scholarship to Stanford where she had just completed
her freshman year.  Thankfully, none of that had gone to Caren -(TM)s head.
Despite the fact Caren was a grade ahead of Kristen, Caren has remained the
same friend Kristen had first met in middle school.  They had shared their
adolescent experiences during many sleep-overs.  Caren knew all Kristen
-(TM)s secrets except one.  Caren knew nothing of Kristen -(TM)s nudist
parents -(TM) history, a history Kristen was still digesting.

    -�I guess Caren will find out Wednesday -�, Kristen thought as she
prepared for bed.



   Part 2

   Wednesday Evening -(TM)s  -" Secrets Revealed

   The days at the beach passed quickly.  Kristen -(TM)s tan had deepened
as her skin turned a beautiful golden brown.  She would soon loose all
visible traces of her  -�cottontail -� status.  Wearing just her uniform
lifeguard cap and her wristwatch, Kristen stood near the lifeguard station
and checked the time.  Her digital watch read 5:45.  She needed to get up
to the parking lot to meet Caren.  Turning, Kristen entered the station and
walked to its small office.  Beth, the beach -(TM)s head lifeguard, was
hard at work on papers at the desk.  Two weeks earlier the sight of Beth,
working nude at her desk, had been a shock to Kristen.  Already, Kristen
had learned to accept it as a normal sight.

    -�Beth, you said I could leave a few minutes early to meet my friend.
It -(TM)s time for me to go. -�

   Beth looked up and smiled.   -�Go ahead.  Get out of here.  Have fun on
your days off. -� Beth paused before continuing.   -�Kristen, I think you
are doing a good job adjusting.  I know these first days at our beach have
been a unique life experience for you, but you -(TM)re fitting in well. -�

   Kristen smiled back.   -�Thanks, it -(TM)s always good to hear praise.
Bye, now. -� She turned to leave.

    -�Kristen -�, yelled Beth.

    -�What? -�

    -�Aren -(TM)t you forgetting something? -�

    -�Like what?   -� After a moment Kristen blushed when she realized she
was still in just her watch and cap.   -�Oh, you mean clothes?  I guess I
am really getting into the spirit of the beach.  It IS infectious. -�

    -�Kristen, only a few days ago you were mortified to walk on the beach
without clothes.  Now you were leaving on you own without them. -� Beth
beamed a smile.   -�Congratulations.  You -(TM)re a convert. -�

    -�I really do need to get my clothes.  Since Caren doesn -(TM)t know
about my conversion, I brought a change of clothes in my bag.  I -(TM)ll
get dressed and take my bag with me. -�

    -�Why get dressed?  Caren -(TM)s going to learn about our beach as soon
as she reads the sign in the parking lot. -�

   Kristen -(TM)s blush returned.  Indeed the sign clearly labeled the
beach  -�Clothing Prohibited -�.

   Beth was smiling as she added,  -�Take your bag but don -(TM)t get
dressed.  I -(TM)m sure it will make for an interesting conversation during
the ride to the mountain cabin. -�

   A smile burst forth on Kristen -(TM)s blushing face.  She grabbed her
bag from her locker.  After donning a pair of canvas sneakers and placing
her cap in the locker she waved bye to Beth.  In her sneakers, cap and
watch Kristen walked to the trail to the parking lot and started her climb.
With each step she felt her body warm, not just from the sun, but with the
warmth of her blood as it reddened her body.  She felt alive with each
step, knowing the bounces of her body -(TM)s parts were visible to anyone
looking at her.  It was almost like that first day at the beach.  Her
nudity felt right, felt natural, but there was the undercurrent of
embarrassment surging through every cell of her mind.  By the time she had
climbed to the parking lot, she was somewhat out of breath, and it was not
just due to the climb.  The parking lot was almost full as she stood
between two vans, looking for Caren -(TM)s blue Metro.  A bright new red
Trans Am Coupe T-top slid to a stop in the gravel a few cars away.  Kristen
looked around the back of the van to her left.  The driver stood, looking
out the open T-top of the car.  It was Caren.

   Marveling at the new car, Kristen stepped into the open toward Caren.  
-�When did you get the new car? -�

   With an _expression of shock, then a smile of astonishment, Caren asked
her own question.   -�When did you start running around naked? -�

   Kristen, remembering her unclothed state, ran to Caren -(TM)s car,
opened the door, stuffed her bag behind the seats and slid into the
passenger seat.

    -�Just get moving!  I -(TM)ll explain on the way. -�

   A naughty, astonished smile filled Caren face.   -�You got some
explaining to do, girl. -� Without another word, Caren roared out of the
parking lot and sped along the coast road.

   They were cruising along a curving road, well up into the mountains. 
The air was cool and crisp.  The soft leather seat was warm against Kristen
back and thighs.  Caren had ceased driving like a possessed, madwoman. 
Driving more conservatively she had listened as Kristen explained in detail
the events of the past days, leading up to her waiting naked for Caren. 
Kristen had told the whole story while riding naked, save for the locked
seat belt which only accentuated her unclothed state.  With the story told,
Kristen sat in silence as Caren digested the tale.  After a mile or so,
Caren spoke.

    -�So, this is a secret that you kept from me because it had been kept
from you, the story of your nudist parents?  And now you are working at a
NAKED beach? -�

    -�Caren!  It isn -(TM)t a naked beach.  It -(TM)s a beach where clothes
are prohibited. -�

    -�What -(TM)s the difference? -�

   Kristen thought about that a few seconds.   -�It -(TM)s all in the
context, the attitude of the people there.  Sure, to most people, it -(TM)s
a bunch of naked people, but the people of our beach enjoy the natural
feelings it gives you.  It makes you connect with the sea, with nature.  It
-(TM)s freedom, almost spiritual. -�

    -�Yeah, right!  And I -(TM)m sure you haven -(TM)t looked at any of the
men below the waist. -�

    -�Well -- -� Kristen could not hide her smile.

    -�See, it DOES involve sex.  I -(TM)m not saying that is wrong, unless
you insist sex isn -(TM)t at least a part of it.  Then you -(TM)d only be
fooling yourself. -�

   Kristen broke out in giggles and soon the two were laughing their heads
off.  The rushing air blew their loose manes of hair.  The feeling of the
wind against all Kristen -(TM)s exposed parts was great.  It was wonderful
to talk openly with her trusted friend Caren.  They could be honest with
each other, and with themselves.  They were almost through laughing when
Caren turned off the main road and drove down steep, dirt, side road to a
small, level outcropping.  The quaint, little cabin was built directly on
the slab of rock.  It was isolated, surrounded by coniferous trees.  The
smell of pine was thick in the air.  Kristen was the first to speak.

    -�When did your family get this?  Or have you been keeping secrets from
me, too? -�

    -�Daddy got this a month ago as part of a settlement.  It -(TM)s only
two years old.  I was up here last weekend to stock it.  It -(TM)s a great
hideout. -�

   Caren shut off the engine and the two stepped out of the car.  Caren was
wearing low-hanging jeans and a tank top which left a band of her tanned
flesh exposed above the belt.  This tan matched the one of her face and
shoulders.  She was not wearing a bra and her nipples made two well defined
points in the top.



   Part 3

   The Dare

    -�Caren, it looks like at least part of you has been getting a tan. -�

    -�You bet I have, but it -(TM)s not as complete as yours.  You really
have a rich deep tan over all of your body.  I can -(TM)t ever see any tan
lines anywhere. -�

    -�There -(TM)s still a shadow of tan lines if you know where to look.
Eight plus hours each day on the beach and a good sunscreen get the credit.
You should try it sometime. -�

    -�On your beach? -� Now it was Caren blushing.  She had planned to
surprise Kristen.  Caren -(TM)s new teeny bikini would have shocked the old
Kristen.  Its design was very daring; exposing little more than the most
personal body parts.  Compared to Kristen -(TM)s complete lack of
coverings, the bikini was modest.

    -�Why not?  Maybe you could understand the difference between a naked
beach and a beach without clothes. -� A sneaky smile appeared on Kristen
-(TM)s face.   -�I have an idea.  Why don -(TM)t you go the nude with me
for the next two days? -�

    -�Why should I? -�

    -�I dare you.  Take off your clothes and keep them off until you drive
me back Saturday morning.  Come on, what have you got to lose.  I think you
-(TM)ll enjoy it. -�

    -�Well, I do have all the food, drinks and videos we would need. -�

   Kristen saw Caren was considering it, but she needed some extra
incentive.

    -�Look, try it for this evening.  Even if you put clothes on in the
morning I -(TM)ll stay nude until you drop me off at the beach parking lot.
Deal? -�

   Caren thought a moment.   -�But you were planning on being naked, weren
-(TM)t you.  You -(TM)re not giving up anything. -�

    -�I had brought some clothes in case we had to meet other people. -�

    -�Then let -(TM)s test your real dedication.  I agree to be naked
tonight in exchange for locking your clothes in the trunk of my car until I
drop you off at the beach Saturday.  Agreed? -�

   This was all still so new to Kristen.  She had grown comfortable, most
of the time, working nude at Black Knife Beach.  However, her new life and
pre-BKB existence were in collision.  Caren was her oldest friend.  Could
Kristen stay naked in the real world?  This was a test of her true
convictions, but only a second elapsed before she answered.

    -�Agreed. -�

   Caren -(TM)s smile looked just a bit distressed.   -�Then I better get
my clothes off. -� Caren stood beside her car -(TM)s open door.  She
removed her Nikes and white socks, placing them on her car seat.  She
wiggled her toes in the cool, fine dirt of the road.  She paused as she
reached for the bottom of her tank top.  Even as Kristen watched, she could
see Caren -(TM)s nipples grow perkier beneath the material.  The blush on
Caren -(TM)s face spread as a nervous smile graced her features.  In one
quick movement she pulled the tank top over her head, and threw the top on
her shoes and socks.

   Caren wrapped her arms around her torso, covering her proud, perky
breasts.  Tan lines revealed she had recently worn a new bikini, one whose
top covered little more than her nipples.  Each dark aureole was surrounded
by pale, firm flesh.  The two young ladies exchanged a look, a non-verbal
communication of feelings.  Caren dropped her arms to her sides and
straightened her back.  Her figure would have brought whistles from every
male who saw her, be he 14 or 74; probably some females, too.

   Caren -(TM)s hands moved to her waist.  She unfastened the top button of
her jeans.  The waistband slid down an inch to hang precariously from her
hips.  She pulled the fly zipper down; the jeans slid down her legs to
puddle about her feet.  Caren wore no underpants.  She also had no body
hair below her head.  The tan lines of a very skimpy bikini bottom
emphasized her shaven loins.  Caren kicked her feet out of the pant legs
and gathered the pants in her arms.  She held them to her chest as a last
bit of visual protection.  Sighing, she placed her last bit of clothing on
the car seat.  Kristen was the first to speak.

    -�That -(TM)s quite some bikini trim you have there. -�

    -�Yeah, I got a bit carried away shaving for my new bikini. -�

   Caren picked up her bundle of clothes and walked to the trunk of the
car. Kristen pulled her bag from behind the car seat and met her at the
trunk.  Kristen reached into the bag, retrieving her sun screen and a pair
of sunglasses before placing her bag in the trunk.

   Caren -(TM)s clothes were placed beside the bag.  The sound of the trunk
lid slamming shut echoed through the wooded area.  It had a note of
finality.

    -�This feels naughty! -� Caren voice was higher than normal.

    -�Just try to relax.  You -(TM)ll get used to it. -�

    -�Are you turned on? -�

   Kristen -(TM)s face reddened.  In her own way Kristen was a bit shy  -"
a condition that was at odds with her current lifestyle.  Instead of
answering the question she offered Caren a suggestion.

    -�Take a deep breath.  Show me the cabin.  And, by the way, you never
told me how you got the Trans Am. -�

   The cabin -(TM)s door was unlocked.  Caren led the way into the cabin.
It may have been small, but it was nicely decorated.  The wood panel walls
were finely polished.  A fireplace took up one wall of the cabin -(TM)s
central room.  A couch and two stuffed chairs faced the fireplace.  To one
side was a counter behind which was a tight but well arranged kitchen.  To
the other side was a door through which could be seen a bedroom almost
filled with a king-sized bed.  A bathroom had doors from both the kitchen
and bedroom.  It was all compact but arranged so as to appear uncluttered.

    -�Caren, I love it!  It -(TM)s cozy. -�

   Caren stepped to the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of beer.  She
popped the cap and took a long swig.  After a comforting  -�AHHH -�, she
offered a bottle to Kristen.

    -�Thanks, I -(TM)m parched.  Uh, a beer.  I don -(TM)t Know --. -�

    -�Oh, come one, Kristen.  You -(TM)re old enough!  Live a little. -�

    -�Okay. -� Kristen took a hesitant sip.   -�It -(TM)s not bad, is it?
-�

   She smiled and the two sat on the couch, facing eat other.  Caren tried
to sit conservatively, not an easy feat when you are without clothes.  She
frequently held the beer bottle and her arms so as to block the view of her
firm naked breasts.  A hand often rested on her lap, an attempt to hide her
untanned loins.  As they shared old times and discussed newer events, Caren
-(TM)s attempts grew less frequent and effective.  After an hour of
chatting Caren acted almost as comfortable as Kristen felt.

    -�Hey, Caren, with all this nature around us, why don -(TM)t we get
outside and enjoy it before the sun sets.  We should have about an hour of
sunlight. -�

    -�Outside? -� Caren face flushed.   -�You want to walk around outside,
like this? -� She pointed first at Kristen -(TM)s body, then at her own
uncovered one.

    -�Absolutely!  At the beach I feel the sun and wind on my body.  While
this isn -(TM)t the beach, the feeling could be much the same here in the
woods. -�

    -�But, but, we might be seen! -�

    -�I saw no other cabins on this side road, right?  We -(TM)ll stay in
the woods, away from the main road.  I doubt we -(TM)ll be seen. -� She
gave Caren a long look.   -�You -(TM)ve been getting comfortable inside, it
-(TM)s time to be outside with nature. -�

   Caren voice was barely more than a whisper.   -�Okay. -�



   Part 4

   An Evening Walk

   Kristen led the way out of the cabin.  The summer sun felt great, just
warm enough to blunt the chill of the high sixties of the mountain air. 
Her body responded to the clean crisp air as she set off through the woods.
She could hear the padding of Caren -(TM)s footsteps behind her as they
walked on pine needled ground.  The fragrance of pine filled her Kristen
-(TM)s nose, with only the sounds of birds and the occasional squirrel. 
She was swept away by the feel of the situation, walking with nature in the
most natural way possible.  It made her feel so alive.  Even as the outer
world flooded through her mind, Kristen -(TM)s body responded.  Her breasts
seemed firmer with each step.  The skin of her inner thighs felt excitingly
sensitive as one thigh brushed the other.  It was as if all the
nerve-endings of her body grew more alive with each step, and those
nerve-endings passed delicious signals.

   A broad smile spread on her face even as she picked up the pace.

   Caren followed her friend, feeling very exposed.  She was not unaffected
by the assault of nature.  With each step following her naked friend, Caren
reactions were more centered on her own passed experiences, and those
reactions were turning her on.  Her nipples hardened until they hurt, but
in a tantalizing manner.  The occasional brush of pine needles from a
passing branch raised goosebumps on her body, and it felt soooooo good. 
Her mind fought with her body, trying to deny the juiciness which she felt
deep in her loins.  Her breathing quickened even before Kristen increased
her pace.  Her body won the battle as a branch whipped passed her breasts,
lightly kissing her nipples.  She stopped as a spasm ran up and down her
body.

   Sitting carefully on a downed tree, Caren wrestled with her emotions. 
She was so turned on, but she couldn -(TM)t be.  It wasn -(TM)t right.  She
closed her eyes and tried to center herself.  The woods grew quieter, but
each call of a bird was clear, the movement of tree limbs in the slight
breeze was very noticeable.  Peaceful, yet erotic, the feeling was
intoxicating.

   Caren opened her eyes.  Kristen was nowhere in sight.  Caren strained to
hear footsteps, but she could hear none.  She was all alone, naked and
lost. Some fear nibbled at her brain, but it was her vulnerable exposure
when really attacked.  She covered her breasts with her arms as she
squeezed her thighs together.  Caren -(TM)s body betrayed her, as her
arousal mounted.  She wanted to stand and run, hunting for the cabin, but
her legs felt weak.  The bark of the downed tree felt rougher on her
bottom, yet she sat and hugged her arms more tightly to her torso.  The
only sound she heard was the twittering of birds and the wind in the tree
limbs --and her own breathing.

   Her eyes scanned her surroundings.  Nobody was in sight, but she felt
eyes staring at her body.

   From behind a tree about a hundred yards away and behind Caren -(TM)s
right shoulder, Kristen watched her friend and giggled.   -�She -(TM)s
freaking out.  I -(TM)ll give her some time as I watch. -� She giggled to
herself again.   -�I guess I have to watch over her, just to be on the safe
side. -� Kristen was enjoying the nip of the mountain air as the sun angled
toward the horizon.  The trees cast long, thin shadows.  As the shadows
grew, Caren remained frozen to her spot, sitting on the downed tree.   -�I
can -(TM)t resist. -� Kristen carefully placed her bare feet to avoid
snapping any fallen branches or pine needles.  Foot by foot, she worked
closer to her friend.  If Caren had heard a sound, or just looked over her
shoulder, Kristen would have been detected, but Caren did not sense Kristen
-(TM)s approach.

   Caren sat, her eyes closed.  She was immersed in her feelings.  Her
nipples were very tight and erect, crushed against her own hugging arms.  A
feeling of arousal threatened to erect from between her tightly clenched
thighs.  She felt very naughty as her mind played images of her own naughty
designs.



   She sat with her ankles and thighs tied tightly together.  Her arms were
wrapped around her torso, but a soft length of silky material encircled
each of her wrists and crossed her back.  She was unable to free her arms
even as she struggled to hide her uncovered sensitive breasts from view. 
She had been left as some tribute to the gods of nature in payment for the
past years harvest and the coming growing season.  Her sacrifice would
guarantee the gods -(TM) grace for another bountiful year.

   Even if she were to escape her bonds, she would be shunned by her fellow
clansmen.  If she betrayed them she would be an exile for the rest of her
life.  The painted pattern on her back and arms would forever mark her as a
designated sacrifice.  No clan would welcome her, fearing the wraith of the
gods of nature.  Naked, and without weapons, she was on her own.

   Hark!  What is that sound?  The sound of near silent footsteps
approached from behind her.  She turned her head but she could see nothing
due to her blindfold.  Would a god approach in such a manner?  Hands, warm
and alive, touched her back.  She felt her bonds loosen about her wrist but
before she could stretch them away from her body, the hands gripped her
arms and pulled them behind her back.  The silken cords were again tied
about her wrists, tightly.  She bit her lips as she realized her condition
had worsened.  Her breasts were exposed and there was no manner in which
she could cover them.

   The warm hands were felt at her ankles and those bonds were removed. 
She tensed, fearing how she might be re-bonded, but finger tips traced up
the sides of her calves, then her thighs until they touched her bonds
there. The hands were gentle as those bonds were loosened.  The hands left
her.  For several minutes she sat with her legs unbound, but she feared to
stand.  Her arms secured behind her, she would be only a hazard to herself
if she ran blindly through the woods.

   She was taken by surprise as the hands touched her shoulders and lifted
her to a standing position.  A strong but gentle hand encircled her left
upper arm and pushed her forward.  She moved blindly, first very slowly,
then increasing to an almost normal pace as the hand carefully led her
away.

    -�BOO! -�

   Caren bolted straight up, staggered and lost her balance, and plopped
bottom back down on the fallen tree.   -�Ouch! -� Caren sputtered.  After
recovering her breath she added,  -�Damn, Kristen, you almost gave me a
heart attack! -�

   Kristen was laughing so hard she had to join Caren, sitting on the tree
trunk.  Tears of laughter filled Kristen -(TM)s eyes.  Standing slowly,
Caren rubbed her slightly injured behind and frowned, but Kristen -(TM)s
laughter was contagious.  Caren found herself laughing at her friend -(TM)s
trick.  After a few short minutes the two smiled and giggled as they
staggered back toward the cabin.  Kristen was delighted when Caren made no
effort to cover her body.



   Part 5

   The First Night

   The sun was setting as the two re-entered the cabin.  Caren went
straight to the kitchen and started to prepare a quick dinner.  Kristen
watched her naked friend act quite normally as she washed her hands,
prepared a salad and placed two small steaks in the oven to broil.  To
Kristen it all felt natural, friendly.  What could be wrong?

   But Caren -(TM)s thoughts were different.  She had been able to keep her
mind filled with the details of food preparation, but as she bent to slide
the broiling pan into the oven, the oven -(TM)s heat swept up her uncovered
front.  She realized she was mooning her friend.  Closing the oven door
Caren turned and saw Kristen smiling at her.

    -�You -(TM)re enjoying this, aren -(TM)t you? -� asked Caren.

    -�Yes!  I -(TM)m going to convert you, and you -(TM)re already acting
natural. -�

    -�Not really.  Do you get turned on when others are around you? -�

    -�Life -(TM)s a turn on!  Being unclothed is natural, sensual.  Are you
turned on? -�

   Caren thought for a moment.   -�Yes, but it feels more sexual. -�

   Kristen hesitantly asked,  -�You aren -(TM)t attracted to ME, are you?
-�

   Caren laughed before she answered.   -�Not sexually.  I haven -(TM)t
changed THAT much.  I like boys too much and the way our parts fit
together. But that doesn -(TM)t make it less arousing to be naked, even
with another woman. -�

   With an embarrassed grin Kristen tried to steer the conversion away from
sex.   -�Ithink you are confusing sexual with sensual.  Give yourself more
time to think about it. -� Caren voice was low, almost conspiratorial.  
-�But do you get aroused, you know, juicy when you are naked with others?
-�

   Kristen was clearly uncomfortable talking about the subject.   -�Can we
change the subject? -�

    -�Okay, but I need a cold shower before we eat.  Watch the steaks and
call me when they -(TM)re about medium. -�

   Caren went to the bathroom.   -�Doesn -(TM)t take any time to get
undressed when you already are, -� she chuckled to herself.  After turning
on the shower to adjust the temperature, she stepped under the streaming
water and soaped up.  She was definitely turned on.  Without thinking about
it, her hands lingered between her legs over her smooth, shaved area.  Her
fingers were reacting to the sensations pulsing from deep within her loins.
When she realized what she was doing, she forced her hands away, to work
down her legs.  The delicious ache refused to fade.  Instead it spread. 
Her nipples grow erect even under the warm water.  She put down the soap
and stood to rinse her body clean.

   The rinse done, she adjusted the water to cold, hoping it would squelch
the embers burning within her body and mind.  She stood as the now cold
water splashed down her body.  Her nipples grew harder, but the fires
within her breasts refused to cool.

    -�The steaks are almost done, Caren. -�

   Kristen -(TM)s shout through the bathroom door brought Caren out of her
mental fugue.  She turned off the water, stepped from the shower and dried
her body with a soft bath sheet.  Without thought she wrapped it around her
body and stepped from the bathroom.

    -�You -(TM)re cheating. -� Kristen -(TM)s voice had in a serious tone,
but the smile in her eyes betrayed her true emotions.

    -�I --er --I forgot. -� Caren pulled the towel from her body and
experienced the same rush of embarrassment she had experienced earlier.  In
addition to the sensations already resonating within her body, there was a
very pleasurable throb between her legs.  She hung the towel over the
shower rod before walking to the table.  Kristen had set the table for two.
The salad bowl sat at center with cans of ginger ale next to each plate. 
The aroma of cooked beef grew stronger as Kristen sat a platter of two
steaks next to the salad bowl.  Kristen sat and prepared to eat.  Looking
up, she saw Caren -(TM)s face had a deep blush.

   Caren battled her mind, taking slow steps before sitting opposite
Kristen.  She forced her hands to fill her plate with salad and a steak. 
She cut the meat and concentrated on chewing the first piece.  It was
delicious.  Slowly, by concentrating on the normality of eating, her body
and mind were calmed.  Recognizing the confusion in Caren -(TM)s mind,
Kristen smiled and let them eat in silence.  They were both almost done
with their meal when Caren broke the silence.

    -�Was it a constant rush of emotions when you started working naked? -�

    -�Hmmm.  Well, Yes.  Sometimes it still is an emotional rush -�,
answered Kristen.   -�Why?  It can -(TM)t be too much for you.  I -(TM)m
the only person here.  I had a beach full of strangers. -�

    -�I get strange thoughts in my head. -�

    -�Are you getting in touch with nature and your body? -�

    -�I need to work through it and sort out my feelings. -� Caren rose
and, carrying her plate to the kitchen, poured the crumbs into the waste
can.  She thought Kristen -(TM)s eyes followed her every step, but when she
turned Kristen was still at the table facing away from her.  Caren glanced
out the window over the sink and saw the surrounding mountain woods. 
Twinkling stars filled the night sky casting little light into the woods
-(TM) dark recesses.

    -�Kristen, it -(TM)s been a long day.  Would you mind if we went
straightto bed? -�

    -�Sure, -� answered Kristen.   -�Hmmm.  I just realized I never slept
naked with another naked female. -�

   Caren felt a flash of heat through her body as her blush raced down her
body.  She almost said  -�I have -�, but she stopped herself.  Only one
other person knew of that night in her dorm room and that person was
Stephanie.  Caren had partied and gotten wasted.  Stephie helped her to
Caren -(TM)s dorm room.  Caren had not pushed Stephanie away after
Stephanie got a little �<<feelly -(TM) helping Caren out of her clothes. 
Indeed, Caren had helped Stephie out her own clothes.  The two had done far
more than slept together that night.  The next morning both had been
embarrassed by their shared experience.  They had shared guilty smiles, but
after that night they had both avoided talking about it.  There had been no
change of Caren -(TM)s preference.  She still liked men, but she had to
admit the right woman was very nice too.

   Kristen saw the rapid changes of _expression on Caren face, but decided
not to ask the reason for those expressions.  Caren would tell her only
when and if she wanted to tell her.  Kristen admitted she was also tired.
Sixteen straight days of life-guarding and her other experiences had worn
her out.  These two days with her old friend Caren would serve to recharge
her batteries.

   With no further words, the two walked into the bedroom and turned down
the bedclothes.  The sheets were clean and crisp, perfect against a tired
body.  She slid between the sheets.  More slowly, Caren turned off the
light and got into bed beside her friend.  Kristen yawned once before
falling asleep.

   Caren stayed awake for a few minutes, thinking through the events of the
day, but she was asleep within a few minutes.



   Part 6

   Thursday Morning

   Caren woke to the smell of coffee brewing.  She groaned and pulled the
warm covers over her head.  The morning mountain air was cool and crisp,
and someone had opened the bedroom window.  The covers trapped warmth
against her bare body.

    -�Bare? -�

   Caren -(TM)s eyes snapped open, remembering where she was and who was
with her.  She peeped from under the covers.  The other side of the bed was
empty.  She hid under the covers again, but Kristen had other ideas as she
came through the bedroom door, a mug of steaming coffee in her hand.  She
sat the mug on Caren -(TM)s side of the bed.

    -�It -(TM)s time to rise and shine, sleepyhead. -�

   Caren groaned at the cheerful tone in Kristen -(TM)s voice.  Caren
curled more tightly under the covers

    -�No, you don -(TM)t, -� challenged Kristen.  She grabbed the covers at
the foot of the bed.   -�Get up or I -(TM)m stealing the covers. -� Only
Caren -(TM)s groan answered Kristen challenge.

   The next moment the covers disappeared, leaving Caren -(TM)s naked body
exposed to the cool air.  Goosebumps covered her flesh instantly as she
curled into a tight fetal position.  She might have stayed in bed even then
had not Kristen used the ultimate approach; she tickled the bottom of Caren
-(TM)s feet.  Caren jumped and promptly fell off the side of the bed. 
Quickly regaining her feet, Caren was out for revenge.

   Caren -(TM)s fingers went straight for Kristen -(TM)s ribs.  Now it was
Kristen who was backing up to avoid Caren -(TM)s fingers.  Caren chased
Kristen twice around the living room before she realized what she was
doing. The sight of two attractive and very naked females involved in a
tickle fight was the sort of thing Caren imagined was a typical male -(TM)s
fantasy.  Even without a male present Caren became self-conscience, but her
tickle attack continued.  Kristen tried to catch her breath after Caren
stopped her attack.

    -�Uncle!  I surrender, -� Kristen gasped.

   Caren halted her attack and flopped down on the thick rug the fireplace.
Kristen already has a fire burning and the warmth was delicious.  Without
clothes Caren -(TM)s body quickly warmed, well half of it did.  Her front
was toward the fireplace, but the back of her body remained cool.  She
rolled over to warm her backside.  Now it was the front of her body which
felt cool.  Her nipples became perkier even as she curled into a fetal
position to conserve her body -(TM)s own heat.  Kristen sat on the couch a
few feet away, drinking a mug of coffee.

    -�Okay, Kristen, I made it till morning naked.  I get my clothes back
on, but you don -(TM)t. -�

   Kristen smiled as her friend.   -�Sure.  Just go out and get your
clothes from your trunk. -�

    -�Not me, not yet.  It -(TM)s gotta be colder out there so early in the
morning.  You go get them for me. -�

    -�Okay.  Where -(TM)d you put the car keys? -�

   For several seconds Caren thought.  Suddenly a look of shock appeared on
her face.   -�Oh, damn!  The keys were in my jeans and they -(TM)re locked
in the trunk. -� She had locked her own clothes away from her.

   Kristen saw a red blush grow to cover saw her naked friend.   -�Relax,
Caren.  I know just how you feel.  My first day at the beach I locked my
clothes in my lifeguard locker.  I was lucky to have a second car key
hidden on the car, but I still had to drive all the way home in just a
towel. -�

    -�But, I don -(TM)t have a second key.  Damnit!  We -(TM)re going to
have to call somebody for help. -� Caren -(TM)s blush grew redder and she
tried to think who she should call.  She was embarrassed being naked with
just Kristen, and now someone else would have to see her too.  Caren was
still pondering when Kristen rose and walked to the phone in the kitchen.
Caren withdrew into a blushing ball of female flesh as she heard Kristen
talk on the phone, but Caren did not listen to the words.  A few minutes
later Kristen returned.

    -�Okay, I called one of the other off-duty lifeguards to come help us.
You -(TM)ll like Don.  I met him my first real day at work. -�

    -�One of your naked lifeguard friends? -� asked Caren.

    -�Yes.  He said he -(TM)d be here about eleven-thirty.  We should meet
him up by the main road, so he knows this is the right spot. -�

    -�But, -� sputtered Caren,  -�that means I have to stay naked until
then.  I wish you had called one of your FEMALE lifeguard friends. -� Then
another thought struck her.   -�He wants us to meet him up by the road? 
Naked? -�

    -�He doesn -(TM)t want to miss us.  If you are so worried, you can wrap
a sheet around you. -�

   Caren shivered but it was not from the cold.  Desperate for a
distraction from her forced nudity, Caren asked,  -�How did you meet this
Don. -�

   Now it was Kristen -(TM)s turn to blush.   -�Well, uh, er, that first
work day at the beach he helped me put on my sunscreen.  Then I helped him
with his. -�

    -�You mean he rubbed sunscreen on your naked body? -�

    -�Yes. -�

    -�And you had just met him? -�

    -�Yes, Caren, Beth introduced us in the locker room. -�

    -�What a minute!  He was in the women -(TM)s locker room? -�

    -�At Black Knife Beach only one is necessary.  If you -(TM)re going to
be naked all day, why start it by hiding in the separate locker room. -�

   The effect on Caren was obvious.  Kristen saw her curl more tightly into
a ball before the fireplace.  Caren hid the front of her body as best she
could, not an easy thing when one is without any clothes.  Kristen thought
it was best to move on with the day and let Caren adjust at her own pace.
Kristen rose, saying,  -�I -(TM)ll get breakfast ready. -�

   With Kristen out of the room, Caren forced her body to uncurl.  She felt
embarrassed, naughty, and  -- aroused.  Her nipples were very sensitive,
almost throbbing with her inner fires.  She hugged herself, but it wasn
-(TM)t for warmth.  She forced her hands not to roam down to her crotch. 
Her clitoris was begging to be touched.  She turned to face the fireplace
with her feet extended toward the fire as she sat on the posh rug, her legs
together.  Soon the bottoms of her feet grew hot from the blaze.  After
checking that Kristen was still in the kitchen, Caren inched her legs
apart, keeping them straight.  The heat of the fire warmed her inner
thighs, and reached up to her loins.  She scooted back to the couch and
leaned against it.  Her head fell back onto the cushions.  Despite her
inner turmoil she was asleep in less than a minute.



   She ran with difficulty, her arms tied behind her back.  He captor had
left her legs untied and removed her blindfold after he had taken her to
his cabin.  With careful, controlling actions he had released her arms,
only to tie them again in a different manner.  He had raised her arms above
her head, tied the wrists together in an X.  Then he had fashioned a
harness around her upper body with ropes crossing between her naked
breasts. He had pulled her wrists down and tied then off to the top of the
harness between her shoulder blades, leaving her elbows pointed straight
up. When he had left for an errand, she had fled in panic.  She did not
know where she was going or who would help her.  She just fled.  It seemed
every leaf she passed was drawn to her undefended breasts and underarms. 
As she ran, they slapped and caressed her nipples, making them hard and
long.  The tickling at her underarms robbed her of her breath.

   After several minutes of running, she slowed, and then leaned against a
tree.  She struggled against the bonds on her arms, but she could not reach
any knots.  Her elbows still pointed skyward, she was completely exposed
from her neck down.  Sniffling quietly, she listened for sounds of pursuit.



   From behind the tree hands grabbed her ankles, forcing them apart. 
Wider, wider.



    -�Caren, wake up! -�

    -�What? -� sputtered Caren.  She blinked her eyes until they focused on
Kristen.

   Caren was still leaning against the couch; her wrists were crossed
behind her head.  Her legs were spread obscenely toward the fire.  Kristen
held one of Caren -(TM)s ankles, shaking it to wake up.  Realizing her
exposed condition, Caren pulled her legs together and dropped her arms to
cover her chest.

    -�Day dreaming? -� asked Kristen.   -�What were you dreaming of? -�

   One of Caren -(TM)s hands dropped to cover her lap while the other tried
to hide her pert nipples.  Caren sighed,  -�That -(TM)s another problem
with out clothes.  You can -(TM)t hide your body -(TM)s reaction to things.
-�

   Kristen blushed, realizing the kind of dream Caren may have had.  
-�Come on, breakfast is ready. -�

   Caren scurried to the bathroom.  She was a bit more composed when she
joined Kristen at the breakfast table.  Caren looked over the food Kristen
has prepared.  There was freshly squeezed juice, slim milk, and a small but
tasty-smelling western omelet.  Caren stomach growled.  The two dug into
their meal with lusty appetites.  As they were finishing Kristen was the
one to break the silence.

    -�The mountain looks wonderful.  Let -(TM)s go exploring. -�

    -�Now?  Like this? -�



   Part 7

   Another Unexpected Challenge

    -�It -(TM)s better than sitting inside, away from all of that beautiful
nature. -� Kristen rinsed their plates in the sink and pointed out the
window.

   Caren groaned.  She had never been able to resist Kristen once she had
set her mined to something.  Caren tidied up the kitchen as Kristen
finished the dishes.  Wearing just her watch Caren followed her friend out
the cabin -(TM)s door.

   It was a glorious day.  The sky was that brilliant blue which could only
seen from up in the mountains.  A few thin wisps of scattered clouds
contrasted against the blue.  The air was full of woodsy pine aroma.  The
woods were not clogged with dense underbrush but it was still easier to
follow a trail, especially since one had to work much less to keep branches
away from ones body.  Kristen walked ahead down a trail.  At first they did
not talk, just enjoying the feel of nature.  After twenty quiet minutes,
Kristen stopped in a small clear and the two girls started to talk about
everything.

   Caren was drawn out by Kristen -(TM)s queries.  Soon, Caren was telling
her friend about all the wonderful, and sometimes scary, experiences of her
freshman year.  The conversation became quite comfortable  -" like old
times talking up in her bedroom at home.  Both enjoyed the conversation.

   Kristen was happy, seeing her friend become comfortable with her nudity.


   Caren was the next one to take the lead up a side trail.  Her arms swung
normally at her sides as they explored the mountain side.  They lost all
track of time until Caren glanced at her wristwatch.

    -�Oh my, it's 11:10.  We better get up to the road to meet Don. -�

   The closer they got to the main road, the more Caren lost her recently
found comfort.  First, an arm rose to her chest.  A few seconds later she
fought to keep a hand from covering her loins.  She then forced her arms to
swing at her sides as they hurried up the trail.  The sound of a vehicle
passing told them they were near the main road.  Caren turned in the
direction of the dirt road to the cabin, but she remained in the woods,
thankful for the cover provided by the trees.

   Kristen twisted her ankle stepping over a downed branch as they
paralleled the road.  She fell farther behind as Caren pressed on.  When
Caren reached the side road to their cabin, she stopped and looked back for
her friend.  Kristine was nowhere in sight.  Another glance at her watch
informed her it was 11:25.  She should really go up to the road and watch
for Don, but she didn -(TM)t even know what Don looked like, or what type
of vehicle he owned.

    -�Kristen! -� yelled Caren.   -�Where are you? -�

   Faintly she heard the answer.

    -�Go on up and wait by the road.  I -(TM)ll be there in a few minutes.
Don -(TM)s got a green VW bug. -�

   Caren gulped.  After a brief pause, she strode up the dirt road.

   Caren hid beneath a large pine a few feet to the side of the road.  She
pulled her body up to sit on the lowest branch of the pine.  The branches
and green needles partially hid her from view, but she could see and hear
any car that approached.  If she saw a green VW she could drop from the
tree and wave it down well before it passed her stop.

   The thought of dropping and exposing her body to a stranger was
embarrassing.  The feel of her bare bottom on the tree branch only
heightened her embarrassment.  Her mind was taking her to where her body
already was  -- aroused.  She was unprepared when Kristen tickled the
bottom of her foot.

    -�Shit, Kristen, -� screamed Caren as she struggled to stay on the
branch.   -�I swear you -(TM)ll gonna scare me to death. -�

    -�Sorry, but you foot was too tempting a target.  I -(TM)m staying on
the ground.  My ankles still sore. -�

    -�Good, then you go wait by the road for your friend. -�

    -�Okay. -� Kristen walked toward the road.  Caren had been sure Kristen
would make her wait naked with her.

   There was the sound of an approaching car and Caren saw her friend wave
when the VW came into sight.  The car slowed, turned onto the cabin -(TM)s
dirt road and stopped.

    -�It -(TM)s okay, Caren.  It -(TM)s Don. -� Kristen got in the
passenger door and climbed into the backseat.  With reluctance, Caren
dropped from her perch and walked toward the car.  The door was still open.
Caren took a deep breath, walked to the door and climbed into the front
passenger seat.

   Don -(TM)s wore a white T-shirt and loose purple shorts.  He smiled as
Kristen did the introductions.  Don gave Caren a long hard look before he
spoke.

    -�I see you need to visit our beach.  Your tan isn -(TM)t complete. -�

   Caren -(TM)s face reddened as she covered her breasts with one arm while
dropping her other to cover her lap.

    -�But you blush nicely, -� Don added.

   Kristen chuckled.   -�Give her a break, Don.  She -(TM)s not one of us 
-- yet, but I -(TM)m working on her. -�

    -�Well, let -(TM)s go break into Caren -(TM)s trunk. -� Don added with
a sinister tool.   -�I brought my tools. -�

   Caren was wordless as Don drove down to the cabin.  She was first to
leave the car, fleeing inside as Don and Kristen moved to the back of Caren
-(TM)s car.  Caren watched as a few minutes later the trunk door popped up.
She saw Kristen reach into the trunk and retrieve the car keys.  Then, to
Caren -(TM)s despair, Don slammed the trunk shut.  Then the two advanced to
the cabin.  Don and Kristen entered to see Caren -(TM)s bottom disappear
into the bedroom.

    -�Caren, get out here and thank Don.  He -(TM)s already seen you naked.
-�

   Caren answered, looking around the open bedroom door, but hiding her
body with the door.

    -�But you didn -(TM)t bring me my clothes. -�

    -�Caren, Don -(TM)s help comes with a price.  He wants you to spend a
day at our beach. -�

    -�ME?!? -�

    -�Yes, and he wants you there today.  He -(TM)ll drive us there and
bring us back. -�

   Caren groaned.  Reluctantly, she answered.   -�Okay, but give me
something to wear during the ride.

   Before Kristen could answer, Don removed his T-shirt and threw it almost
all the way to Caren.   -�You can wear my shirt. -�

   Caren reached for the shirt, but it was too far from the door.  Don told
her to hurry.  With a lump in her throat, she stepped from behind the door
and bent to retrieve the shirt.  She quickly pulled it over her head and it
slid down her body.  Despite its simplicity the T-shirt felt like a
comforting suit of armor against the eyes of Kristen and Don.  Both smiles
as they ushered her out to the VW.  Caren hid in the backseat as they drove
away from the cabin, her car and all of her clothes.



   Part 8

   Thursday Afternoon at the Beach

   Don and Kristen chatted in a friendly manner, letting Caren remain quiet
in the back.  Before they reached the beach, their casual manner pulled
Caren from her silence.  She was almost comfortable when they stopped in
the beach -(TM)s asphalt parking lot.  The lot was nearly full on the hot
clear day with people coming and going.  Kristen stood naked as Don removed
his shorts.  It was only when Don threatened to rip his T-shirt from Caren
-(TM)s that she was persuaded to exit Don -(TM)s car.

   Don walked to the trunk and retrieved the girl -(TM)s canvas shoes.  He
handed the shoes to the girls.   -�You -(TM)ll need these for the walk down
the trail. -�

   After pulling on her shoes Kristen spoke.   -�Come on.  We aren -(TM)t
supposed to stand around naked up here in the parking lot.  Don, let her
keep your T-shirt until we are at the bottom of the trail. -�

   Kristen walked to the trailhead as Caren pulled on her shoes.  It was
not easy to keep covered by the T-shirt.  She scurried to catch up with Don
and Kristen as the walked down the trail.  Caren was very concerned as Don
-(TM)s T-shirt fluttered in the wind but those concerns were forgotten by
the view Caren saw.

   The view of the beach from the top of the steps was magnificent.  The
blue sky, blue-green water, dark cliffs and bright off-white beach made a
great picture.  It was only as they descended the steps that Caren took
note of the naked bodies.  Prone on the sand, walking along the water
-(TM)s edge, throwing Frisbees, playing volleyball, swimming, splashing in
the water; all without any clothes.

    -�It doesn -(TM)t look unnatural at all, -� thought Caren.

   They stepped off the bottom of the trail onto the warm sand.  Kristen on
her left and Don on her right grabbed her arms and turned her to face the
sign of beach rules.  Don pointed at the  -�Clothing Prohibited -� rule and
held out his hand.  It took a lot of nerve for Caren to pull the T-shirt
over her head and reluctantly handed it to Don.  The three walked to the
lifeguard station.  Don took the T-shirt into the station.  When he
emerged, Beth was with him.

    -�Kristen, I thought you were visiting a friend, -� asked Beth.

    -�Don and I wanted to introduce Caren to our beach, -� Kristen
answered.  -�She -(TM)s never been to one like it. -�

    -�Really? -� Beth answered.   -�What do you think of our beach? -�

   Caren had difficulty talking with Don, Kristen and Beth  -" all standing
naked a few feet from her.   -�I don -(TM)t know.  It seems so naughty. -�
Caren -(TM)s voice could barely be heard above the sound of the surf.

    -�Well, don -(TM)t forget to put sunscreen on you untanned areas, -�
suggested Beth.   -�We wouldn -(TM)t want your first day here to end
painfully.  Here, use some of mine. -�

   Caren took the offered bottle of sunscreen.  She did not move as she
watched Kristen and Don each apply sunscreen on their own bodies before
checking each other.  Kristen applied some to an uncovered spot between Don
-(TM)s shoulder blades, and then Don rubbed screen on Kristen -(TM)s lower
back.

   Kristen saw Caren -(TM)s stare.   -�Come on, Caren, put on the
sunscreen, or do you want us to apply it for you? -�

    -�NO!  I -(TM)ll do myself. -� Caren squeezed the screen into her right
hand then rubbed her palms together.  She started at her feet, working her
way up her legs.  When she got to her upper thighs, she put some more
screen on her hands applied it to her stomach, back and shoulders.

    -�Tisk, tisk, -� sounded Kristen,  -�you missed the very pale areas. -�

   Caren gave Kristen a very evil look as she spread the sunscreen on her
breasts.  Her nipples betrayed her mind as they once again grew hard and
perky.  Kristen pointed lower and Caren gritted her teeth as she applied
more sunscreen to the pale areas of her bikini shave.  Again, her body
-(TM)s reaction forced its way into her mind.  If she were alone, she would
have let her hands respond to those delicious sensations.

   But she just couldn -(TM)t!

   She followed Don and Kristen down the beach.  Caren tried to hide her
stares and glances at the many exposed bodies on all sides of her, male and
female.



   Part 9

   Thursday Evening

   Caren had to admit the day at Black Knife Beach has been a hoot. 
Kristen and Don had made sure Caren did not find some secluded point and
cower in silence.  They had made a point of introducing her to all their
beach friends.  The beach people had been very nice, even tolerant of her
modest tendencies.  She saw the way they accepted the human body as part of
nature, but she remained very conscience of their glances which took in all
of her body.

   As the day had worn on, she had even let Don apply more sunscreen to her
back.  He hands had avoided those areas which were more personal, but she
had witnessed the look in his eyes after each application.  She had even
found herself smiling at his appreciate looks.  When it came time to leave,
Caren has not even asked for Don -(TM)s T-shirt.  After all, he had not put
his purple shorts on before they left.

   As Don drove them back to the mountain cabin, the three shared stories
of the past.  Not one of those stories was sexual in nature.  Caren -(TM)s
thoughts drew inward.  Her first full twenty-four hours naked was a rush.
Caren was not a convert, but she could see some of the reasons for Kristen
-(TM)s change of attitude on nudity.  As they turned onto the dirt road
Kristen made an offer to Don.

    -�Why don -(TM)t you stay for dinner?  It -(TM)s the least we can do
for helping us and driving us to and from the beach. -�

   The thought of sharing the cabin with a naked hunk brought Caren mixed
feelings.  The casualness of the nudity in a domestic setting was
embarrassing, and yet intoxicating.  Besides, to deny Don at least a dinner
would be rude.

    -�Sure, Don, stay for dinner.  I make a mean steak and salad, -� chimed
in Caren.  She did want the car key to get her clothes, but she enjoyed the
thrill of her friends keeping her clothes from her.  She decided they would
offer the key when they felt like it.

    -�Thanks, I am famished, -� answered Don.   -�I can help, too. -�

   Caren was the first to answer.   -�No, we -(TM)ll take care of
everything. -� Besides, the compact kitchen had barely enough room for two.
Three bodies in the kitchen would make for a lot of bumping into each
other, and smiled at that thought.  To herself she thought,  -�My lord in
horny.  I -(TM)d never get dinner done right with two nudes brushing
against me. -�

    -�Ah, guys, I want to take a shower before dinner.  I -(TM)ll get the
steaks started and grab a quick shower, -� suggested Caren.

   Kristen chimed in next.   -�I -(TM)ll take a shower right now.  Don
-(TM)t worry; I -(TM)ll leave some hot water for you. -� She went directly
to the bathroom.

   For the first time all day Caren and Don were together with no one else
around.  Caren found him non-threatening.  She went into the kitchen to get
the steaks started.  She had scrubbed out the broiler the previous night so
all she had to do was prepare her special marinate for the beef.  She was
mixing her secret ingredients when she felt a presence behind her.  She
turned to find Don standing in the doorway.  She blushed, again, wondering
how long he had been watching her.

    -�How long have you known Kristen? -� Don asked.

    -�Since middle school. -�

    -�Then you didn -(TM)t know about her nudist past? -�

    -�I didn -(TM)t have a clue until she told me yesterday.  We -(TM)ve
never kept secrets.  I know she didn -(TM)t keep if from me since she didn
-(TM)t know it herself. -�

    -�But it looks like you -(TM)re adjusting to the nudist way. -�

    -�Oh, my goodness, no!  I only wanted to understand her better.  I didn
-(TM)t plan on being naked all day. -�

    -�Why don -(TM)t you stay naked? -�

    -�What choice do I have?  My clothes are still locked away. -�

    -�Then you do you want your clothes back? -�

    -�Oh, yes. -�

    -�Why?  You seem to be doing just fine, and looking fine too. -�

   That last comment reddened Caren -(TM)s face again.  She thought she had
blushed more today than in all her previous life.   -�I want to have the
choice.  Besides, it's really messing with my head. -�

   The door to the bathroom opened and Kristen emerged; tanned, healthy
looking and still naked.

    -�If you want a quick shower, -� suggested Caren looking at Don,  -�go
ahead.  I want to marinate this a few more minutes before I put it in the
broiler. -�

    -�Thanks.  A shower would feel good. -� As Don left, Kristen took his
place at the door.

    -�You like Don. -�

    -�I guess I do.  As we talked he even looked me in the eyes, most of
the time.  Is he involved with anyone? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t know.  You -(TM)d have to talk to Beth.  She -(TM)s the
official �<<rumor central -(TM) for our beach.  You could always ask him.
-�

    -�Kristen, babe, it -(TM)s difficult to talk to a naked man, especially
when you -(TM)re naked, too. -�

    -�I think you -(TM)re doing fine. -� Kristen could see Caren was
uncomfortable with the subject, so she switched.   -�So, what -(TM)d you
think of our beach?  Wasn -(TM)t it great? -�

    -�I admit, it was interesting. -�

    -�Are you coming back? -�

   A slight smile eclipsed the look on Caren -(TM)s face before she
whispered,  -�Maybe. -�

    -�How about Saturday when you drop me off? -�

    -�I guess I -(TM)ll have to if you don -(TM)t give me back my clothes.
-�

   Kristen giggled.   -�Didn -(TM)t Don tell you?  You can have them back
anytime you want them. -�

    -�But?  Where -(TM)s the key? -�

    -�Go ask Don.  He was supposed to give it to you while I took my
shower. -�

   Caren, looking a bit angry, stormed out of the kitchen.  She hated being
tricked like that.  She opened the bathroom door.  There was Don -(TM)s
body, partially obscured behind a steamy, normally clear shower curtain. 
Caren halted and stared.   -�Yummy, -� she whispered.  Her body responded
and as she became a naked voyeur.  Before Don caught her looking, Caren
shook her head and backed out of the steamy bathroom.  She leaned against
the outside of the bathroom door to steady herself.  She heard the shower
stop and scurried back to the kitchen and Kristen.

    -�What -(TM)d Don say? -�

   Caren -(TM)s throat felt constricted but she forced her voice to work. 
-�Ah, I didn -(TM)t ask him. -�

    -�What were you doing?  You were gone almost five minutes. -�

    -�Ah, er, well --., -� Caren stammered.

   Caren -(TM)s face was obviously very red to Kristen -(TM)s watchful eye.
Kristen looked down and blushed when she noticed Caren -(TM)s nipples were
very erect.  Caren -(TM)s entire body had a healthy glow from her head to
her toes.  Kristen blushed as she wondered what had gotten Caren so fired
up, but Kristen was not going to state her guess.

   Caren finally found her voice.   -�Well, I, ah, caught Don in the
shower. -� Caren -(TM)s face reddened even more.   -�I sorta just  --
stared at him through the shower curtain. -� Caren looked Kristen in the
eyes and said,  -�Please don -(TM)t tell him I gawked at him. -�

    -�He is a handsome fellow, isn -(TM)t he? -�

    -�Kristen, I have to get some clothes.  This whole situation is
screwing with my mind. -�

    -�I can tell. -�

   Caren followed Kristen -(TM)s stare and clasped her hands over her
erect, and oh so sensitive breasts.  Kristen blushed and giggled at her
nude friend -(TM)s reaction.

    -�Relax, Caren.  Do you think this is the first time Don -(TM)s gotten
a rise out of a woman?

   Besides, the whole beach including Don got good long looks at your bod
all day.  There -(TM)s nothing to be ashamed about --at least nothing he
has not already admired. -�

    -�Kristen!  Please! -�

    -�Okay, calm down.  Don will be back in a minute and you can take a few
minutes for your shower  -- and anything else you need to do. -� Kristen
had stammered the last part of her sentence.

   At the subtle inference to Caren -(TM)s need to release, Caren -(TM)s
face grew pale with shock.

    -�Kristen!  Really! -�

    -�What -(TM)s the matter, girls? -� Don -(TM)s clear tenor voice asked
from a few feet behind Caren.

   Caren was very embarrassed and self-conscience.  Her hands flew down to
cover her bottom, but then she realized the bathroom was available and she
raced to it.  Don and Kristen chuckled as Caren ran, bent forward, her
hands not quite covering her firm our behind.

    -�What -(TM)s gotten into her? -� asked Don.

    -�I think the day has overwhelmed her.  Why don -(TM)t you give her a
break and return the key for her trunk and her clothes? -�

    -�The key -(TM)s on the dinner table in plain sight.  All she has to do
it pick it up.  Do you think I should take it to her? -�

   Kristen smiled to herself, imaging Caren -(TM)s current activities in
the privacy of the bathroom.

    -�No, I think we should give her a few minutes alone.  I -(TM)ll take
it to her when we hear the shower stop.

   Caren emerged from the shower stall.  The hot water had run out leaving
her refreshed after she had satisfied her needs under the hot water.  She
had settled for a cold rinse before stepping out of the stall.  After
retrieving a fresh bath towel from the shelf over the toilet, she spent
several minutes enjoying the soft comfort of the towel as she dried her
body.  She was about to wrap the towel around her by habit when she
realized her friends probably would not allow it.  With some trepidation
she hung up the towel before stepping out of the bathroom.

    -�Oh, -� said Kristen as she walked toward the bathroom,  -�here -(TM)s
your car key. -�

    -�Oh, thank you! -� Caren grabbed the key as if her life depended on
it. She looked at the key in her hand once before racing out the front door
to her car.  She fumbled getting the key into the lock twice before she
succeeded in unlocked the trunk.  Standing there in the outdoors, she
pulled on her pants, then a T-shirt.  Her clothes felt wonderful.  For the
first time in a day, she took a deep breath and relaxed.  Still in her bare
feet, she walked casually into the cabin.

    -�Dinner -(TM)s ready, -� declared Kristen.  Don was already seated at
the table.  Kristen waited to take her seat until Caren pulled out her
chair and sat.  Then Kristen spoke as Don dug a fork into a still sizzling
steak and transferred it to his plate.

    -�Congratulations, Caren, you -(TM)ve spent your first full day naked.
You willing to try another? -�

    -�I just want to enjoy this steak. -�

   Don passed the steak platter to Caren and added,  -�Come on, give it a
try.  I saw you smiling after you -(TM)d been at the beach for a while.  I
think you enjoyed at least part of the experience. -�

    -�Honestly, you two, couldn -(TM)t you both see I was dying of
embarrassment?  All those people could see all of me.  I couldn -(TM)t hide
anything. -�

    -�But I saw you smiling later in the afternoon after you got brave
enough to roll onto your back. -� Don -(TM)s tone of voice was not
aggressive.   -�Look, our way of life is not for everybody, but I really
think you could grow to appreciate it if you gave it a real chance. -�

   Caren remembered that incident while the yummy hunk was playing catch
with a Frisbee with a group of his friends.  When he had retrieved the
Frisbee which had landed near her he had given her the dreamiest smile she
could recall.  He had not gawked but she was sure he had liked her figure.
She thought he had intentionally missed catching the Frisbee another time
so he could again move toward her.

   Kristen saw the corners of Caren -(TM)s face turn up as she recalled the
incident.   -�See, you -(TM)re smiling again, -� Kristen noted.

   Caren answered wistfully,  -�That was a nice moment. -� Then she
realized what she was admitting and she could not hide the glee in her
voice even as she objected.   -�Hey, that -(TM)s not fair!  It -(TM)s like
you are reading my mind. -�

   Don replied,  -�See there are some perks to our beach. -�

   The conversation became one of normalcy as Kristen and Don talked over
lifeguard matters.  Caren concentrated on her food but her mind remained
unsettled as they finished the dinner.

    -�It -(TM)s time I hit the road, -� Don commented.

    -�But aren -(TM)t you going to put something on for the drive, -� asked
Caren.

    -�Oh, yeah, I guess I should, -� he admitted with a chuckle.   -�I
-(TM)m just so comfortable without clothes. -�

   The three said their goodbyes by Don -(TM)s car as he pulled his shorts
on.  The girls settled on the couch in front of the fireplace.  Caren
continued bringing Kristen up to date on her events of the last year. 
Kristen let Caren control the conversation.  Kristen listened patiently,
interrupting only for clarifications.  It was much like their time in high
school except that Kristen was naked.

   By 10:30 PM they were both yawning from the long day.  Kristen was first
in bed while Caren brushed her teeth.  When Caren emerged from the
bathroom, she wore cotton pajamas.  She slid into bed next to her still
naked friend and was fast asleep.



   Part 10

   Friday Morning

   Caren woke with the morning sun was peeking over the mountain.  She slid
from under the sheet and, rubbing sleep from her eyes, she stepped into the
bathroom.  It was only when she saw her reflection in the mirror that she
noticed she was naked.



    -�Oh, damn it!  KRISTEN! -�

   She race back into the bedroom, but the bed was empty.  There was no
answer to her shout.  She checked the dresser drawers, then her bag.  There
were no clothes in the cabin.  Running out to the front of the cabin she
found her car sitting where she had parked it.  Returning to the cabin she
found her car keys on the table.

   Caren mind raced.  She could drive home wearing the sheet from the bed,
but she would have some explaining to do.  Her mother was sure to be home.

   She flopped down on the bed and wrapped the sheet around her body.

    -�Caren, wake up!  You -(TM)ve stolen all the bedclothes! -�

   Caren looked up at a goose-bump-covered Kristen who was tried to pull
loose the covers tightly held by Caren.

    -�It -(TM)s too cold to sleep without covers, -� Kristen complained.

    -�Sorry.  I was having a nightmare, -� Caren said apologetically, but
Caren still held the covers tightly.

    -�Never mind, I -(TM)ll go build a fire.  It -(TM)s almost time to get
up anyway. -� Kristen hugged her arms to her chest as she walked into the
living room.

   Caren felt lousy.  Holding the covers tightly to her body, she padded
into the living room.

    -�Kristen, you can have some covers. -�

   The front door was open.  Kristen re-entered the cabin having retrieved
more firewood from the stack around the side of the cabin.  Kristen went
straight to the fireplace and build a roaring blaze.  Caren sat on the
couch, watching her nude friend prepare and start the fire.  Only then did
Kristen plop down beside Caren and snuggle under the covers she was
offered.

    -�MMMMM, you've got the covers nice and toasty. -�

   The two were mesmerized by the flickering flames.  In only a few minutes
sleep came upon them.

   Caren was the first to wake.  For a few minutes she watched her friend
sleep.  Kristen -(TM)s _expression was one of innocence and peace. 
Arranged as they were under the warm covers it was impossible to discern if
either or both of them wore any clothes.  Caren might have fallen asleep
again, except --.

   The sound of the truck crashing down the mountain side through the trees
was horrific.  Both were startled wide awake by the cacophony of rending
metal and snapping wood.

   Kristen -(TM)s reaction was immediate.  She raced out the front door and
looked up at the main road.  The level of noise had diminished but she
could still hear the snapping of wood and creaking of straining metal.  She
raced in the direction of the noise.  Caren emerged from the cabin wearing
her pajamas after having donned her shoes.  She saw Kristen vanish into the
brush and trees and ran to follow her.

   The trailer had twisted ruptured spilling its massive load of groceries
in all directions.  The tractor had some to rest sideways against a trio of
strong pines with the driver -(TM)s side facing downhill.  Caren saw a bit
of tanned flesh downhill from the tractor.  It was Kristen and she was
kneeling over a body.

    -�Call 911, -� Kristen shouted.

   Caren ran back to her cell phone in the car.  Upon catching her breath
she gave the location and directions to the cabin to the Police.  She was
trotting back to Kristen with the phone when she saw what Kristen was
doing. Kristen was giving CPR to the downed truck driver.

    -�Help is on the way, -� Caren said.

   Kristen acknowledged Caren -(TM)s comment with a nod of her head as she
concentrated on reviving the man.  Kristen was still working on him when
the sounds of sirens filled the air.

    -�I -(TM)ll bring them here, -� shouted Caren.

   Caren met the ambulance as it stopped and led the paramedics to Kristen
and the truck driver.  The paramedics, a man and a woman, were not
distracted by the Kristen -(TM)s nudity.  It was all business as they set
up their equipment while Kristen continued CPR.  The female paramedic
tapped Kristen on the shoulder.   -�We -(TM)ll take over now. -� Kristen
stepped back and let them take charge.

    -�There -(TM)s a heart beat but it -(TM)s irregular and faint. -�

    -�I can -(TM)t get a BP. -�

    -�He's going into arrest.  Paddles! -�

    -�Charging. -�

    -�CLEAR. -�

   The man -(TM)s body jumped as he took the electrical jolt.

    -�That -(TM)s better.  The heart -(TM)s beating on its own. -�

    -�BP, 90 over 40, and rising. -�

   Two police officers appeared a few feet off to the side.  Kristen was
leaning against a tree as her adrenaline burned itself off.  Caren gave the
officers her description of the scene as she had seen it.  The first
officer asked who gave the CPR.

    -�She did, -� answered Caren, pointing at Kristen.  Caren -(TM)s mind
raced as she realized Kristen was still naked.  Would there be trouble?

    -�Officer, -� said the female paramedic,  -�we -(TM)re transporting the
patient now.  Don -(TM)t give the young lady a hard time.  I think she
saved his life. -�

    -�Is he going to be okay, -� asked Kristen?

    -�I think his chest impacted the tree hard enough to stop his heart.  I
think he -(TM)s got a couple of broken ribs, but he awake and moving his
limbs.  That -(TM)s a real good sign. -�

   The officers, Kristen and Caren followed the paramedics as they carried
the patient up to their ambulance, carrying some of their equipment.  As
the ambulance roared away, the officers turned to Kristen.  The male
officer spoke.

    -�We need a statement and an explanation. -�

    -�I -(TM)m a lifeguard at Black Knife Beach, -� answered Kristen.

   The officers looked at each other then the female officer spoke.   -�Oh,
you -(TM)re one of those people. -�

   For a moment Kristen thought she would be in trouble until she saw the
friendly smiles form on the officers -(TM) faces.  Now it was Kristen who
looked hard at the police.

    -�Harold, Betty?  I didn -(TM)t recognize you in clothes. -�

   Caren was confused.  As the other three smiled and chatted it became
clear they knew each other.  Turning to Caren, Kristen did the
introductions.

    -�Caren, you didn -(TM)t meet them yesterday, but these are two of our
regular beach buddies. -� Turning back to the officers she added,  -�I didn
-(TM)t know you two were police. -�

   Betty answered.   -�We keep that to ourselves.  There -(TM)s no need to
spread that around to the others.  It could make problems. -�

    -�Why, -� asked Kristen.

   Now it was Harold who blushed brightly.   -�I lost a ridiculous bet at
the gun range with Betty.  To pay it off I had to spend an hour at our
beach.  I had never been to a nude beach before and was surprised I liked
it.  Two weeks later, Betty lost the bet and it was her turn.  Surprise,
surprise, she liked it too. -�

   A car zoomed by along the road.  A male voice whooped as they passed.

    -�We should get you away from the road in your unclothed state, -� said
Betty,  -�before we cause another accident. -� The officers drove their
squad car as Kristen and Caren walked down to the cabin.

   Upon entering the cabin Harold used the phone while Betty took a full
statement from Kristen.  Harold was smiling broadly when he hung up the
phone and he announced,  -�Dispatch says the driver -(TM)s condition is
very good.  He says he was reaching for his heart pills when he had the
accident.  Kristen, it looks like you -(TM)re saving lives in the mountains
like you do on the beach.  Congratulations! -�

   The police radio squawked and they took the call.  With brief goodbyes
the officers had to rush to their next assignment.

   Caren and Kristen ate a breakfast of cereal, juice and milk.  The
morning -(TM)s unplanned activities left them both thoughtful.  Kristen
thought back over all her emergency aid training, wondering if there had
been more she could do.

   Caren -(TM)s thoughts were more numerous.  Kristen had always been one
to lead but the thought of her saving a man -(TM)s life was overpowering.
Then there was the matter of saving a life while naked.  Kristen had been
so confident that Caren had forgotten her friend was naked until after the
police showed up.  And finally, to be confronted by two more of Kristen
-(TM)s beach people in uniform, Caren discovered real interest in Kristen
-(TM)s new way of life.

   So far all of Kristen -(TM)s new friends were nice people.  Could their
naked way of life somehow make them better people or were mostly nice
people attracted to the naked beach?

   They had just finished eating when the phone calls started to come in.
The newspapers wanted to know about the  -�naked angel of mercy -�
described by the truck driver.  The television and radio stations called
wanting an interview.  Kristen co-operated by doing phone interviews which
satisfied the radio people, but the papers and television people wanted to
send cameras.  Even Kristen was blushing as she envisioned her naked image
on the nightly news.  Caren had been encouraging her to do the interviews
until Kristen shared that image.



   Part 11

   Friday Afternoon

   Both young ladies were getting frustrated with the constant phone calls.
It was spoiling their time together.  Lunchtime came and past and the phone
kept ringing.  Caren changed into a baggy jersey and shorts, and then made
sandwiches.  When Kristen hung up from the most recent plea for an
interview, the two fled the cabin with the sandwiches and bottled water in
Caren -(TM)s backpack.  The hiked down the mountainside toward the stream
that ran through the valley.  Within thirty minutes they stood at the edge
of the babbling brook.  The air was clean with the temperature in the
mid-seventies.  Kristen stuck a toe in the water, declared it refreshing
and waded in.  Kristen waded to deeper pool and was enjoying herself.

    -�Come on in.  You -(TM)ll love it. -�

   Caren looked around, and seeing no one in sight, timidly slid her shorts
down her legs.  The jersey was just long enough to cover her personal
parts, but she already felt quite naked.

    -�Come on, -� urge Kristen.

   With one quick motion Caren pulled the jersey over her head and jumped
into the pool next to Kristen.  She surfaced, sputtering.

    -�Jesus Christ!  This water -(TM)s ice cold! -�

    -�I know, -� chuckled Kristen,  -�but I got you in. -�

   It was at that moment that the news copter dropped into the valley. 
Spotting swimmers the pilot dropped and headed toward them.

   Only Kristen -(TM)s and Caren -(TM)s heads were above the water when
they heard the  -�thwap, thwap -� of the copter as it came to hover over
them.  Both looked up in surprise.  Kristen waved.

    -�Don -(TM)t encourage them.  Maybe they will go away, -� urged Caren
through suddenly chattering teeth.  She slid lower in the water and turned
to see her clothes -- so near yet so far away.  The copter slowly eased
downstream to her relief until she saw it drop lower and two men, one with
a camera on his shoulder, stepped from the hovering craft.

    -�Cable News Service, -� shouted the man without the camera.  The two
trotted upstream, splashing along the bank until they stood between Caren
and her clothes.   -�We just wanted a few pictures from the heroines. -�

   Both girls remained in the water.  Caren was hesitant to appear before
the camera and lord knows how many viewers but Kristen was bolder.

    -�I -(TM)ve got nothing to add to what I said on the phone, -� shouted
Kristen as she waded toward shallower water.

    -�My producers want pictures of you as you -(TM)re interviewed.  It
-(TM)s my job.  It -(TM)s nothing personal. -�

   Kristen answered.   -�It -(TM)s our bodies you want on the news.  That
-(TM)s not fair. -�

    -�We do the interview here or my producer will send me down to the
beach where you work.  It -(TM)s your choice. -�

   Kristen thought a minute as she moved to waist deep water while Caren
remained in the deeper water.   -�Okay, I -(TM)ll give you an exclusive
interview at the beach, but you -(TM)ll need to get it cleared through the
Parks Service Department.  It -(TM)s that or nothing.  And tell them I want
the producer at the interview. -�

   The reporter checked with his producer via his microphone and
headphones. The producer reluctantly agreed to do the interview at 10 AM.
The newsies dawdled, hoping for at least one good shot of the  -�naked
angels -� but they eventually hurried off for another assignment.

   As the copter passed out of sight over the edge of the mountain, two
slightly blue-skinned, attractive and very naked ladies stepped out of the
cold brook.

   Caren was the first to speak.   -�Damn, I think they took my shorts. -�

    -�Caren, let -(TM)s just get back to the cabin and warm up. -�

   Caren pulled on her jersey before she followed Kristen up the valley.

   A new fire was burning in the fireplace giving a warm glow to the room.
Caren had removed her jersey and put on knickers, bra, T-shirt, sweatshirt,
her heaviest pants and two pairs of socks.  She slipped hot cocoa.  Another
steaming cup of the chocolaty drink sat on the end table for Kristen. 
Kristen had taken a hot shower and emerged wearing Caren -(TM)s long
terrycloth robe.  She sat between Caren and the end table where her cocoa
waited.

    -�Why -(TM)d you agreed to the interview on the beach? -�

   Kristen smiled.   -�Come tomorrow and see.  I promise it will be a good
show. -�



   Part 12

   Saturday Morning

   Kristen was delighted that Caren joined her at her beach after dropping
her off.  A few other new services had called later on Friday, but the two
had relaxed and enjoyed each other -(TM)s company.  Caren had remained
clothed for the rest of the day.  Once Kristen had gotten the cold out of
her bones, she had shed the robe.  Caren had almost gotten used to seeing
her best friend do everything naked.

   The next morning Kristen had ridden naked as a clothed Caren drove to
the beach.  Caren needed less encouragement to leave her clothes in her car
and descend to the beach naked.  Caren -(TM)s stomach was still doing some
back flips as she accompanied Karen on her rounds.

   At 9:45 AM the CNS news copter came into viewed.  After survey the beach
the pilot found an open spot on the north end and landed.  Three people
exited the copter before it flew up to the parking lot.  There was the same
camera man as the day before, but he was accompanied by two women.  One of
the women was in her mid-twenties, wore earphones and carried a hand
microphone.  She had the typical look of a young attractive reporter on her
way up the company ladder.  The second woman was tall, in her mid-thirties
and was dressed in a stylish pantsuit.

    -�She must be the producer, -� Kristen said to Caren.

   The news people looked around until the cameraman spotted Kristen and
pointed her out.  The trio strode down the beach straight for Caren and
Kristen until --

    -�Sorry, ma -(TM)am, but you can -(TM)t be here, -� announced Beth as
she walked into their path.

    -�I have the approval from your Parks Department. -� The producer
handed a sheet of paper to Beth.   -�Please step out of our way and let us
work. -�

   Beth stood her ground as she read the paper.   -�This is all in order,
but you still can -(TM)t be here like this. -�

    -�Why not? -� asked the producer.

    -�This beach is clothing prohibited.  You have to remove your clothing
here and now. -�

   The look on the producer -(TM)s face was priceless; her jaw dropped
open. The reporter -(TM)s _expression was almost as good.  Only the
cameraman seemed unaffected by Beth -(TM)s pronouncement.  Well, almost
unaffected.  He was sporting a big smile and adjusting the camera which was
aimed at the backside of his producer.

    -�I never heard of such a thing, -� the producer replied pompously.

    -�Beth, is there a problem with these people? -� Harold appeared beside
Beth.  He was not exactly nude for he wore his police cap with the badge
pinned to it.

   Caren and Kristen had continued walking toward the newsies and were
standing only a few feet away.  Kristen saw Betty a few feet off to the
side, wearing only a belt with her badge and a walkie-talkie attached to
it.

    -�These people are in violation of the beach ordinance. -� Beth did not
raise her voice but her statement was heard by those nearby.  Several of
the regular beach goers stood and waited, encircling the confrontation.

    -�Ma -(TM)am, Black Knife Beach rules are city ordinance.  The rules
are posted at the top and bottom of the beach accesses. -�

    -�But we didn -(TM)t use the beach accesses.  We were brought by a
copter. -� The producer -(TM)s voice had grown louder and higher pitched.

    -�Sorry, ma -(TM)am, ignorance of the law is no excuse.  I can let you
off with a warning citation but I insist your crew remove its clothes
immediately. -�

   The smile on the cameraman was from ear-to-ear.  He had the whole
conversation on tape with his producer -(TM)s back to the camera.  He had
already unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt.  The reporter was
looking a bit scared.  She wanted no part of a naked beach, but she was
sure her pain-in-the-butt producer was going to get them all stripped.  She
waved Betty over and the two exchanged whispers.

   The producer was still arguing but Harold was not yielding an inch. 
Behind the producer a red-faced reporter was handing her clothes to Betty
while a smiling camera man dropped his pants and boxers to the sand.

   Harold had had enough.   -�Ma -(TM)am, comply with the law right now or
you -(TM)re going to be taken to the station and charged with violation the
beach ordinance AND resisting an officer. -� Betty moved next to Harold and
offered a pair of handcuffs which had hung from her belt.

   The crowd of watchers had grown.  The producer, seeing the crowd and
their support for the officer, was getting very nervous.  She turned for
support from her crew.  Upon seeing them already naked her confidence
faltered.  With shaking hands and surrounded by a lot of staring eyes she
handled her jacket and then her pants to the officer.  Standing in the
matching black lace knickers and bra she was very conscious of the
off-shore breeze and the effect it was having on her nearly bare body. 
Kicking off her flats she pleaded with her eyes to Harold.  He maintained a
severe _expression and put his hand out for more of her clothes.  With her
hands shaking, first her bra and then her knickers were handed to Officer
Harold.

    -�That will be fine, ma -(TM)am.  Have a good day. -� With her clothes
in his hands, Officer Harold walked toward the trail to the parking lot.

    -�Jim, Barb, do the damn interview and let -(TM)s get out of here. -�

   Both Kristen and Caren were interviewed by a blushing Barb.  Jim assured
them he was taking headshots but a carefully examination later would reveal
he used a wider lens setting.  When the tape was aired, only their ladies
heads and shoulders were seen, but the original tape found it way to Jim
-(TM)s private home collection.  In particular he had his producer -(TM)s
entire strip sequence as well as additional footage taken as they climbed
the trail to the parking lot.

   All in all, Caren had mixed feelings about Black Knife Beach, but she
promised to come again --.soon.



   But that -(TM)s another story.