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   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 213: Stripping Dale

    -�I think we need to begin by deciding that you can -(TM)t and won
-(TM)t be in charge of your own nudity -- -� said Nate.

    -�But -- -� interrupted Dale, caught off guard.

    -�Just hold on.  You need to listen for a minute.  I know what I
-(TM)ve seen, and I know everything that has been said today, as well as in
the past.  This morning you convinced me that you have neither a workable
plan, the ability to make good decisions about wearing clothes, nor the
ability to abide by any promises you make to yourself, clothing related.  I
think that inside you fully realize that you are a disaster waiting to
happen.  I know that in your calm and collected state, you are actually
quite scared about what will no doubt one day happen if your impulses are
not controlled.  I think we both know that the amazing thing is that
something quite bad hasn -(TM)t happened already -- -� said Nate.

    -�But -- -� said Dale, again interrupting.

    -�This is how it has to be, Dale --how it is going to be.  You are not
going to have any say whatsoever about when or where you are nude.  Just a
few minutes ago, back on the on ramp, when I let you pick your state of
dress for this ride --that was the last time.  And for the record, I couldn
-(TM)t even allow you full rein because of the shirt.  I hope you enjoyed
it, because you won -(TM)t be doing that again.  That was the last time. -�

    -�Hold it right there, Buster!  You -(TM)re getting way ahead of
yourself.  We figure out stuff together, remember! -� said Dale,
insistently.

    -�That -(TM)s right, we do.  Together we are going to decide that you
will no longer have any say about your personal state of dress, -� said
Nate.

    -�I -(TM)m not going to agree to that, -� said Dale.

    -�On the contrary, you will agree.  You will agree because you love me,
because you trust me, and because you are genuinely scared about what might
happen to our mutual future if we don -(TM)t get a handle on this.  At
times I have been unsure if you were in fact scared about what could happen
--your actions seemed to say otherwise.  But now I have a deeper
understanding.  You are concerned, and yet you do things which involve
considerable risk.  Just now you were more than happy to do this daytime
car ride completely naked --even after knowing what it is like to get
pulled over while nude.

    -�You stripped naked at the wheel and ran around outside the fraternity
without the mask.  You ran stark naked toward Dairy Queen on Halloween.  At
those moments, I was the only rational person present, but I was
essentially powerless.  All I could do was to attempt to talk some sense
into you.  We both know how futile that was.  I also tried threatening a
spanking.  That didn -(TM)t work for me either, -� said Nate.   -�After a
little more consideration, I now think that I should have spanked you that
night.  You certainly deserved it. -�

   Dale sat there for a minute processing what Nate had said.  Finally she
replied,  -�So you want me to agree to never take my clothes off? -�

    -�Dale, listen carefully --what I -(TM)m saying is that you WILL agree.
You will agree that you will never take your clothes off without my
permission, and you will never dress without my permission, -� said Nate,
firmly and confidently.

    -�I -(TM)m not going to agree to that, and you can -(TM)t make me agree
to that, -� said Dale.

    -�You WILL agree to it, and you WILL agree to it today --willingly, -�
said Nate.   -�Right away, before the next incident happens, we will have a
new system fully up and running. -�

    -�Nate, surely you understand my position.  You can -(TM)t again have
such authority.  We had our problem because you were in charge of my
nudity, -� said Dale, insistently.

    -�Well, that may be, Dale.  But we aren -(TM)t going to agree to this
arrangement because of the past.  You will have absolutely no authority
over your state of dress because that is how we are going to set things up
for a successful future together, -� said Nate.   -�What I -(TM)m talking
about has everything to do with stripping you, pun intended, of all
authority.  It has more to do with that than it does with giving that
authority to me. -�

    -�What you are talking about, -� said Dale,  -�sounds like you -(TM)d
have even more authority than what didn -(TM)t work before. -�

    -�That -(TM)s true, -� said Nate.   -�I -(TM)ll have absolute
authority. You -(TM)ll never again have to waste any time thinking about if
you should dress or undress.  For you, your state of dress will be like the
weather, something that you have no ability to control.  You will be
dressed or nude at my sole discretion. -�

    -�That -(TM)s ludicrous, -� said Dale.   -�Do you know how ridiculous
this sounds? -�

    -�Dale, I love you.  I respect you, but I can -(TM)t trust you to keep
your clothes on when they need to be on.  Without a doubt, you will agree
to this today, and once that is done it will no longer be in the category
of things that we decide together.  You will relinquish control of your
nudity to me completely.  If I say you are dressed, then you will be
dressed.  If I say you are undressed, then you will be naked.  And of
course, this applies to every state in between.  If I say that it is a 
-~no panties -(TM) day, then it is a  -~no panties -(TM) day.  I will
probably listen to your opinions, but you will not have a vote. -�

    -�You -(TM)ve lost it, Buster, -� said Dale.

    -�Have I? -� asked Nate.   -�Think about it. -�

   Even though Dale was offering verbal resistance, strong emotions were
telling her that she wanted this.  Suddenly Nate was showing a side of
himself that she hadn -(TM)t seen before.  He -(TM)d been in charge before,
but he -(TM)d never really taken charge.  As he -(TM)d said, he had always
attempted to persuade her to be rational when he thought she was taking big
risks.  And in terms of getting her nude, he had typically employed tricks
and surprises --even a falsehood or two.

   This was different, he was being assertive, and removing from her the
ability to object.  If she agreed to what he was proposing, then her honor
and her stubbornness would force her to do whatever it was that he required
of her, that she knew.  She felt simultaneously scared and excited.

    -�I haven -(TM)t lost it, -� said Nate.   -�I love you, and this is how
it has to be.  This is how it will be.  Your nudity will be completely out
of your hands.  It will be in the hands of someone who loves you and cares
about you --someone who you love --someone who you will obey when it comes
to the all-important matter of clothing.  You won -(TM)t again dress or
undress without my explicit permission. -�

   Dale felt her already moist pussy getting even juicier.  She also felt
other thrilling sensations ripple through her body.  Suddenly she found
herself feeling the way that only one person had ever made her feel before
--Kelly.  Kelly had had her faults, but she had also had her number.  In
their private whispered conversations, Kelly had had her eating out of her
hand.

   Sure Kelly was far from perfect, Dale realized, but on a few occasions
she had known that she would unquestionably do whatever it was that Kelly
might have required of her.  Kelly had a domineering manner about her and a
level of confidence that her less self-assured neighbor had never had.  But
now, all of a sudden she was seeing that trait in Nate, and she liked it.
She liked it a lot.

   The more she thought about it, the less she knew what to do.  Lots of
things were going around in her brain, but she found herself also getting
aroused.  That was always complication for her, she knew, and she tried to
fight it and stick to logic, but that was never easy.

   She had a true tempest in her skull made even more difficult due to how
her emotions were mixing in.  She tried to focus on the issues.  In the
past she had sought solutions, and made decisions, but they had usually
been targeted toward making big changes --essentially changing who she was
at a fundamental level.  Her inability to succeed at that was something
that she was well aware of.

   Her rational nature had forced her to look at the problem as a complex
one, and her  -~solutions -(TM), had been similarly complex.  Maybe the
direction that Nate was suggesting had merit, she found herself thinking.
It was overly simplistic, and yet that gave it a certain elegance.

    -�Dale, you and I will largely run our lives together as equals, but in
the area of your nudity, you will be rendered entirely powerless, stripped
completely as it were.  I am going to make all decisions.  You will
experience the most firm and yet most loving control that you can imagine.
There will be fun, scary nudity, but always under conditions that pass my
personal test for safety.  Go ahead and worry all you like, but you will
have no say.  We know you can -(TM)t trust yourself.  You -(TM)re not sure
you can trust me, but in your heart you know you have to, -� said Nate.  
-�It is the only answer.  This is our salvation.  Think about it. -�



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 214: Nate Hits Dale Hard

   Dale remembered the switch that would suddenly flip in her brain
whenever Nate would tell her that he had a letter from Kelly.  It had
always been the flipping of that switch that had inspired her to announce,
-~We -(TM)re going! -� prior to having any information about the details of
the letter.  Something about Kelly had inspired that level of obedience, a
desire to be completely subservient.  She had felt incapable to resist
Kelly -(TM)s wishes.  Suddenly it seemed as if Nate had acquired that one
specific trait from Kelly, along with ownership of her nipples.

    -�But, Nate, -� objected Dale.   -�It can -(TM)t work.  I have to
change clothes.  I take showers.  I have to dress and undress when you are
not around. -�

    -�I -(TM)ve thought long and hard about that, -� said Nate.   -�And I
have the solution.  I found it in an old Kelly letter. -�

    -~Oh, my God, -(TM) thought Dale.   -~He has been learning from Kelly.
-(TM) And then a crazy yet thrilling, exciting thought occurred to her, 
-~Could this be the best of both worlds?  The perfect combination of the
boy she loved and the master she craved!!! -(TM)

   Taking something else down from above his visor, Nate handed her another
piece of paper.

    -�Dale, read the circled paragraph, -� said Nate.   -�Read it aloud, if
you don -(TM)t mind. -�

   Hesitatingly, Dale opened the letter and read:

    -�Before you leave for your drive, Carol should shave everything.  By
now you probably think that this goes without saying, but it doesn -(TM)t.
Carol needs to know that while she is here, she is mine!  And that includes
her most intimate areas.  While she would probably shave her pussy on her
own accord, when she shaves it Friday, she will be shaving it because she
is following my instructions, to please me.  This must be clear and
understood.  Also, the nipples.  Mine!  I did not  -�give -� her the
diamond tipped barbells.  I still own them.  They are where they are and
staying there, as a symbol of ownership.  Pure and simple.  In my private
conversations with Carol, I -(TM)ve given her some inklings of where this
is all going and what she needs to prepare herself for. -�

    -�You should know that I have been in contact with Kelly, -� said Nate.
 -�I don -(TM)t want you to be upset about that.  Initially I got in touch
with her in order to get her to relinquish rights related to the jewelry
and your nipples.  However, I had always been curious about this paragraph.
Several things about it actually, but especially the last sentence.  You
should know that I am now privy to what she had been telling you.  I of
course observed how strongly you responded to her.  But now I am fully
aware of where things were, at that time, headed.  I know even more than
you know about where she was hoping to take things with you.  Truth be
told, things are now headed on a somewhat comparable path, only now Kelly
is out of the picture.  It -(TM)s just you and me, baby! -�

   Nate glanced over at Dale and saw a look of disbelief on her face.

   Continuing he said,  -�And unlike Kelly, I love you and have the ability
to make things happen quickly.  Kelly never had your interests at heart and
was dealing with a few complications, one of which had to do with the
distance involved.  Kelly -(TM)s plan was only based on serving her own
kinks.  But given the craving I have seen in you for an absolute and
extreme surrender, I -(TM)m sure she would have managed to trap you in her
net.  Indeed she was using me as a pawn in that very scheme.

    -�I imagined that I was using her to provide you with innocent little
fun experiences, but I was naïve, so very naïve.  Her take on everything
was much darker, much more sinister.  She was using me.  She planned to
have me drive you back and forth, and I was admittedly doing just that, but
then at some point she was going to simply keep you and cast me aside. 
Ultimately she would have separated us, and you would have been on your
own. And to keep me away --well, she was planning to have you do that.  She
was going to have you turn on me so that I would stay gone.  I would have
ended up with a broken heart, but you on the other hand --very bleak
prospects for you.  The permanent and complete nudity might have been to
your liking, but the other aspects, I think not. -�

   Nate looked over and saw Dale -(TM)s mouth hanging open as if in
disbelief.

   Nate continued,  -�I frankly think that she would probably have been
successful, and I know I don -(TM)t want that future for you.  It -(TM)s
not you.  I know that you have a need to surrender, but you would have
ended up suffering, suffering badly.  I am the opposite of Kelly because I
have your interests at heart.  I love you.  Kelly -(TM)s letters always
promised,  -~no sex -(TM), but that was only a stepping stone for her, as I
-(TM)m sure you can imagine. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t know what to say, -� said Dale, visibly shaken.

    -�You don -(TM)t need to say anything, Lover.  You just need to sit
there and let it sink in a little, -� said Nate.   -�It will be alright.  I
-(TM)ll take good care of you.  You -(TM)ll surrender, but you -(TM)ll be
surrendering to me, someone you love and can trust.  Kelly is out of the
picture.  Like I said the ties are all completely broken.  We can forget
about her.  You certainly should forget about her. -�

    -�How can I do that, -� said Dale.   -�I wasn -(TM)t going to be able
to forget about her before you told me all this, but now --how could I
ever? -�

    -�Well, just think of her as a disaster avoided then, -� said Nate.  
-�Or as a stepping stone to our bright future.  You -(TM)ll still
surrender, you -(TM)ll still obey, but to me, and it will all be limited to
your nudity.  Unlike in Kelly -(TM)s scheme, you will live in the wide-wide
world, go to college, marry, have kids, all of that.  I -(TM)ll be in
charge of the nudity, but you can be in charge of other things.  Or we
-(TM)ll work the other things out together.  Our sex life, our college
choices, everything else.  Ideally, we -(TM)ll handle things as a loving
team.  However --your nudity.  That important piece of the puzzle is mine!
It has to be.  You will agree because you have to agree and because you
want to agree.  I can see in your eyes how much you want to agree. -�

    -�Oh, Nate --it doesn -(TM)t sound workable, -� said Dale.

    -�There will be details to work out, but they won -(TM)t be a problem.
As Kelly wrote in that paragraph,  -~ --when she shaves it Friday, she will
be shaving it because she is following my instructions, to please me, -(TM)
said Nate.   -�In other words, you will undress for showers when I am not
around.  But you will be doing so according to my instructions.  In other
words, you will not be making decisions of your own regarding your state of
dress.  You will shower in accordance with rules that you are well aware
of, and your number one priority will be to please me.

    -�Additionally, you will have permission to dress and undress provided
that certain conditions are met, but you will not be participating in any
of the decisions that are involved.  In that regard, you will be
handcuffed, so to speak.

   Nate took an exit, but parked on the shoulder before reaching the stop
sign.

    -�Why are you stopping? -� she asked.

    -�This is too serious of a discussion to continue having while driving,
-� he said.   -�Now please, tell me what you are thinking? -�

    -�I didn -(TM)t think I would agree to allowing you to again be in
charge of my nudity, especially not anytime soon, -� said Dale.   -�But now
I find myself thinking about giving this a try. -�

    -�First off, Dale, there is no  -~try -(TM).  We are at the  -~commit
-(TM) stage.  We had a trial relationship.  It ended in a break up.  Now we
have a different relationship, a permanent relationship.  Similarly we had
a  -�trial -� period in which I was in charge of your nudity.  The trial
period is over, -� said Nate.

    -�So what are you talking about then? -� she asked, biting her lip. 
She had turned toward him and pulled one knee up onto the seat.  Her pussy
was fully on display as she spoke, the moisture quite evident.

    -�I think you know what I -(TM)m talking about, -� said Nate.   -�I
know I -(TM)m hitting you pretty hard.  You -(TM)re not the only one that
can do that.  I can hit hard, too. -�

    -�You don -(TM)t mean  -~forever -(TM), do you? -� said Dale.

    -�I think  -~forever -(TM) is the appropriate term for the big,
important things in our relationship, -� said Nate.   -�Just like our  -~no
breakup -(TM) commitment, this will be permanent. -�

    -�But what if there are problems? -� asked Dale.

    -�Then I -(TM)ll make adjustments, -� said Nate.

    -�Don -(TM)t you mean --we -(TM)ll make adjustments? -� she asked.

    -�No.  I mean, I -(TM)ll make adjustments, -� said Nate.   -�I am sure
I -(TM)ll want to know your opinions and ideas.  I DO love you, you know.
But the decisions will be mine.  We -(TM)ll agree to what I -(TM)m talking
about today.  We -(TM)ll shake hands.  Thus ends your involvement in making
decisions related to your nudity. -�

    -�Forever? -� asked Dale.

    -�Forever! -� said Nate.   -�I know I -(TM)m hitting you pretty hard.
-�

    -�Is this an ultimatum of some sort? -� asked Dale.

    -�No, it -(TM)s not an ultimatum, -� said Nate.   -�But it doesn -(TM)t
really matter.  You have already decided to agree.  I can tell. -�

    -�How can you tell? -� said Dale.

    -�A naked girl gives off a lot of body language, -� said Nate.

   Knowingly, Dale looked down at her pussy.  It was not only dripping
juice, but engorged as well.  Her inner flower was in full bloom.  She
snapped her legs together.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door 215: Dale Interrupts Their Talk

    -�Come here, kiss me, -� continued Nate.   -�And then let -(TM)s talk
this through. -�

   Dale quickly removed her seatbelt and in one motion pulled off her open
shirt.  Sliding over to him, she unsnapped Nate -(TM)s seatbelt.  She
kissed him, but then pushed him down so that he was lying across the front
seat, his upper body away from the steering wheel.  Nate was surprised by
the sheer intensity of her kisses as well as her forcefulness as she sought
to get their bodies situated.  Very lustily she squirmed on top of him,
hugging him and rubbing against him.  She was obviously in a very aroused,
passionate state.

    -�Dale, did I say you could take off your shirt? -� he said
reprimanding her.

    -�We haven -(TM)t agreed to anything yet, -� she said.   -�And besides,
this is sex.  Remember, I get to have at least some say when it comes to
sex.  As much as I want, I think you said. -�

    -�Well, the boundaries might be a little blurred at times, but we
-(TM)ll --I mean, I -(TM)ll figure it out, -� said Nate.

   Dale continued to rub her body against his.  She was on top of him,
kissing his neck, and his face, all around his mouth.  Her passion was at a
fever pitch.

    -�Dale, my God, you -(TM)re acting like you -(TM)re in heat, -� said
Nate.   -�What has gotten into you? -�

   Suddenly Nate felt Dale attacking his fly.

    -�Wait, wait, wait, -� said Nate, trying to sit up.   -�We decided that
the first time had to be special.  I -(TM)m pretty sure that the front seat
of a car on the shoulder of an off ramp does not qualify. -�

    -�That -(TM)s not what I -(TM)m doing, but I do have my sights set on
your stiffy!  And inside of a minute, I -(TM)ll have my lips on it.  So
please, don -(TM)t even try and stop me.  Don -(TM)t turn down this blow
job.  Rejection can be traumatic.  Been there, done that, -� said Dale
looking into his eyes pleadingly.   -�And besides, it -(TM)s hardly fair
that only one of us has experienced oral sex.  Your first blow job can be
spontaneous, fun and naughty --in the front seat of a car, can -(TM)t it?
Not everything has to be all romantic and special. -�

   She looked at Nate and saw in his eyes that he had given in.  Since he
had relaxed, she slowed down a little, pulling his pants and underwear way
down to his ankles.  She shifted, kneeling next to Nate, on the floorboards
of the passenger side of the car, her upper body angling down toward his
legs.  She spent a moment trying to find a comfortable position.  Nate
reached over, fondling Dale -(TM)s butt cheeks affectionately.  Turning his
head, he kissed her hip as Dale continued trying to find a workable angle
of attack.

    -�It will be special, wherever it happens, -� said Nate.   -�Especially
considering that my first blow job looks like it is destined to be from the
hot cheerleader that I grew up admiring --the girl from the house next
door.

    -�And respecting, right? -� asked Dale.   -�You -(TM)re not going to
respect me less because I -(TM)m about to put a boy -(TM)s penis in my
mouth, are you?  Girls think about that, you know. -�

   Nate watched as she held his boner in both hands.  He wasn -(TM)t
especially large, but in her small hands his dick did look pretty big,
larger by far than it did in his own hand.  He saw her eyeing it carefully.
She was so close that he could feel her breath as she contemplated her next
move.

    -�In the first place, Dale, you know that I have always had an
unlimited amount of respect for you.  That won -(TM)t change.  My respect
for you only seems to grow, -� said Nate.   -�And in the second place, one
thing that girls must know is that a guy will say almost anything at this
point.  If a blow job is on the line, a guy will say whatever he thinks the
girl wants to hear.  So, yes, I will absolutely respect you in the morning!
-�

   Dale laughed at his little joke, but then that laugh transitioned to a
cute little girl evil laugh, as she stuck out her tongue and gave him a
first lick.

   Nate had wondered if the first contact of her mouth with his dick would
somehow involve sparks or lightning bolts.  He -(TM)d heard it described
that way by someone.  It was indeed a pleasurable feeling, but he didn
-(TM)t feel sparks.  Maybe he was trying too hard.  But it did feel great.
He -(TM)d been a bit apprehensive about this step, but he had grown to feel
very comfortable around Dale.

   After a second, less tentative lick, once all the way around the head of
his dick, she said,  -�You know me.  I -(TM)m trying to figure out how to
be good at this.  I actually want to be very good at this! -� she said.

   Her often unruly hair had fallen around her face, so Nate reached down
and attempted to shift it out of his line of sight.

    -�Why am I not surprised?  And you know --that is something that I love
about you, especially in this particular regard, -� said Nate.

    -�Another thing I -(TM)m thinking about, -� said Dale, now conscious of
Nate -(TM)s desire to watch.  She paused what she was saying, taking a
moment to gather up her hair and shift it all to the far side of her head.
-�Some girls love giving blow jobs, but I know other girls absolutely hate
giving them.  I want to be one of the girls who loves giving them. -�

    -�I love your attitude, -� said Nate.   -�Except for one thing.  It
sounds like you might be putting too much pressure on yourself.  It doesn
-(TM)t have to be great, and you can -(TM)t force yourself to enjoy it. 
Stop thinking so hard and relax a little.  I think I -(TM)ll just try and
relax myself.  Simply being ourselves and having fun together would be an
appropriate goal. -�

   Dale looked up at Nate and saw him close his eyes, trying to relax.  He
continued to caress her tush as she returned her attention to the dick in
her hands.  It looked pretty big up close.  She didn -(TM)t think she could
get much more than the head inside her mouth, but she knew she -(TM)d try.

    -�Nate, -� said Dale.   -�No thrusting please, at least not until I
know what I -(TM)m doing, okay? -�

   Nate mumbled his agreement.

   Nate felt her place her warm, wet mouth on his dick and seal her lips
around it just below the rim of the head.  He opened his eyes and looked at
her.  She moved very little, but he could feel her tongue massaging him,
exploring his shape inside of her mouth.

   Looking at her, he was struck by the contrasts.  He did respect her
tremendously, but it seemed oddly strange, vulgar even to see his dick part
way in her mouth.  She had such an angelic face.  She looked so young, so
very cute.  Her pretty innocent looking face looked quite out of place
where it was just above his crotch.

   He saw her cheek go hollow, and he felt her tongue seal against his
dick, squeezing it firmly against the roof of her mouth as she sucked
forcefully and repeatedly, each time releasing the pressure.  He also felt
her warm breath around his balls when she exhaled.  He again closed his
eyes to focus on the exhilarating sensations.

   Next he felt Dale attempt to take more of him into her mouth.  As she
again sucked, drawing him in, her lips slid slowly down his shaft until he
came into contact with the back of her throat or the roof of her mouth.

   Keeping his eyes closed, he allowed his thoughts to wander to the pretty
girl who had always lived next door.  She had been so far out of his league
that he had hardly ever pictured himself even talking with her.  And here 
-" suddenly  -" they were both experiencing their first blow job
--together. He couldn -(TM)t believe that his dick was in Dale Jordan
-(TM)s mouth!!!

   She didn -(TM)t end up giving a particularly active blowjob, but he didn
-(TM)t mind.  He knew she -(TM)d learn.  Just the warmth and wetness of her
mouth would have been enough when it was combined with his thoughts of
whose mouth it actually was.

   He allowed his hand on her butt to slide down, making its way between
her legs.  Initially he massaged her inner thigh, but then, as if it had a
mind of its own, his thumb found its way up into her slippery slit. 
Gently, he began rubbing, returning the favor, tenderly probing the
Promised Land --his thumb pinching from the inside against his index finger
on the outside.  In that position he tickled her inside and out for a
minute or so, but then he felt the pressure rising in his shaft.

   He opened his eyes just in time to catch the look of surprise on Dale
-(TM)s face as the first spurts hit the back of her throat.  Gasping, she
removed her mouth, taking the rest of his cum into a hand clasped over the
top of his dickhead, just as Ika had done.

   With his right hand still gripping her pussy, he reached across with his
left hand and using both hands, he pulled her body towards him, planting
another kiss on her hip.  He hugged her like that, his face firmly against
her butt cheek.  He again closed his eyes as he felt the pleasurable
pulsing sensations subside.

   Eventually Dale broke the silence, saying,  -�Your jacket -(TM)s
washable, you said. -�

   He looked up and saw that she seemed to be engaged in a little bit of
damage control.

    -�I love you Dale, -� said Nate.   -�How about a hug? -�

   Dale climbed on top of him, snuggling her head against his chest up
under his chin.

    -�Did you survive? -� she asked.

    -�And how! -� he said.   -�You -(TM)re a sweetie. -�

    -�But did I do okay? -� she asked.

    -�I -(TM)m happy, very happy, -� said Nate.   -�And very much in love.
-�

    -�Happy?  In love?  That -(TM)s it? -� said Dale.

    -�Yep, that -(TM)s it!  What could be better than being in love?  In my
book, that would have to be the ideal outcome, -� said Nate.  He noted a
subtle look of consternation on Dale -(TM)s face, and continued,  -�Okay,
best blow job ever.  Not that I -(TM)m an expert.  Like that answer better?
-�

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, -� said Dale, changing her tune.   -�You -(TM)re
right.  Happy and in love IS perfect. -�



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 216: Dressing Dale

   They held each other, reclining there until the front seat of the car
started to feel uncomfortable.  Eventually they sat up, and Nate got his
underwear and pants pulled back up.

   Once he was dressed, Nate retrieved Dale -(TM)s clothes from the trunk,
saying,  -�Here, Love.  Time to get dressed. -�

    -�But we -(TM)re still a long way from Prospect, -� said Dale
protesting.   -�I don -(TM)t have to be dressed yet. -�

    -�Dale, dressing and undressing is not something you have a choice
about, -� said Nate.   -�Your last time has come and gone. -�

    -�But I haven -(TM)t agreed to your terms, -� said Dale.

    -�But you will, so put your clothes on.   -�You -(TM)re done with
deciding your state of dress.  I know you haven -(TM)t yet agreed, but that
is just a matter of time.  You might as well start facing your new reality,
-� said Nate.

    -�But bottomless would be fine for now, -� said Dale.   -�I know you
like glancing over at the pussy.  I -(TM)ve watched you. -�

    -�Dale, I -(TM)m not going to even say please, -� said Nate.   -�Time
to dress!  Now get with it!  Once you are dressed, we need to talk some
more. -�

   Reluctantly, Dale took her clothes and put them on.  She made a point of
sticking out her lower lip and acting sad to show her displeasure.  Nate
recognized the expression.  It was one of her little girl faces; cute and
very immature, but intentionally so.

    -�Okay, Lover, I -(TM)m dressed, -� she said, smiling, as if she had
decided to take being forced to dress in stride.  She kissed him and
buckled her seatbelt, saying,  -�Should we be going now? -�

    -�Actually, Dale, -� said Nate.   -�I originally stopped here to talk.
Don -(TM)t get me wrong.  I -(TM)m certainly not complaining; however, the
blow job was an unanticipated interruption of an important discussion. 
Frankly, I think we still need to talk.  This matter is just too important,
and all three of us need to agree. -�

    -�All three of us? -� asked Dale.

    -�Yes.  I can tell that I have Bad Dale -(TM)s buy in.  She was
obviously quite excited by my proposal.  But now her more rational twin
needs to carefully weigh the decision.  She -(TM)s the one that calls the
shots, as I recall.  It -(TM)s an important decision, and I -(TM)m sure she
needs more information before she is ready to agree to my terms, -� said
Nate.   -�And she needs to be sure because this is not a decision that we
will revisit. -�

    -�Are you really serious about this, Nate? -� said Dale, thoughtfully.
-�Do you really want absolute control? -�

    -�Dale, it -(TM)s not a matter of what I want, -� said Nate.   -�It
-(TM)s a matter of what I think will work.  I -(TM)ve spent quite a bit of
time considering this, and our talk this morning convinced me that this is
the solution for us.  What I have decided is that we will be best served by
adopting what could be called a Loving, Consensual Master-Slave
relationship --and it will be 24/7.  I -(TM)ve tried to do my research, but
this is a confusing area for me, so you -(TM)ll have to forgive me if I don
-(TM)t have the terms quite correct.  I think I do. -�

    -�Are you saying that I am going to be your  -~Slave -(TM)? -� said
Dale.   -�That -(TM)s a bit much, don -(TM)t you think?  Slave doesn -(TM)t
sound like,  -~Lover -(TM).  I think I -(TM)d rather be your lover. -�

    -�Initially, the slave thing will be limited entirely to just one
aspect of our existence, your nudity, -� said Nate.

    -�What do you mean by,  -~initially -(TM), Nate? -� asked Dale,
suspiciously.

    -�I think we both know that it could grow, -� said Nate teasingly.  
-�We just need to start somewhere, so we start with nudity.  That is what
we need to get a handle on right away. -�

    -�If you talk me into this, are you going to try and make me call you 
-~Master -(TM)? -� she asked.

    -�Certainly not.  I like being called Nate, or Buster, or Lover, -�
said Nate.   -�I want a wonderful relationship with a marvelous lady.  That
-(TM)s all I -(TM)m really looking for.  However, I happen to know that
there will be significant benefits if the lady in question is dealt with on
a very strict basis.  As you know, I -(TM)m a bad actor.  Fortunately, I
-(TM)ve come to realize that I do, in fact, have a strict domineering side
to my personality, a side that I have tried to keep under wraps.  I guess
what I -(TM)m saying, is that I will be able to be your strict Master, and
it won -(TM)t really require any acting.  You -(TM)ll do as I say, and you
-(TM)ll do it because you love me and will want to please me. -�

    -�So, Mr.  Master, what happens when I disobey? -� asked Dale, in a
jovial tone of voice.   -�Are you going to spank me? -�

    -�In the first place, when it comes to your level of dress, there will
not be the need.  You will follow my instructions to the letter. 
Punishments won -(TM)t be necessary.  You will agree, heart and soul, and
there will not be any rule violations, -� said Nate.

    -�What makes you so sure? -� asked Dale.

    -�I know you.  You will obey me without fail.  You will simply agree to
obey --period.  There are not going to be any infractions.  Your
commitment, and mine, will be complete, -� said Nate.

    -�But I broke my promise on the Wheel, -� said Dale.   -�Why do you
think I won -(TM)t similarly break promises in the future? -�

    -�That was a promise made to a neighbor when our relationship was in
turmoil.  Now our relationship is rock solid.  And this won -(TM)t be a
stray promise relating to one event.  This will be a lifestyle commitment.
I -(TM)m not sure if I can explain it, but I know that it is entirely
different, -� said Nate.   -�And part of what will keep you from departing
from the straight and narrow, is that there will be so much in this for
you. You -(TM)re going to love what I have planned for you.  You will have
no wiggle room, and you -(TM)re going to love it! -�

    -�That sounds unlikely, -� said Dale.   -�I think you need to explain?
-�

   Okay, -� said Nate.   -�Let me back up for a minute.  If you don -(TM)t
mind, I -(TM)d like to tell you a little about where I -(TM)m coming from.
I feel like being an open book.  I have decided that being completely open
and honest is the best recipe for you and me --for us.  That is why I told
you of my contact with Kelly and all that I learned from her about her now
fully derailed plans.  Rather than undermine our Master-Slave relationship,
I think complete honesty will allow us to trust one another.  That in turn
will solidify our bond, which will allow you to be comfortable in obeying
me without giving the act of obeying any real thought.  You will simply
obey. -�

    -�I -(TM)m trying to be open minded about this proposal of yours, Nate,
but it -(TM)s not easy, -� said Dale.   -�Go on --this helps. -�

    -�Okay, going back to summer, -� said Nate.   -�I had a great weekend
with naked you on the mountain, and I was seriously interested in getting
to know you better.  Nudity seemed to be my one  -~in -(TM) --my  -~ace
-(TM) so to speak.  I decided to gamble, to play my one card.  I was the
only one who knew your secret, so I chose to exploit that to get to know
you better.  In other words, I decided to feed your addiction for my own
selfish reasons --but why not?  I knew you -(TM)d have fun.  I saw no
downside.  Provided of course that you didn -(TM)t end up behind bars.  I
didn -(TM)t really foresee your addiction growing.  In short, I decided to
try and use your interest in being nude to make you mine.  Blunt, but true.
I wanted you.  You were out of my league, but I decided to shoot for the
moon.

    -�So now fast forward twelve weeks.  Miraculously, you are mine.  Mine
forever.  And now I have the opposite problem.  I don -(TM)t want to lose
you!  I -(TM)m not going to take any chances with what I -(TM)ve got --no
more gambling.  Amazingly, I somehow got the girl.  I still can -(TM)t
believe it -(TM)s true, but when I pinch myself, I don -(TM)t wake up.  But
now things have changed.  Nudity seems to have become the problem.  It has
gone from being my potential upside to being my potential downside.  Again,
I have to use it, but now in the opposite way.  I have to use it to keep
the girl.

    -�So now I have to keep you out of trouble.  But this is where the big
contradiction comes in.  How do I use nudity to keep you fully clothed and
safe.  Sounds contradictory, right? -� asked Nate.

    -�I -(TM)ll grant you that.  And it doesn -(TM)t sound very fun, -�
said Dale frowing.

    -�Bingo!  We agree! -� said Nate.   -�And you attempted a resolution to
keep your clothes on, and we both know how well that worked.  So I have
concluded that it would be stupid for me to try and do the same.  I -(TM)m
not going to be trying to pick up where you left off and keep you fully
dressed, -� said Nate.   -�I -(TM)ve got other plans. -�

    -�Keep going, -� said Dale, the tone of her voice betraying a keen
interest.   -�I -(TM)m listening. -�

    -�Well, I know something about you, -� said Nate.   -�It -(TM)s hardly
a secret, but it is important, I think.  You like being naked and you like
being seen, but there is another factor that really enhances the experience
for you.  And I -(TM)m going to exploit that to keep you obedient and safe.
In short, you like to worry.  Well, you better start worrying, Lover!

    -�Since you fired me three weeks ago, you -(TM)ve been in charge of
your own nudity.  You haven -(TM)t had the Nate-factor to worry about.  My
hypothesis is that you went crazy showing off your naked body in Eatonville
and all around Prospect on Halloween because you were trying to get the
full rush from the nudity drug alone.  It is my belief that we won -(TM)t
have to rely quite as heavily on nudity to keep you in the pink, if you
-(TM)ve got the Nate-factor to worry about.  If you surrender fully to the
idea that you are my Nudity Slave, then you -(TM)ll have to be worrying all
the time.  Without me in change, you know that you have little to worry
about.  With me in charge, you -(TM)ll never be able to stop worrying. 
Your next naked experience could always be less than a minute away.  That
feeling will be especially acute if your surrender is full and complete.

    -�Now I won -(TM)t have you streak a pep rally, at least not
identifiable as Dale Jordan, because keeping you safe is my top priority.
But you -(TM)ll always need to be worrying.  I -(TM)m pretty resourceful,
you should know that by now, so there will be surprises.  It -(TM)s
essentially winter, so the opportunities for nudity are a little limited,
but to cut to the chase, we are going to have fun AND I -(TM)ll keep you
safe.  But don -(TM)t think for a moment that I -(TM)m planning to keep you
safe by keeping you dressed --hardly.  And come summer, you might just
start to forget what it even feels like to wear clothes.

    -�In short, I utilized nudity to get you, and now I -(TM)m going to use
it to keep you.  Your strategy to stay safe was to give up nudity.  My
strategy to keep you safe is to utilize nudity.  Instances of actual public
nudity may be few and far between, but by agreeing to this Master-Slave
relationship, you -(TM)ll be kept on your toes.

    -�You -(TM)ll be mine to strip whenever, wherever, and in front of
whomever I choose.  Without a moment -(TM)s notice, I can show the nifty
nipples and the pretty pussy to anyone.  Your obedience will be complete.
Knowing that will make this exciting for you even when no nudity actually
results, -� said Nate.

   Nate looked over and noticed Dale squirming in her seat.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 217: A New Style

    -�You want this, don -(TM)t you? -� asked Nate.   -�Tell the truth. -�

   Taking his right hand, she said,  -�You should just check for yourself.
-� She pressed his hand into her jeans covered crotch.   -�And that -(TM)s
through two layers, -� she said.

   Nate felt that the denim at her crotch was indeed damp.

   She forced his fingers even more firmly into her denim covered pussy,
wiggling her pelvis a little to enhance the contact.

   Pulling his hand away, Nate said,  -�Dale, work with me!  Work with me!
How am I supposed to make an agreement with  -~Good Dale -(TM) if you do
that?  How am I supposed to find out what your rational side thinks? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t know, -� she said, shrugging her shoulders sheepishly.

    -�Okay, let -(TM)s try driving, -� said Nate, starting the motor and
putting the car in gear.  He continued,  -�Now give this some thought.  Ask
me anything. -�

   As they merged back onto the Freeway, Nate looked over.  Dale had her
arms crossed over her chest, a hand on top of each shoulder.  Her head was
leaned over such that an ear was against one of her hands.  He couldn
-(TM)t see her face, as she was staring out the passenger window.  Nate
imagined that she was deep in thought.  He decided to just let her think.

   After nearly ten minutes of silence, she turned to him and said, 
-�Nate, I wasn -(TM)t going to let you again be in charge of my nudity --at
least not for a very long time.  And here I am, suddenly considering doing
something even more extreme. -�

    -�This is indeed more extreme, -� said Nate.   -�Before you had the
ability to dress and undress.  Going forward you will have been stripped of
all authority.  I will have all the authority.  You will feel very owned,
because you will be very owned.  Make no doubt about it; that is one
hundred percent intentional.  I did give some thought to signing over
ownership of your nipples to you.  I won -(TM)t be doing that.  I -(TM)m
retaining nipple ownership. -�

   Dale was experiencing very mixed emotions as regarding being such an
open book.  Part of her loved that her body had betrayed her, making it so
easy for Nate to read her  -~body language -(TM).  Even through her
clothing she felt that her feminine aroma had to be evident to Nate right
then.

   However, there was another side.  A side that felt that her thoughts
should be private, and that she should be embarrassed that they weren
-(TM)t.  Shouldn -(TM)t she be making more effort to keep her true thoughts
and emotions to herself, she wondered.

   The truth of the matter was that what Nate was saying, and the way that
he was saying it, seemed to have a direct line to her emotional core.  She
had been trying to think about it rationally, but the truth was that she
really couldn -(TM)t.  It was almost as if what he was saying was
triggering her  -~fight or flight -(TM) response.  She felt like running
toward this, and no amount of rational effort might be able to intercede.
She tried to focus her thoughts on the idea of him having title to her
nipples.  Indeed, he had a signed document that said that they belonged to
him

   Nate looked over and saw that Dale still had her arms crossed, but she
had shifted her hands down onto her boobs.  She was gently feeling her
nipples through her shirt, lightly with just her fingertips.

   Continuing, he asked,  -�What do you think about me owning your nipples,
Dale? -�

   After a considerable pause, she replied quietly,  -�I guess I want you
to own my nipples.  But you -(TM)ve gotten pretty good at reading me, so I
guess you know that already.  I must be an open book. -�

    -�I wanted to hear you admit it out loud, -� said Nate.   -�I think
that it will be easier for you to avoid rule violations if you don -(TM)t
own the nipples.  As a matter of fact, I will be extending my ownership
well beyond the nipples.  Are you in agreement that I now own your tits in
their entirety? -�

   He again glanced over and saw that Dale had a tit in each hand.  She was
gently holding them, gently squeezing them.  She didn -(TM)t respond
verbally to his question.

   After giving her a moment, he asked,  -�Dale, who owns your titties? -�

   She mumbled something which he didn -(TM)t understand.

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, I couldn -(TM)t hear you, -� he said.

   Turning toward him and looking into his eyes, she said audibly,  -�You
do. -�

    -�Good, -� said Nate, nodding to indicate that he was pleased.

   He reached over, again placing his fingers firmly against her denim
covered pussy.

    -�Now we need to talk about the pussy, Dale, -� said Nate.   -�Are you
ready to talk about the pussy? -�

    -�Yes, -� said Dale, softly yet audibly.

    -�Good, -� said Nate.   -�Who owns the pussy? -�

    -�You do? -� she said questioningly.

    -�That -(TM)s right, -� said Nate, again nodding to indicate that he
was pleased.   -�I own the pussy. -�

   As he announced that, he continued to rub it lovingly through her jeans.
Dale seemed relaxed and contented.

    -�Will you be shaving the pussy? -� he asked.

    -�Probably, but I guess I don -(TM)t know.  Will I? -� she asked.

    -�Thank you for asking, -� said Nate.   -�That pleases me.  Yes, you
will be shaving the pussy.  And each time you shave it in the future, you
need to think about how you are doing it because you are following my
instructions, and that you are shaving it to please me. -� He paused,
allowing her time to absorb that.  Continuing he said,  -�However, it
-(TM)s time for a new style. -�

    -�A new style? -� she asked.

    -�Yes, the eternally bare floor has never allowed me to find out if the
carpet matches the drapes, -� said Nate.

    -�Bare floor? -� asked Dale, sounding puzzled.

    -�Yep --it -(TM)s time for a little carpet, -� said Nate.   -�Just a
small area rug really. -�

    -�How big? -� asked Dale.

    -�Small, -� said Nate.   -�Make it the width and length of your little
pinky finger, and start it just above where the slit starts.  Leave a small
gap. -�

    -�So, a little landing strip? -� asked Dale, acting more agreeable than
he had thought she might.

    -�Well, yes, -� said Nate.   -�But we -(TM)re going to call it a racing
stripe.  And each morning after you -(TM)ve shaved everything but the
racing stripe, I want you to stand in front of the bathroom mirror and
imagine that that racing stripe is your college track uniform.  That -(TM)s
why we -(TM)re calling it a racing stripe --to help you run fast. -�

    -�My track uniform? -� said Dale, her eyes wide.

   Nate was very pleased to see her wide eyed expression.  It wasn -(TM)t
an expression that he had seen for a long time, and it made him happy.  She
was worrying, and he knew that deep down she was enjoying it.  Here she
was, fully clothed, and yet she was enjoying her hobby.

    -�I -(TM)ll pick your actual track uniform at a later date, -� said
Nate.   -�Bare floor will certainly be in the running. -�

   Nate could tell that he had her eating out of his hand.  He continued, 
-�And each morning after you -(TM)ve spiffed up your track uniform, I want
you to snap a photo of it --a pussy close up.  You -(TM)ll text that photo
to me each morning. -�

    -�You want me to send you a pussy selfie every day? -� asked Dale.

    -�Am I sensing a hint of defiance in the tone of your voice, Dale? -�
asked Nate.

    -�No, -� said Dale capitulating.   -�Just surprise. -� After a pause
she continued,  -�You -(TM)ll have the photos. -�

    -�That -(TM)s more like it, -� said Nate.   -�And try to make them all
about the same.  One day I -(TM)d like to frame up a series of these photos
showing a progression.  I -(TM)d like to enter it in an art contest in the
near future. -�

    -�An art contest? -� asked Dale, her eyes again very wide.

    -�Yes, an art contest, -� said Nate, confidently.   -�Nudes are
standard fare in photography contests. -�

   He continued,  -�As a matter of fact, you -(TM)ll take a test selfie
tonight, with my help.  It will be the photo you -(TM)ll try to match each
morning.  I -(TM)d like the pretty little petals to show in all the photos.
I -(TM)m thinking that you -(TM)ll need to diddle a little to get them to
bloom for these photos.  And come to think of it, a hint of nectar should
be evident in the photos as well.  In addition to the photography contest
entry, these photos will help me imagine how the pussy will look that day,
should I decide to show if off. -�

    -�Diddle? -� she asked.

    -�Yes, diddle, -� he said with a wink.

   Nate tried to get a read on Dale -(TM)s expression.  It was difficult,
but he saw both surprise as well as acceptance written on her face.

    -�I -(TM)m so pleased that you have chosen obedience over defiance,
Lover, -� said Nate.

   Dale just smiled at him.  He thought it looked like a contented smile.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 218: Clarifications

   After another short period of silence, Nate said,  -�Dale, my mom wanted
me to invite you over for dinner. -�

    -�That would be fine, -� said Dale.

    -�I was glad she suggested it, -� said Nate.   -�So here is what we are
going to do.  I -(TM)ll park in front of the house, and we -(TM)ll complete
this discussion before we head in.  You will agree to be stripped
completely of all authority to determine your level of dress.  Going
forward, I alone will make all such determinations.  We will shake on that,
sealing the deal.  We will then have dinner with my parents, and afterwards
we will unfortunately need to study.  Of course, I -(TM)d rather celebrate,
have you over for a sleepover, but it -(TM)s a school night.  I know I
-(TM)ve hit you pretty hard with this.  It is, after all, a milestone that
we can cross just this once. -�

    -�I wish it wasn -(TM)t a school night, -� said Dale.

    -�I -(TM)d like to make an exception, -� said Nate.   -�We -(TM)ve had
quite a day, and these discussions have been very emotional and somewhat
stressful.  Even though we have to sleep in our own beds, I -(TM)m sure
there will be a little time for snuggling.  That would do us both a lot of
good, and I -(TM)m sure that you will need some time to contemplate your
new reality. -�

    -�I won -(TM)t want to sleep alone tonight, -� said Dale.

    -�I know, -� said Nate.   -�I won -(TM)t either. -�

   Nate had expected that she might ask questions or at least talk more
about his proposal.  It seemed as if she was coming around to believing
that it was the only viable option, given her need for safety and her very
suspect ability to achieve that without him playing a significant role. 
Finally he decided that he needed her to share her thoughts.

    -�Dale, I trust that you fully understand that I am proposing this
arrangement so that we can live happily ever after.  I love you and this is
how I think that I can keep you safe.  As a couple, we can be a major
success.  The most solid and happy couple the world has ever known, -� said
Nate.   -�Please share your thoughts with me. -�

   He heard Dale take in and let out a deep breath.  She turned toward him,
again bringing her knee up onto the seat between them.

    -�Okay, Nate, -� she said.   -�I AM struggling with the idea of again
letting you have broad authority -- -�

   Nate interrupted,  -�Not broad authority.  Narrow authority, but
absolute. -�

    -�Okay, -� said Dale.   -�I stand corrected.  Absolute authority over
my nudity. -�

   Again Nate interrupted,  -�Not just nudity --everything about your state
of dress.  If I say,  -~skirt -(TM), you wear a skirt.  If I say you
-(TM)re going to school in yoga pants and your blue bikini top, then that
-(TM)s what you are wearing to school. -�

    -�You -(TM)d make me go to school in just a bikini top? -� said Dale,
clearly surprised.

    -�Well, I did say  -~yoga pants -(TM), but sure, why not?  Bottomless
with the bikini top.  Just remember, it was your idea, -� said Nate.

    -�Just the bikini top? -� asked Dale, obviously trying to picture being
at school dressed in that manner.

    -�I just want to be clear about what  -~absolute authority over your
state of dress -(TM) means.  It's important to me to have clear and
complete communication.  Even though we will enter into a Master-Slave
relationship, I respect you completely.  You are a smart lady and I -(TM)m
not talking down to you at all.  I -(TM)m just trying to be very clear.  On
our hike to Windy Ridge, you could not dress because your clothes were
miles away.  Going forward, you will be able to neither dress nor undress
because you will have been stripped completely of all authority in that
regard.

    -�If you are nude, it will be as if your clothes are a million miles
away.  If you are dressed, then it will be just as if your clothes are
locked on you.  As if you are locked in a pair of the Anti-Rape-Shorts I
told you about when we were in Eatonville.

    -�Okay, Nate, I understand.  I -(TM)ll be your Nudity Slave, defined
just as you have defined it --if I decide to agree, -� said Dale.   -�Like
I started to say, I -(TM)m struggling with the idea of again letting you
have such authority --becoming your Nudity Slave.  Can I call it that?  I
like the ring of that. -�

    -�I -(TM)m okay with the term,  -~Nudity Slave -(TM), -� said Nate.  
-�Go on. -�

    -�Thank you, -� said Dale.   -�I -(TM)m considering this.  Why not? 
Frankly, I -(TM)d rather be your  -~full-time naked everything -(TM).  I
-(TM)d love to say goodbye to clothes, but we both know I can -(TM)t. 
Maybe if we lived on an island, or if I never left the house.  But that
would be no fun.  I -(TM)d feel like a prisoner.   -~Prisoner -(TM) doesn
-(TM)t sound fun at all.  That sounds too much like what Kelly must have
had planned for me. -� After a significant pause, she continued,  -�Nate, I
-(TM)m sure you remember,  -~Fight Song -(TM).

    -�I -(TM)ll never forget,  -~Fight Song -(TM), -� said Nate.

    -�That was me announcing that I was  -~taking back my life -(TM). 
Things got out of control, and I needed to again feel like I was in
control. Well, this is probably going to sound mixed up and completely
backwards, but I -(TM)m finding myself thinking that the way I take back my
life is by agreeing to your terms.  I mean, I need to be mature and admit
to you and to myself that I was not very successful at taking back my life.
Trying to do it my way all by myself didn -(TM)t end up giving me the
feeling of actually being in control.  I guess that was because I wasn
-(TM)t actually in control.  I was sort of out of control.  So now I -(TM)m
wondering if the way that I succeed at taking back my life is by doing it
your way with your help.  It will be me taking back my life by entrusting
you with this important aspect that you, admittedly, can probably manage
much better than I.  Does that sound crazy? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t think it sounds crazy, -� said Nate.   -�I -(TM)d agree
that it does sort of sound backwards.  But what could be wrong with being
mature enough to understand one -(TM)s own strengths and weaknesses?  I
mean, arguably nudity is your Achilles heel. -�

    -�During my life, I -(TM)ve dealt with difficulties that have always
seemed rather unique, -� said Dale.   -�So, to me, it makes sense to deal
with them intelligently and creatively. -�

    -�Exactly, -� said Nate.   -�And as a couple, we face unique
challenges. But I -(TM)m not about to let them defeat us.  Combining our
talents, we can accomplish anything.  I say we turn weaknesses into
strengths and make a beautiful life together. -�

    -�Okay then, -� said Dale.   -�I think I might be ready to do this! 
And if the train again goes off the tracks, I reassert control, just like I
had to do before. -�

    -�What? -� said Nate, quite surprised.   -�Now that does sound crazy!
Dale, we aren -(TM)t talking about a trial period.  You need to get that
idea out of your head.  We committed to spending our lives together
--forever.  Not just until the train goes off the tracks.  Managing your
nudity is just as important to our success as our  -~no breakup -(TM)
commitment, so appropriately the term is also forever.

    -�Maybe you need to give this some more thought.  Remember infinity
--the simple concept.  This can work if we both have  -~infinity -(TM)
commitment, but if you are only ninety-nine percent committed then --we
have a problem.  Ninety-nine percent and one percent are not all that
different because neither represents total surrender.  If your surrender is
not full and complete, then danger persists.

    -�We are going to eliminate the risk through your complete and utter
surrender which will in turn guarantee that there will be no infractions. I
-(TM)m not going to have to think up punishments for you because you  -"
say  -" went streaking without permission.  Streaking is okay.  Streaking
without permission  -" it can -(TM)t happen, -� said Nate.

    -�But what if Alexa and her gang strip me again, and I have to run? -�
asked Dale.

    -�In the first place, if that is about to happen, you need to run away
before she strips you.  I know she can -(TM)t catch you, -� said Nate.

    -�But Michelle probably could, -� said Dale.

    -�Okay, -� said Nate.   -�If you get stripped, you need to do one of
two things.  First, you need to pretend that you are an ordinary girl.  You
didn -(TM)t do that in front to Cody and Tyler that night in the upstairs
bathroom, but I know that you know how.  You need to cover up, act
embarrassed, and somehow you need to find a towel, a coat --something --or
you need to hide somewhere --in the bushes, in a bathroom.  I know that you
know what other girls would do.  You need to do that.

    -�And second, you need to contact me or get to me.  Wherever you are,
try and find me.  I -(TM)ll fix things, so get to me --if at all possible.
I can and will be your knight again.  So that -(TM)s the plan --if there is
another Alexa attack.  We -(TM)ve got people watching, so hopefully it won
-(TM)t happen.  But if it does, you need to stay the victim.  None of this,
 -~I -(TM)m a victim, so I -(TM)m going to have some fun and go for ice
cream at DQ -(TM) crap, got that? -�

    -�I got it, -� said Dale.   -�Pretend I -(TM)m normal.  Find you,
right? -�

    -�Right! -� said Nate.   -�But back to infinity versus ninety-nine
percent.  Think about that.  I know I -(TM)m hitting you hard.  So do this!
Take back your life by agreeing.  Become my Nudity Slave.  Together we
-(TM)ll have fun.  It might be less wild, but I -(TM)ll keep you safe, and
that is the important thing.  It -(TM)s not fun if things come crashing
down, right?  So think about this, and find it within yourself to agree to
a promising future.  Take back your life! -�

    -�I -(TM)m getting there, I -(TM)m getting there, -� said Dale.   -�But
do I really have to stop shaving my pussy? -�

    -�Dale, you -(TM)re killing me.  Who said anything about stopping
shaving? -� said Nate.   -�Okay  -" again  -" whose pussy is it? -�

    -�Yours, -� said Dale, her head tilted down in resignation.

    -�Right! -� said Nate.   -�And how often are you going to shave? -�

    -�Every morning, -� said Dale.

    -�Right!  So it -(TM)s still shaved.  Just a style change, -� said
Nate.  -�Now we -(TM)re getting somewhere.  And how often are you going to
send me a picture of your track uniform  -" so I can chart its progress? -�

    -�Every day, -� said Dale, capitulating.

    -�Right!  I knew you were listening, -� said Nate.

   After an extended pause, Dale said,  -�Nate, I recently spent a little
time researching exhibitionism  -" again  -" specifically female
exhibitionism. -�

    -�You did? -� asked Nate.

    -�Yep, I did, -� said Dale.   -�I didn -(TM)t much like what I read. -�



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 219: Nudity Slave

    -�Why not? -� asked Nate.

    -�I read that exhibitionism is considered one of a group of sexual
problems termed paraphilias, -� said Dale.   -�And I also read about 
-~Apodysophia -(TM).  I don -(TM)t know how to pronounce it, but I know how
to spell it.  It is supposedly the feverish desire to rip one -(TM)s own
clothes off. -�

    -�I have to admit that my own research also brought up those same
terms, -� said Nate.

    -�I -(TM)ll tell you why I didn -(TM)t like what I read.  I guess I
-(TM)m not ready to admit that I have a sexual problem, but I also read
that that sort of denial is typical.  So I guess the diagnosis must fit. 
But even so, I see it differently.  I just happen to like what I like.  I
don -(TM)t want to seek treatment.  I much prefer your idea, -� said Dale.
-�Having fun and staying safe sounds way better than seeking professional
help. -�

   I think we agree, Dale, -� said Nate.

    -�Maybe I should check myself into a mental hospital, but I much prefer
the idea of simply living with my condition.  I know I -(TM)m a bit of an
addict.  I -(TM)d really be a mental case if I couldn -(TM)t see that.  But
maybe with your help, I can be a social drinker rather than becoming an
alcoholic who allows her addiction to ruin her life. -�

    -�I -(TM)ll stand by you, Dale.  We -(TM)ll find heaven together.  I
know that.  I -(TM)m convinced that your condition is manageable, and I
-(TM)m sure I -(TM)ve made it worse.  I know I -(TM)ve contributed to your
addiction, probably a lot.  It is my turn to be mature and admit that, to
you and to myself.  And I -(TM)m sure I -(TM)ll be continuing to contribute
to your addiction, -� said Nate.   -�But I like your  -~social drinker
-(TM) characterization.  The trick will be to channel all the energy into
harmless, victimless fun.  I think it can be done.  In my mind, we don
-(TM)t need to launch ourselves into a futile effort to beat this.  We
simply manage it.  More specifically, I manage it. -�

    -�You certainly are kind to me, -� said Dale, looking deeply into his
eyes.  Sometimes she felt as if she were seeing his soul in his eyes.  And
what she saw was a person that really and truly loved her and had her best
interests at heart.  At times he made her feel so good about herself, and
so wonderfully optimistic about the future, about their future.

    -�I love you and we have fun together.  Just obey me as we -(TM)ve been
discussing, and the world is our oyster, -� said Nate.

   As Dale contemplated what had been said, Nate thought of something he
had forgotten to mention.

    -�Dale, Lover, there is one more aspect of this Master-Slave
relationship that I was meaning to bring up, -� said Nate.

    -�Sexual favors, right? -� said Dale, half joking.

    -�No, silly, -� said Nate.   -�This is about nudity, and nudity alone.
The other aspects of our relationship, sex included, lie outside of the
terms of this most solemn pact. -�

    -�I was just joking, -� said Dale.   -�What is the other aspect that
you are talking about? -�

    -�Allowing you the option to back out, -� said Nate.   -�That will not
be part of the deal. -�

    -�Why is that? -� asked Dale, taken aback.

    -�I think it needs to be absolutely clear that you are completely
powerless in this regard.  If you have the option to back out, then that is
tantamount to allowing you to option to not strip when I say strip.  That
puts you in a position where you will be thinking about whether or not you
want to be dressed or undressed, -� said Nate.

    -�But -- -� she started to say.

    -�Going back to my weather analogy, it is my belief that everything is
undermined if you are allowed to have an opinion about the rain, and then
somehow influence the rain.  Our relationship will be pure --it needs to be
pure.  Think back to the Wheel.  In future situations like that, I don
-(TM)t want you even thinking about taking off your thong.  I will decide.
Truth be told, I was comfortable having you nude on the Wheel.  That was
the original plan.  That was why safeguards, like the blindfold were in
place, -� said Nate.

    -�You -(TM)re certainly not making this easy for me, -� said Dale.  
-�I -(TM)m still struggling with issues of trust. -�

    -�I know you are, and it -(TM)s understandable, -� said Nate.   -�But
one thing that we both know, is that you can -(TM)t be in charge of
something so important.  Replay in your mind, if you will, some of the
things you told me this morning.  Your impulsiveness.  Your need to 
-~Super-Size -(TM) the experience.  Your convoluted Fight or Flight theory.
The drastic and instantaneous drop in your level of concern.  How your
self-preservation instinct supposedly evaporates.  Those were your words.

   After pausing, Nate continued,  -�I -(TM)ve made mistakes.  I -(TM)m
planning to be more careful now.  I -(TM)m not gambling, trying to win the
girl.  Now I -(TM)m the guy who is buying insurance, wanting to hold on to
what he has --what we have.  Think about it.  This is what we both have to
do. -�

   Dale sat there is silence.  Nate wished he knew what was going through
her head.  But before any more discussion took place, he was parking in
front of his house.

   After shutting off the motor, Nate turned to Dale,  -�Okay, Lover, give
me a kiss, and let -(TM)s do this.  I think you -(TM)re ready, but your
agreement has to be voluntary.  This has to be of your free will, and what
is more, you have to want it.  If I end up in charge of something as
important as this, it must be with your complete agreement.  That -(TM)s
how I see it. -�

   He slid over next to Dale.  She climbed astride his lap, a knee way out
to each side.  He loved it when she did the splits across his lap like
that. She pressed her slender upper body against his in a tight hug and her
tongue slipped between his lips searching out his tongue.

   He felt her pussy pressing against his rock hard dick.  As drenched as
her pants were, he suspected that his pants would show evidence of this hug
as they went in.  He didn -(TM)t really mind.  It was a magical hug.

   Breaking the kiss, she asked,  -�Nate, are you really willing to do this
for me? -�

    -�How do you mean? -� he asked, surprised.

    -�I mean  -"nudity  -" it -(TM)s either my hobby or my problem, -� said
Dale.   -�First, you adopted it, making it your hobby, too.  That was nice
of you.  Now you are talking about making my problem your problem.  That
-(TM)s so very nice of you.  I -(TM)m sure I -(TM)d be better off without
it --without my problem.  But I have no idea how that could be
accomplished, and truth be told, I wouldn -(TM)t want that.  I know it
-(TM)s dangerous, but it is also fun.  It -(TM)s who I am  -" unfortunately
 -" I suppose.  But I am who I am, and I like who I am. -�

    -�I like who you are, too.  I like you just the way you are.  You
-(TM)re fun.  Life is fun with you.  There is so much fun ahead, -� said
Nate.

   Looking into her eyes in the dim light, he continued,  -�And there is
something I have to go on the record as having said.  I -(TM)ve read about
this being a paraphilias --a sexual problem.  You most certainly do not
have a sexual problem.  You are a remarkably well-rounded girl.  Clothes
are society -(TM)s construct.  We are the only species that hides much of
our bodies.  In my opinion, you are simply very comfortable in your skin.
Just because you differ in this regard from the majority, it doesn -(TM)t
make you the one with the sexual problem.  Arguably it is everyone else.  I
mean, what is wrong with this world?  Our movies are so full of blood and
violence and yet showing the beautiful human body is taboo?  They even seem
to show actual screwing, as long as it is hidden under a sheet.  Nudity
should not be taboo, and you most certainly do not have a sexual problem.
-�

    -�Do you really see it that way? -� asked Dale.

    -�Absolutely, -� said Nate.   -�I -(TM)ve read that many paraphilias
have been delisted, even homosexuality, which is supposedly now considered
simply a variant of normal sexuality.  I -(TM)m not wanting to make any
comparisons, but exhibitionism is most certainly not a sexual problem.  In
my personal opinion, the need to cover ourselves underneath clothing is
more unnatural than the desire to feel the sun and the wind on one -(TM)s
skin. -�

    -�You -(TM)re just trying to be nice, right? -� asked Dale.

    -�I am not.  This is exactly how I feel.  What you enjoy is victimless,
and it is most certainly not a sexual problem.  I would not want to live my
life with a woman with sexual problems.  I wouldn -(TM)t --even if she were
drop dead gorgeous like you.  You don -(TM)t have a sexual problem.  You
are a lot of fun --that -(TM)s not a sexual problem, -� concluded Nate.  
-�You bestow your beauty on others --it -(TM)s a precious gift indeed! -�

   As Nate said those words, his mind focused on the joy that a beautiful
girl could bring to others.  Just a girl -(TM)s smile could brighten a man
-(TM)s mood, but the sight of a pretty girl in a short skirt or a tight top
could make his entire day.  He thought about the exponentially stronger
impact that a nude girl could have on those lucky enough to see her, and he
thought of himself.  He expected to live his life at the side of just such
a girl.  A girl who would scatter pixie dust on others via the gifting of
her beauty by showing them her naked charms.  Actually it was his destiny
to be the one who would choose when and where the pixie dust was scattered.
What a thrilling future he had to look forward to, he realized.

   Dale hugged him very tight.  She loved him.  She felt comfortable around
him.  She had only allowed this one person to get to know her, and he
accepted her.  She had always been concerned about letting anyone find out
the truth, fearing what they would think.  Always expecting that no one
would accept her for who she was.  Nate was an oasis for her!  His arms
were a warm and comfortable haven from a world that was sometimes quite
prickly.

    -�It -(TM)s nice how you put up with me, Nate.  How you accept me for
what I am.  Whether we call it a problem or not, it -(TM)s nice that you
are willing to make my problem, your problem.  I can -(TM)t really picture
what it will be like to be your Nudity Slave, but I -(TM)m willing to give
it a try.  I want to give it a try. -�

    -�Dale -- -� interrupted Nate, scolding her.

    -�Sorry, that just slipped out, -� said Dale.   -�I don -(TM)t mean 
-~try -(TM).  I mean  -~do -(TM).  I want this.  I don -(TM)t know exactly
why, but I want this.  Rational me is still not convinced that I can trust
you, that you are careful enough.  But you -(TM)re right.  You -(TM)re a
hell of a lot more trust worthy than me, so I need you.  I -(TM)m willing.
-�

    -�That -(TM)s much better, -� said Nate.

    -�So, say the word, and all these clothes stay on! -� she announced
boldly.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 220: Twitterpated

   They shared a tight embrace, and a loving laugh.  Dale nuzzled her face
into Nate -(TM)s neck.

    -�I sure love you, -� she said, emotion evident in her voice, tears
welling up in her eyes.   -�I like the idea of being safe and having a
little bit of fun along the way. -�

    -�That -(TM)s good.  Remember, everything won -(TM)t always go your
way, -� said Nate.   -�Sometimes you -(TM)ll want more, and you -(TM)ll
have to run naked away from the crowd, or you -(TM)ll have to get dressed
when you least want to.  In short, you -(TM)ll obey, right? -�

    -�I -(TM)ll obey.  It gets me all hot and bothered knowing that I
-(TM)ll obey.  I want to have no choice but to obey, -� said Dale.   -�I
want you to be my Nudity Master.  Kelly was fun, but you -(TM)re funner! 
And I love you. -�

    -�Kelly was fun? -� asked Nate.

    -�Duh! -� said Dale.   -�Why do you think that -- Oh, never mind.  I
know that you knew that I was drawn to her. -�

    -�I knew there was something there.  It was pretty obvious, -� said
Nate.   -�But I was always a little puzzled.  And now I know that were
playing with fire. -�

    -�You probably thought I was a lesbian, -� said Dale.

    -�Not at first, -� said Nate.   -�You -(TM)re too pretty to be a
lesbian. -�

    -�Nate, -� said Dale with exasperation.   -�That -(TM)s so not cool!  
--so prejudiced sounding!  Don -(TM)t disappoint me like that.  Take
Michelle.  There -(TM)s probably not a more attractive girl on the planet.
-�

    -�Yes there is  -" YOU! -� said Nate.

    -�You -(TM)re just biased, -� said Dale.   -�And lucky for me, you seem
to like little titties. -�

    -�I love YOUR titties!  I don -(TM)t think of them as little.  I think
of them as  -~just right -(TM).  But you -(TM)re the biased one!  You
-(TM)re still in love with Michelle, -� said Nate.

    -�I -(TM)m in love with you!  That -(TM)s who I -(TM)m in love with, -�
said Dale.   -�So are you ready.  Are you going to make me shake on this?
Are you going to make me your forever Nudity Slave? -�

    -�You can be my Nudity Slave.  In fact you have to be my Nudity Slave.
However, no one is forcing you.  This first step you must choose freely
--wisely and freely, -� said Nate.   -�After this step, the choices will be
made for you. -�

    -�I -(TM)m there, -� said Dale, holding up her right hand and sliding
back on his legs.

   Nate reached his hand between their two bodies and grasped Dale -(TM)s
hand and they shook.  Dale threw her left arm around Nate -(TM)s neck, and
pulled herself against him.  Their right hands, still clasped handshake
fashion, were smashed between their bodies as they hugged.

    -�I love you, Dale, -� said Nate.   -�Now take off your shirt and bra.
-�

   Dale looked out the car windows as she immediately started unbuttoning
her shirt.

   Once she was topless, Nate said.   -�Okay, now put your shirt back on.
-�

   Dale complied while Nate stowed the bra in his pocket.

    -�But, Nate, your parents? -� said Dale.

    -�Yep, something to worry about, -� said Nate.   -�I guess that
conservative image you -(TM)ve worked so hard on all these years might take
a bit of a beating going forward.  As a matter of fact, I know it will. 
But don -(TM)t worry too much about my folks.  These little titties of
yours don -(TM)t look all that different braless.  You -(TM)re funny --more
comfortable topless than swinging free inside a shirt. -�

    -�No, I -(TM)m not.  Not in front of your parents, -� said Dale.  
-�But I don -(TM)t have a vote, right? -�

    -�You got that right, Slave Girl.  Let -(TM)s go in, -� said Nate,
smiling to himself at his success.

   As they walked toward the house hand in hand, Nate noticed Dale -(TM)s
titties jiggling just beneath her button down shirt.

    -�Dale, you might want to try and walk as smoothly as you can.  It
-(TM)s the jiggle that gives you away more than anything else. -�

    -�Now you -(TM)re worrying, aren -(TM)t you! -� said Dale with a
gleeful smile.

    -�Not really, -� said Nate.   -�What do I care if my parents think you
-(TM)re beautiful --or loose. -�

    -�Nate, I -(TM)m going to tell them! -� said Dale.

    -�Tell them what? -� asked Nate.

    -�Anything I want! -� said Dale, as they opened the door and entered
the Miller living room.

    -�Perfect timing! -� called out Nate -(TM)s mom from the dining room.

    -�Mom, dad? -� said Dale, seeing her parents on the couch.   -�What are
you doing here? -�

    -�The Miller -(TM)s invited us over, -� said Dale -(TM)s mother.  
-�Quite neighborly really, don -(TM)t you think? -�

    -�Yep, we -(TM)re celebrating! -� said Nate -(TM)s mother.

    -�Celebrating? -� asked Nate.

   Celebrating an exceptional young couple! -� answered Nate -(TM)s mom.  
-�Now, why don -(TM)t you two wash up, and when you -(TM)re ready, we can
sit down to dinner.  You can tell us all about today -(TM)s college visit
while we eat. -�

   As they walked down the back hall, Dale whispered to Nate.   -�Do you
think they noticed? -� she asked, pointing her two index fingers at her
nipples.

    -�Probably not yet, -� said Nate, pulling her into his bedroom by her
hand.   -�Better be careful about that youthful bounce of yours, though. 
Try and walk as if you are balancing a book on your head. -�

   Nate walked across his room and opened a dresser drawer.  Placing the
bra inside, he said,  -�Here -(TM)s your drawer.  And look, now it has
something in it.  Not that you get to decide about putting it on.  As a
matter of fact, you can stock the drawer, but actually making use of what
is inside will be an entirely different matter.  Night gowns though.  There
will have to be nightgowns. -�

    -�Nate, I -(TM)m going to tell our parents, -� said Dale again, a
teasing smile on her lips.

    -�I -(TM)m not worried, Dale.  You -(TM)ll make good choices about what
you tell and to whom, -� said Nate.

    -�Party pooper, -� said Dale.

   Later, at the dinner table, after they had talked quite a bit about
visiting State, Dale cleared her throat so as to get everybody -(TM)s
attention.  She looked over at Nate, giving him a teasing smile.

   Looking up she said,  -�Mr.  and Mrs.  Miller, I have something to tell
you. -�

    -�What is it, Dear? -� asked Nate -(TM)s mom.

    -�I want you to know --that I am in love with your son, -� said Dale. 
-�He -(TM)s pretty great. -�

   No one spoke, as the four parents all studied Dale -(TM)s expression.

   Nate gulped.  He felt the need to chime in and break the silence, 
-�And, Mr.  and Mrs.  Jordan, I -(TM)m in love with your daughter.  She
-(TM)s pretty great. -�

    -�It -(TM)s nice you want us to know, -� said Dale -(TM)s mother.  
-�But we -(TM)ve known.  We -(TM)ve all known.  We -(TM)ve talked about it.
-�

    -�You have? -� said Dale, looking a little surprised.

    -�We have.  Parents are more aware than their kids give them credit
for, I guess, -� said Dale -(TM)s mom.

    -�Yep, -� said Nate -(TM)s mom.   -�The love that you two have for each
other has not been very well hidden. -�

    -�You two started acting twitterpated a long time ago, -� said Dale
-(TM)s mom.

    -�Twitterpated?  Really, Mom? -� said Dale, not all happy with her
mother -(TM)s characterization.   -�This isn -(TM)t puppy love, Mom. -�

   Nate laughed out loud at Dale -(TM)s tone of voice.  Dale looked over at
him, giving him an elbow to the ribs.

    -�I know, Dear, -� said Dale -(TM)s mom.   -�We can tell.   -�We
-(TM)re just all so happy for you both.  You -(TM)ve found something very
special in one another. -�



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 221: With a Chance of Bra

   At that point both Nate -(TM)s and Dale -(TM)s fathers, who had been
holding back, added their congratulations to the chorus.  All of their
parents seemed truly delighted to see the young couple so happy and in
love. Dale ended up feeling very good about having taken the conversation
in that direction.

   She also found herself feeling quite self-conscious about being braless.
A bra had been something that she had always worn.  If she was dressed as
she typically dressed, there had always been a bra.  It was starting to
sink in that she was powerless to do anything about that.  She could no
longer simply get up and go put a bra on.

   In the future bras would be,  -~like the weather -(TM).  That is what
Nate had said.  So tomorrow would be --  -~clear and cold, with a chance of
bra -(TM).  She saw Nate look over at her as she chuckled to herself at
that thought.  It was funny, but it did have a serious side.  Going
forward, she would be wearing a bra or not wearing a bra based on choices
that Nate would make, and she did not have a vote.

   And this was hardly going to be limited to bras.  It was quite a
departure from how things had been, and during pauses in the conversation
she was working at wrapping her brain around that.  Both in terms of the
immediate change that it represented, as well as the  -~now and forever
more -(TM) aspect of this extreme agreement.

   As she thought about it, she realized that what she had agreed to meant
that she could be having dinner right now with all their parents --in the
nude, if Nate had so instructed.  Did she really trust him that much?  She
thought she did, or at least she must have, because otherwise she would
never have agreed to this, right?  And thinking back on it, she had made
the agreement while fully dressed.  That had been important to her when
considering her  -~no breakups -(TM) commitment, so this new agreement had
not violated that guideline that she had set for herself.  Nate seemed to
have made sure of that.

   Never again deciding to dress or undress?   -~Wow! -(TM) she thought. 
How in the world had he talked her in to that?  But then she looked over at
Nate, and she felt much better.  He was a cutie, and he wasn -(TM)t doing
this for himself.  He had agreed to it for her benefit.  She knew that he
had fun making her strip, but she was glad about that.  It all felt better
to her knowing that there was something in it for both of them.

   After dinner Nate and Dale spoke together about how nice it was that
their parents all got along together so well.  The Jordans had even invited
the Miller -(TM)s to come next door and celebrate Thanksgiving with them
later in the month.  Nate -(TM)s parents had readily accepted the
invitation, not having other relatives in the area to celebrate with.

   As Thanksgiving was being discussed, Nate -(TM)s mind wandered to a
distant future in which he and Dale would host the family Thanksgiving
celebrations and he would presumably carve the turkey.  It was a thought
that made him feel genuinely happy.  She was a fun and beautiful teen, but
there was so much to her than met the eye.  She was a beautiful person
through and through, and he had every reason to believe that she would
become even more beautiful as her body aged.

   Both Nate and Dale had studying to catch up on, so Nate grabbed his
books and headed next door with the Jordans when they returned home.  The
two of them studied together at the Jordan dining room table.

   After they had studied quietly for an hour or so, Nate stood up and
without a word, he gently took Dale -(TM)s hand in his own.  Pulling it
gently and taking her phone from the table, he led her quietly into the
back hall, slipping past her parents who were watching TV.

   Once in the Jordan -(TM)s bathroom, he quietly informed her that she
should strip to take the  -~sample selfie -(TM) that he had mentioned
earlier.  She looked into his eyes, acting a little reluctant, but then
unsnapped her pants straight away.

   Moments later she was nude and standing in front of the mirror, studying
the reflection of her pelvic region on her camera -(TM)s screen. 
Fortunately the bathroom included a full length mirror so that Dale was
able to get the camera angle low enough to achieve the shot that Nate had
in mind, one involving labia detail.

   Telling her that she would have to do it herself each morning, Nate went
about diddling her to get her inner lips to their desired state.  He knelt
while doing so, taking a nipple between his lips and playing with it with
his tongue.  His mind drifted to their nipple emergency not all that long
ago at Spruce Lake.  There she had informed him that the nipples themselves
were just part of the project --that the whole girl needed to get excited.
He imagined that now the pussy itself was similarly just part of the
project.

   Typically the little inner lips seemed to hide up between the outer
lips, but when excited, they would descend and bloom slightly.  He worked
with her on modeling them to achieve a slightly open position, and he asked
her to focus on  -~labia minora -(TM) symmetry as well as  -~racing stripe
-(TM) symmetry for the photos.   -�No crooked or off-center racing stripe,
-� he had cautioned her.

   Once she had gotten the ideal shot, he had her send it to him as well as
save it to her own phone.  Her instructions were to look at it each
morning, and to try and match it in terms of labia visibility and camera
angle.

    -�You -(TM)re the model, and the one holding the camera, but these
photos are my work of art, -� he had said.   -�In order to win the
photography contest, I want the gradual progression of the budding racing
stripe  -" your track uniform  -" to be the only variable. -�

   He was glad to see both a look of obedience and deep concern in her big
eyes as he had said that.  It made him feel that his new plan did indeed
seem as if it had a chance.  As hoped, there did seem to be ways to cater
to her hobby, ways that would be fun for both of them --ways that did not
involve the taking of significant risks.  The displaying of nude photos
untraceable to Dale herself seemed like a fruitful avenue to explore.

   When they had completed their  -~chore -(TM) in the bathroom, they
returned to their books.  They found themselves holding hands while they
studied.  That was something they did not recall having done before, but it
made them feel closer.  They worked on separate subjects along one side of
the table, Nate -(TM)s hand on Dale -(TM)s thigh holding her hand.

   They both had gotten a little behind; however, later that evening they
did carve out a little time for themselves.  They went to Dale -(TM)s
bedroom where Nate instructed her to undress completely, duly exercising
his new authority.

   They spent over an hour like that on the bed, simply holding each other.
It had been quite a day, a day filled with powerful emotions.  Nate and
Dale simply snuggled cheek to cheek.  Nothing sexual transpired, and their
kisses were not of the passionate sort, but rather the tender meaningful
kind, and very few of them were mouth to mouth.  With little forethought,
they both found themselves simply giving each other delicate little kisses
around the face and neck.

   They spoke to each other a little, but no actual dialog ensued.  They
spoke in little snippets, exchanging sweet nothings, simply reveling in
being together.  In each other -(TM)s arms they felt separate from the
world, safe and happy.

   It was a very special time.  A time that neither of them wanted to end;
however, time was indeed passing and it was a school night.  They couldn
-(TM)t simply lose themselves in each other and forget about the outside
world, no matter how much they felt like doing so.  Even though it was
quite difficult, they did eventually manage to say  -~goodnight -(TM), and
Nate went home to sleep in his own bed.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 222: Late Night Naughtiness

   After turning off his light, he lay there awake, reliving yet another
amazing day.  A day that had featured his first blow job ever.  He found
himself thinking back on that experience.  About how truly intimate such
contact really was  -" amazingly intimate  -" the mouth on the genitals. 
For some reason that he could not understand, seeing his own dick in Dale
-(TM)s mouth seemed much more intimate than licking her pussy had seemed.
He tried to figure out if that was a gender bias, or simply a matter of
perspective --as in watching versus doing.

   He also found himself contemplating their agreement relating to Dale
-(TM)s nudity.  It seemed to be a very significant milestone, to say the
least; probably a watershed moment after which nothing would again be the
same.  Mentally he had had it in the works for a long time, trying to
figure out how he could protect his girl from her own crazy inclinations.
Now he felt very good about the direction.  To him it seemed as if it might
actually succeed.

   Until he had thought of that specific direction, he had been somewhat at
a loss to think of how he could keep her safe.  Now he felt very good about
his chances of keeping her safe.  How ironic that the inspiration had come
from Kelly.

   He was thinking about Kelly, and the important role she had played in
their relationship, both positive and negative, when he heard a tapping. 
He got up, realizing that it seemed to be coming from his window.

   He looked out, but was unable to see anything.  He switched on his desk
lamp.  That only made it harder to see out until he angled it down.

   Looking down where he had directed the light, he saw Dale -(TM)s face
looking up at him.  Their main floor was elevated such that Dale -(TM)s
head was below his windowsill.

   He unlatched the window and slid it open.

    -�Dale, are you okay? -� he asked in a very low voice.

    -�Can I come in? -� she asked, grabbing the windowsill and starting to
pull herself up.

   Nate assisted her, only realizing that she was nude once she was halfway
in.

    -�Dale, are you supposed to be naked? -� he asked.

    -�Nate, I just couldn -(TM)t take being alone.  My bed felt so very
empty after you left, and, as you know, I sleep naked, -� she said.

    -�I know, but you went outside naked. -�

    -�I didn -(TM)t know what to do.  I -(TM)m not supposed to have to make
choices --that -(TM)s what you told me.  I -(TM)m your Nudity Slave, right?
I -(TM)m not supposed to dress.  I -(TM)m not supposed to undress.  That
-(TM)s a bit confusing.  I mean, how am I supposed to be dressed
appropriately if I can -(TM)t change my state of dress.  I -(TM)ll follow
your rules.  I just need to know what they are, -� said Dale.   -�Please
let me sleep with you?  Please --can -(TM)t we just be together. -�

    -�Okay, but how are you going to get home? -� asked Nate.

    -�If you set your alarm for six, I -(TM)ll be able to get home the same
way I got here, -� said Dale.

    -�Okay, -� said Nate, changing the time on his alarm.   -�I guess I do
need to write up some rules for you to follow.  Leaving the house naked
will definitely be on the no-no list. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sorry.  I was just so lonely, lying in my bed awake, -� said
Dale.   -�I don -(TM)t think you realize just how emotional I -(TM)m
feeling after today.  I -(TM)m so very happy; my heart -(TM)s soaring.  I
-(TM)m so in love, and I just need to be with you.  I -(TM)ll let you
sleep. I know it is a school night and that we need our sleep.  All I want
is to lie here in your arms. -�

   Nate took a moment to consider the situation carefully,  -�Dale, after
giving this a little thought, I -(TM)m sure you knew you were being
naughty. Just because you don -(TM)t yet know all the rules, doesn -(TM)t
mean that you have a bulletproof excuse.  As a matter of fact, today I did
happen to tell you that,  -~Streaking is okay, but that streaking without
permission  -" it can -(TM)t happen. -(TM) I -(TM)m sure that crossed your
mind. -�

    -�I guess, -� said Dale meekly.

    -�You guess what? -� asked Nate.

    -�I guess, I was naughty, -� said Dale, looking away.

    -�I didn -(TM)t plan on having to start off this way, Lover, but it
-(TM)s time for your first real spanking, -� said Nate, sitting down.  
-�So, bring your naked little butt over here, and assume the position! -�

    -�Assume the position? -� asked Dale.

    -�Yep, assume the position!  That is code for lie down across my lap,
butt in the air, -� said Nate.   -�And no screaming.  My parents will
probably sleep through this if it is only the sound of my hand on your
tender cheeks. -�

    -�But Nate --I wasn -(TM)t streaking.  It wasn -(TM)t about nudity.  It
was about being together, -� pleaded Dale, her hands holding her bottom.

    -�Sorry, but strict discipline is my number one priority, -� said Nate.
 -�The sooner you get that figured out, the better. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, -� said Dale.

    -�Apology accepted, -� said Nate.   -�You could have sent me a text, or
called for clarification. -�

    -�But I did, -� she said.   -�You didn -(TM)t respond. -�

   Nate retrieved his phone.   -�I don -(TM)t know how I missed these, -�
he said.   -�they must have arrived when I was in the bathroom. -�

    -�See!  I was trying.  I -(TM)m planning to be your Nudity Slave, your
obedient Nudity Slave.  You can spank me if you still think I deserve that.
I can give you a blow job, -� said Dale.

    -�Dale, that almost sounded like bargaining with sex, -� said Nate

    -�Nate, I -(TM)m offended that you would even think that.  Bargaining
with sex is definitely beneath me.  I -(TM)m a mature woman in love with a
man whom I respect and admire.  I feel I should be able to expect that in
return, -� she said.   -�I guess I just have blow jobs on the brain today.
I -(TM)d like to have a second chance real soon.  I -(TM)ve got some ideas
I -(TM)d like to try out. -�

    -�Oh, Dale, -� said Nate, sighing.   -�That -(TM)s endearing, it really
is.  But discipline has to take priority over pleasure.  Since you did try
to contact me, I need to take that into account.  I feel that you still
need a spanking, but it can be just a sample spanking.  Now, don -(TM)t
make me ask again.  Assume the position, -� said Nate, patting his lap to
indicate in a friendly manner that she should lie down.

    -�Are you going to make it hurt? -� she asked, reluctantly lying down,
her body positioned across his.

    -�Last I checked, that was the point, -� said Nate.

   Nate looked down at the beautiful girl across his lap.  Her legs and
upper body were on the bed on either side of him, but her lovely feminine
tush was nicely raised.  The position served to open things up a little,
and leaning to his right slightly, he saw that her pussy was in view.  He
ran his right hand all the way up her inner thigh and started caressing the
juncture at the top of her leg.

   He slid his fingers over slightly and encountered the expected moisture
seeping out.  He really wanted to allow his fingers to strum her lady
strings.  He knew that they -(TM)d both enjoy that, but summoning all the
discipline he could muster, he moved his hand back along her thigh,
caressing it most lovingly.  With his other hand, he stroked her back
tenderly.

   He would have enjoyed a little pussy time, but he felt that he should
keep the pain and the pleasure separate, for himself as well as for Dale.
The last thing he wanted was for her to misbehave because she -(TM)d get
some of both.  His real goal was perfect obedience such that spankings and
the like would never have to come into play.

   Even as it was, his hands caressing non-sexual areas, Dale relaxed and
said,  -�This is nice.  Not at all how I imagined a spanking would be. -�

    -�Dale, we have formed a Loving, Consensual Master-Slave relationship,
you and I.  While I will be very strict with you, I will never be mean.  I
love you, and from that love will flow the firm control that you require
and crave.  In a moment I will administer just a single painful swat to
each of your cheeks, just a small fraction of the number that I had been
intending to give you.  You need to take your Nudity Master seriously, but
I want you to know that he loves you. -�

   She hadn -(TM)t seen him raise his hand, so the first smack caught her
by surprise.

   Smack!   -�Oww! -� she said instinctively, lowering her voice halfway
through the exclamation.

   Nate leaned over and kissed her shoulder, hugging her.   -�Honey, we
have to keep it down, -� he said softly, reaching up he moved her hair so
that it was not covering her face.

    -�Sorry, I was just surprised, -� whispered Dale.

    -�Okay, so just one more, -� said Nate.

   He saw her nod her agreement.

   Smack!

   Nate stopped.  That was it, just two.  He rested his hand on one of her
cheeks, caressing it lightly, as he leaned down and again kissed her
shoulder.  He knew he had probably spanked her a bit too hard.  He had been
thinking that if there was going to be just one per cheek, he ought to make
it count.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 223: A Date With Kenny

    -�Were the spanks too painful? -� he asked.

    -�No.  Next time hit me harder! -� she insisted.   -�Pain is what your
Nudity Slave needs, right? -� she said with a hint of sarcasm.

   Nate felt that she probably could not be broken.  She was too proud and
obstinate for that, but breaking her was not the goal.  Getting her to obey
was the goal.

    -�It -(TM)s not about pain, Lover, -� he said.   -�It -(TM)s about the
obedience that will lead to your safety, which will in turn lead to happy
lives together. -�

   Nate was glad that it was already over.  And he felt a little regret
that he had struck her so hard, but he knew that she -(TM)d be fine. 
Keeping her safe was bound to be a challenge, but it was a very worthy
goal, and he planned to succeed.

   She didn -(TM)t move, so he again caressed her butt cheeks while leaning
down and kissing her shoulder.   -�I love you, Dale, -� he said.

    -�Why aren -(TM)t you calling me  -~Mads -(TM) tonight? -� she asked. 
-�Aren -(TM)t I naked enough? -�

    -�I guess I just don -(TM)t always remember, -� said Nate truthfully.

    -�Nate, I need to use the bathroom, -� said Dale.

    -�Okay, -� said Nate.   -�Here, use my robe.  We still don -(TM)t have
any nightgowns for you over here. -�

   When she returned, she said,  -�I -(TM)ve got bright red hand prints on
my butt. -�

   Nodding, Nate said,  -�I imagine so.  I hope that we can avoid that in
the future.  Time for bed, Lover. -�

    -�So, do I sleep in the robe? -� she asked.   -�I can -(TM)t just take
it off right?  I hope that I -(TM)m not in trouble for bringing it up. -�

    -�Of course not, -� said Nate.   -�Asking, just as you tried to do with
your texts is always appropriate.  Take off the robe.  Be my naked Mads. -�

    -�Okay, -� said Dale sheepishly, hanging the robe back on its hook.

   Climbing into bed, Nate said,  -�Time to snuggle, Lover.  Let -(TM)s put
the spanking behind us now. -�

    -�At least take off your pajama shirt, -� said Dale, untucking it from
his waistband.   -�It would feel nice to be skin on skin. -�

   Nate was glad that she did seem to be ready to forget about the
spanking. He sat up, removing his shirt.  For good measure he also took off
his pajama bottoms, leaving his underwear in place.

   As he lay back down, Dale climbed into bed and hugged him close,
intertwining her legs with his.  He felt her mashing her pussy against his
upper thigh as she pulled him into her body with the strength of her legs.

    -�Nate? -� she said.

    -�Yes, Mads, -� he said.

    -�I can -(TM)t believe how much I love you, -� she said, sounding
exceedingly emotional.   -�It -(TM)s like my love for you doubled today
alone.  You know, I always hoped there would be a guy for me. -�

    -�I -(TM)ll be your guy, -� said Nate.

    -�You -(TM)re my guy, -� she said.   -�I didn -(TM)t imagine that my
guy would spank me, but I guess I thought he -(TM)d love me so much that he
-(TM)d do whatever he thought was necessary. -�

    -�I love you, -� said Nate.

    -�Such a surprise to find your guy living right next door, -� she said.
 -�Pretty convenient sometimes --like if I -(TM)m lonely --like tonight. -�

    -�You can come over anytime, -� said Nate.   -�I want you to know that.
-�

    -�I can? -� she asked.

    -�Of course, -� he said.   -�That spanking was because you went outside
naked.  It wasn -(TM)t because you came over. -�

    -�I know that, -� she said.   -�But I -(TM)ll still try harder to sleep
in my own bed tomorrow. -�

    -�You know, sleeping in our own beds on school nights was your idea,
remember? -�

    -�I know, I know, -� said Dale.   -�I guess this is why you have to
call the shots. -�

    -�I guess it is, -� agreed Nate.   -�But just when it comes to your
nudity, right? -�

    -�Right, -� said Dale.   -�At least initially. -�

    -�What do you mean by,  -~Initially -(TM)? -� asked Nate.

    -�I -(TM)m just doing to you, what you did to me earlier today,
remember? -� said Dale.

    -�I remember, -� said Nate.   -�You -(TM)re too much.  You know that?
No one could ever get the best of you. -�

    -�I hope not, -� said Dale.   -�I do want to have a partnership in
life, even if it is obviously my destiny to be your Nudity Slave. -�

    -�I -(TM)m glad, -� said Nate.   -�I don -(TM)t want you to be a
Slave-Slave.  I want a teammate.  I want a lover. -�

    -�I -(TM)ll be your lover! -� said Dale.

   Eventually they did fall asleep in each other -(TM)s arms.  They both
slept soundly the whole night through.

   When the alarm went off in the morning, Nate checked that the coast was
clear and then he let Dale out the back door.  It was indeed frosty out. 
He wondered how she was able to manage.  Her skin was covered with goose
bumps and her nipples were cinched up tight.  He could have loaned her his
robe, but there seemed to be no risk in letting her streak home.

   He watched as she slipped carefully away into the early morning
darkness, disappearing into her back door.  Fortunately there had been just
enough light for him to be able to enjoy the sight of her sexy little buns
as she dashed home.

   Sometime later, while he was grabbing some breakfast, he received a
message on his phone.  It was from Dale.  Initially he was surprised, but
when he opened it, he saw that it was the requested pussy pic.   -~How
great is this? -(TM) he thought.   -~The photo of the day! -(TM)

   He studied it quickly, and found that he was unable to discern any
evidence of the nascent racing stripe.  Too soon to show, he decided.  He
also scrutinized the inner lips, to try and see if she had followed her
diddling instructions.  She might be able to do better, he thought, but at
least it was obvious that she had tried.

   He -(TM)d cheated the night before by sucking her nipples.  He -(TM)d
seen pictures on the Internet of girls sucking their own nipples.  He
suspected that Dale would have little success at that maneuver.  Her
titties were just too small and too fixed in place.  Sure she was flexible,
but that flexible?  He didn -(TM)t think so.  He made a mental note to have
her give it a try in the near future.

   He thought about sending a reply, joking about showing the photo to
Ward. Indeed, Ward had shown him a somewhat similar photo, just from a much
lower angle.  He decided against such a joke.  He decided that this time,
if he expected Dale to obey and take him seriously, that he had better
behave more maturely.  Somehow he would need to find ways to be playful
without coming across as an adolescent.

   He replied simply,  -�Beautiful!  Thank you.  XXOO -�

   As anticipated, he next saw her in Spanish class.  As he entered, she
was already there, sitting with Kenny and saving him a seat.   -~It was so
nice to have her again sitting with them, -(TM) he thought, as he took his
seat.  He squeezed her hand tight, but then let go of it as the bell
sounded the start of class.

   At the end of class, right after the bell, Kenny leaned over.  Speaking
to both Dale and Nate, he said in a slightly awkward sounding tone,  -�So
guys, I -(TM)d like to take your picture for the annual.  Just a casual
picture, maybe with the Maverick. -�

   Kenny was one of two student photographers on the yearbook committee,
and the school -(TM)s mascot had always been a popular prop for photography
of all sorts.  Indeed, Nate had photos of Dale taken there the night of the
Homecoming Dance, wearing just her crown and the sash.

    -�Our picture, as a couple? -� asked Dale.

    -�Exactly, -� said Kenny.   -�I felt like I had really screwed up when
you two broke up because I had not gotten any photos of you two together.
So when I heard yesterday that you guys were back together, I decided to
jump on the opportunity. -�

    -�You don -(TM)t need to be in a hurry, Kenny, -� said Nate.   -�We
-(TM)re not breaking up again. -�

    -�I -(TM)m so glad to hear that, and I -(TM)m so glad that you two are
back together.  In my irrelevant opinion, you two belong together, -� said
Kenny, as they walked out of the classroom.   -�Nate has given all us
little people a real sense of hope, -� he said to Dale with an awkward
chuckle.

   Dale just smiled.  What Kenny had said was a little embarrassing, but
she didn -(TM)t know what to say.

    -�Okay, what are you thinking? -� asked Nate agreeably.

    -�How about we meet at the Maverick twenty minutes into lunch hour? -�
proposed Kenny.   -�That should give us more than enough time to get a few
good photos. -�

   Nate was nodding his agreement, so Dale said,  -�Sure, but there will of
course be other students around at that time of day. -�

    -�I know, -� said Kenny.   -�That fits the sort of photo I -(TM)m
looking for.  Not a formal portrait.  Just a casual photo of high school
sweethearts hanging out at school. -�

   They agreed to all meet as Kenny had proposed, and then hurried off to
their respective third period classes.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 224: Kenny -(TM)s Confession

   Nate and Dale ate their lunches quickly and arrived at the Maverick a
few minutes before the arranged time.  They found a quiet little corner in
which to wait for Kenny.

    -�Hey, Sweetie, thanks for letting me stay last night.  It was nice,
even considering the price, -� said Dale, softly while rubbing her butt to
make the point.  Whispering into his ear she continued,  -�I -(TM)ve been
in such a great mood all day --probably because we slept together --but
also because I -(TM)m feeling great about our new agreement. -�

   She knew she had to be careful to limit what she said to innocuous words
in case they were overheard.  No longer whispering she continued,  -�I
-(TM)d like to talk more about that this evening, if we have the chance. 
And I have something to show you, if you can come over after dinner.  It
-(TM)s something that needs to be modeled, so you can consider granting me
the necessary permission.  It -(TM)s something pretty. -�

    -�Permission granted, Lover, -� said Nate agreeably.   -�I -(TM)m
looking forward to it already. -� Changing the subject, he continued, 
-�Before Kenny gets here, I wanted to mention an idea to you.  Remember the
High-T photo you suggested.  I -(TM)d trust Kenny to take such a photo. 
Why don -(TM)t you give that a little thought? -�

    -�He -(TM)s a yearbook photographer, -� said Dale, a hint of surprise
in her voice.   -�Not for the yearbook, of course. -�

    -�Certainly not, -� said Nate.   -�I -(TM)m sure he -(TM)d take a
private photo for us, as a favor.  The advantage would be his equipment and
his skill.  We -(TM)d get a professional quality photo.  You saw the photos
Jodie took with your phone.  I mean, they aren -(TM)t terrible, but a night
photo like that with the scoreboard behind is challenging.  If we are going
to go to the trouble, the photo ought to be worth having. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t know, -� said Dale.   -�Quite a few students have
already seen me  -" you know.  But adding Kenny to the list?  It -(TM)s, of
course your call.  That -(TM)s our deal, right?  You -(TM)re probably just
trying to make me worry. -�

    -�You need to be worried, but the photo was your idea, and it -(TM)s a
good idea.  I -(TM)ll make the call, but I did tell you that at times I
-(TM)d ask you for your opinion.  What better way to make you worry, -� he
said with a wink.

   Just then Kenny walked up, right on time.

    -�Thanks for doing this, guys, -� he said, setting his camera bag on a
table, and opening it.   -�Have you given any thought to what sort of a
photo we should take? -�

   Nate shook his head  -~no -(TM), but Dale answered immediately,  -�I
have.  I want to be stealing a kiss. -�

    -�That sounds fun! -� said Kenny approvingly.   -�How might we best
pull that off? -�

    -�Somehow I sneak up on him and kiss his cheek, catching him by
surprise, -� said Dale.   -�It might be hard.  He -(TM)s not a very good
actor.  So maybe we are just hanging out, and I spontaneously kiss his
cheek.  What are you going to do with the photo, anyway? -�

    -�A little kiss on the cheek photo is a fun idea, -� said Kenny.   -�It
-(TM)ll just be for the annual, if it comes out good, and I -(TM)m sure it
will.  We -(TM)ll just put it in wherever it fits.  Such photos bring back
memories, and I guarantee you; everyone who went here this year will have
fond memories of how a nobody landed a date with the Homecoming Queen. -�

    -�Nate -(TM)s not a nobody! -� said Dale, coming to his defense.

    -�Not anymore, -� said Kenny.   -�But he was, that -(TM)s for sure. -�

    -�I -(TM)m pretty sure I still am, -� said Nate, good-naturedly.  
-�But now I -(TM)m a nobody with a cute girlfriend. -�

    -�I -(TM)m a nobody, -� said Kenny.   -�But as of a few minutes ago, I
-(TM)m a nobody with a date to the Sadie Hawkins Dance. -�

    -�Hey!  Good for you! -� said Dale enthusiastically.

    -�Who -(TM)s the lucky girl? -� asked Nate.

    -�Hannah, -� said Kenny.

    -�Hannah? -� asked Dale.   -�Which Hannah? -�

    -�I -(TM)ll bet I know which one, -� said Nate.   -�The smart one,
right?  She -(TM)s in my calculus class.  She -(TM)s a whiz with numbers. I
tried to get her to study with me last year.  Sadly, she wouldn -(TM)t have
anything to do with me. -�

    -�Yep, that -(TM)s the one, -� said Kenny.

    -�She -(TM)s cute! -� said Dale.

    -�Aren -(TM)t you two just the stereotypical pair, -� said Kenny,
laughing.   -�I mention a certain girl.  Nate comments on her brains, but
you Dale; you comment on her looks. -�

    -�Sorry, -� said Dale.   -�But she is cute, and I don -(TM)t have any
classes with her.  I guess I -(TM)m not as good with numbers.  I earn my
GPA in classes that require essays. -�

    -�Hannah --she sure caught me off guard, -� said Kenny.   -�I probably
sounded like an idiot, but at least I did manage to say  -~yes -(TM).  At
least I didn -(TM)t screw that up. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sure you did fine, -� said Dale.

    -�And you -(TM)re right.  She is cute, -� he said to Dale bashfully, 
-�Like you she -(TM)s smart AND pretty. -�

    -�I -(TM)m excited for you, Kenny, -� said Dale, sensing his
excitement.

    -�But she did say one thing that I have been puzzling about, -� said
Kenny.   -�She said that she wanted to take me to the bridge. -�

    -�The bridge? -� said Nate, clearly drawing a blank.

    -�Yeah, what could that mean? -� asked Kenny.   -�Should I be worried?
-�

    -�Probably, but I think that -(TM)s the name of the new restaurant that
just opened right across the river, -� said Dale.   -�It -(TM)s in that old
brick warehouse right next to the you-know-what.  We should go there
sometime, Nate. -�

    -�Sure, -� said Nate.   -�Maybe we could double date with Kenny and
Hannah.  But I know it -(TM)s not a possibility for Sadie.  You -(TM)ve
already got things all set up. -�

    -�Yep, we -(TM)re booked, -� said Dale.   -�But another time.  After
Sadie, maybe.  Okay, Kenny? -�

    -�Sure, -� said Kenny, delighted that Dale would even consider double
dating with him.

   It was high time that they got down to business.  They tried a variety
of poses.  Initially they tried having Dale sneak up on Nate while he was
leaning against the school -(TM)s mascot.

   Next, they tried having Dale sit on the horse, Nate standing by with a
hand on her thigh.  She would then lean over and give him a little peck on
the cheek or forehead.  They tried a small variety of poses, each including
a little kiss.

   Once they felt that they had taken enough shots, Dale thought of
something that she wanted to ask Kenny.   -�Hey, Kenny, -� she said.   -�I
have something I -(TM)d like to ask you about.  Can we all step outside for
a little privacy? -�

    -�Sure, -� agreed Kenny.   -�Let me get my camera case all back
together. -�

   The three of them walked out the school -(TM)s front door and as luck
would have it, end up finding the privacy that Dale had requested at the
base of the flagpole.

    -�Kenny, -� began Dale.   -�Nate recently told me about a Dale Jordan
protection detail that he formed.  He told me that you are involved. -�

   Looking at Nate, as if for guidance, Kenny replied,  -�I didn -(TM)t
think that he was planning to tell you. -�

    -�It seemed only right to let her know, -� said Nate.   -�She should be
fully in the loop.  You can, of course, answer any questions that she may
have. -�

    -�So, Kenny, what did you think about that?  You probably thought it
was really strange, right? -� asked Dale, concern evident in her
expression.

    -�I -(TM)ll tell you what I thought about it, -� said Kenny.   -�Do you
want the short answer or the long answer? -�

    -�Let -(TM)s go with the long answer, -� said Dale.   -�I -(TM)m trying
to decide if I -(TM)m  -~okay -(TM) with having other students involved in
my problems like this. -�

    -�Well, -� said Kenny, obviously struggling to talk sensibly given the
subject at hand and the presence of a pretty girl.   -�Here -(TM)s what I
have to say.  I -(TM)ve always been a nobody, someone that most people in
school hardly ever notice.  Especially all the somebodies.  They don -(TM)t
see me.  Somehow you were always the exception.  Even years ago, you would
occasionally say  -~Hi -(TM) to me --acknowledging my existence.  It was
typically just the one word, but it always made me feel good.  And a few
times you did say,  -~Hi Kenny, -(TM) so I know that you knew my name. 
That especially made me feel like a real person. -�

    -�You are a real person, -� said Dale.

    -�Well, I doubt the other cheerleaders know that I exist, -� said
Kenny.  -�But I have really enjoyed getting to know you a little better in
Spanish this year.  I always held you in such high regard, but truth be
told, my respect for you has increased so much this fall --as I -(TM)ve
gotten to know you --because it -(TM)s allowed me to learn what you are
really like.  I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)ve missed a day of school this
year, and you are part of the reason. -�

   After admitting that to Dale directly, Kenny cast his eyes downward in
embarrassment.

    -�Oh, Kenny, that -(TM)s so nice, -� said Dale, obviously caught off
guard by the sincerity of what he had just said.

    -�So, when Nate told me about what those girls had done to you at that
party, -� he continued.   -�Well, at first I felt physically sick.  But
then I felt mad, so very mad.  The next time I saw Alexa in the hall, I
wanted to hurt her. -�



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 225: Dale -(TM)s New Dress

    -�I -(TM)m glad you didn -(TM)t, -� said Nate.   -�That wouldn -(TM)t
accomplish anything. -�

    -�Well, I -(TM)m not one for fighting, and I -(TM)m not nearly as big
and strong as Nate here, but she messed with something I care about, -�
said Kenny, turning his back, obviously embarrassed by where his confession
was going.

   Dale laid a hand tenderly on his shoulder.   -�That -(TM)s nice, Kenny,
-� she said.

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, -� said Kenny, turning slowly back around.   -�These
are things I thought I -(TM)d never say.  At least not to you, Dale, -� he
said, his eyes still cast downward.

    -�I -(TM)m glad you have Kenny, -� said Dale.   -�And I -(TM)ve enjoyed
Spanish more this fall myself.  I -(TM)ve enjoyed so much sitting with both
you and Nate.  Maybe the three of us should be studying our Spanish
together. -�

   That comment surprised Kenny, but he continued,  -�So, when Nate asked
me to participate in keeping you safe, I had never felt more honored in all
my life.  The very idea that I might be able to do you some service.  I don
-(TM)t think I slept the entire night after we all met at Carly -(TM)s
house.  My mind was just going ninety miles an hour. -�

    -�You -(TM)re too nice, -� said Dale, giving him a hug.

   Nate watched with interest as Kenny received a hug from Dale.  If he
hadn -(TM)t been flustered before, then the kind gesture of the hug put it
over the top.

    -�Well, -� said Nate.   -�Unless you have any more questions for Kenny,
Dale, I think we are running out of lunch hour. -�

    -�You -(TM)re right.  We need to be going, -� said Dale.   -�But Kenny,
let -(TM)s exchange cell phone numbers.  I -(TM)d like to be able to call
or text you whenever I -(TM)d like. -�

   To Nate -(TM)s eye, Kenny looked completely dumbfounded to be asked by
Dale to exchange phone numbers, but after taking a brief moment to get over
the shock, he complied.

   As they raced off to their fifth period classes, Kenny promised to print
out his one or two favorite photos to give to them in Spanish the next
morning.

   That afternoon, Nate received a text from Kenny,  -�Wow --Dale!  She
-(TM)s something, isn -(TM)t she? -�

   Nate responded,  -�I -(TM)m telling you!  And you were so very nice to
her.  I expect you made her day. -�

   Nate didn -(TM)t hear back from Kenny, but he knew that Dale had made
his day.  Kenny and Dale had both made each other -(TM)s day.

   That evening, at the prearranged time, Nate knocked on Dale -(TM)s front
door.

   As she let him in, she said, turning to her mother,  -�Mom, will you
entertain Nate for a few minutes while I change.  I want to show him my
you-know-what --my new dress. -�

   Nate was curious, but surprised and a bit disappointed to not be invited
back to watch her change.  He expected that it might be for appearances
sake, given that her mother was home.

    -�Have a seat, Nate, -� she said after Dale had excused herself.   -�Be
aware that Dale -(TM)s pretty excited about this dress, but I know that you
-(TM)d never say anything negative, even if you don -(TM)t like it. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sure I -(TM)ll love it, -� said Nate.   -�Your daughter has
excellent taste in clothes.  But you -(TM)re right, I try to avoid saying
things that might hurt her feelings. -�

    -�Oh, I know.  That -(TM)s one of the things I love about you, -� she
said.   -�You -(TM)ve done wonders for Dale -(TM)s self-esteem. -�

    -�I have? -� he replied, somewhat surprised.

   Thinking back, Nate could recall very few instances in which he -(TM)d
talked one-on-one with Dale -(TM)s mother.

    -�Absolutely! -� she replied.   -�Dale -(TM)s a curious girl.  She has
always had so much going for her, but until you came along, she was often
mopey.  For such a popular girl, her father and I could never understand
why she was as much of a loner as she has been.  She even has dealt with
self-esteem issues. -�

    -�I guess I have a hard time picturing Dale as mopey, -� said Nate.

    -�That -(TM)s because she -(TM)s not when you -(TM)re around, -� said
Mrs.  Jordan.   -�But like I said, she -(TM)s excited about the dress.  She
-(TM)ll probably tell you, but she ordered it long ago.  Well before your
breakup, but it just got here.  Barely in time for the dance.  It came from
out of the country --South America, I -(TM)m pretty sure. -�

    -�Really? -� said Nate, surprised that Dale had had the dress in the
works for that long.

    -�And I haven -(TM)t yet seen it on her, but she showed me pictures of
it back in the fall when she ordered it.  I -(TM)ve never understood Dale
-(TM)s penchant for conservative clothes, but this particular dress is
hardly conservative.  Don -(TM)t get me wrong, it -(TM)s absolutely decent.
It -(TM)s just not her usual thing, -� said Mrs.  Jordan.

   Just then Dale entered the room.  Looking back and forth between their
faces, she asked,  -�Were you guys talking about me? -�

    -�Of course we were, -� said her mother, taking it upon herself to bail
them out of a slightly awkward moment.   -�You, my Dear, are what Nate and
I have in common. -�

   Acting satisfied with that answer, Dale strutted barefoot into the
middle of the room where she executed a graceful spin to show the dress
from all sides.

   Nate had not had anything specific in mind about how the dress would
look, but given that Dale was excited about it as well as what her mother
had said about it coming from out of the country and not being
conservative, he had been expecting something more flashy.  Given what he
knew about Dale -(TM)s willingness to show skin, he had even imagined that
it might be see-through or have large cut-away sections, very strategically
placed.

   However, his over-the-top expectations aside, it was indeed a very sexy
dress.  But it was sexy within the limitations of what one could wear to a
high school dance.

   It looked to be made of a very light weight slinky fabric.  That
observation made him glad that she was so very warm blooded.  It was, after
all, November, and it was clear that the dress itself was not going to be
keeping her warm.

   The fabric pattern seemed to involve a mixture of animal skin prints,
zebra among them.  The predominant color was green, although brown, blue
and black were also in the mix.

   It was a halter style dress, so on top she was covered by just two
triangles, about how a bikini top would cover her.  From there the light
material hung all the way down to her ankles.  Its predominant feature was
two slits that extended up the front of each leg, all the way up to about
the level of her hip bones.  This meant that the front of the dress was
essentially a loin cloth like panel just six or so inches wide, hanging all
the way down to ankle level.

    -�What do you think, Mom? -� she asked.

    -�Amazing what you girls wear these days! -� she said without a hint of
disapproval.   -�I -(TM)m actually jealous.  I would have loved to have
worn a dress like that when I was your age. -�

    -�Mom! -� said Dale.   -�This isn -(TM)t what us girls wear.  Nobody
else will have a dress like this --that I can guarantee you.  How about
you, Nate?  What do you think? -�

    -�It -(TM)s amazing, Dale, -� said Nate.   -�You -(TM)re amazing.  I
-(TM)m going to be the most envied guy at the dance.  It -(TM)s pretty on
you, but I think you -(TM)ll need a cover-up to stay warm. -�

   After a little more discussion, Dale took Nate -(TM)s hand, saying, 
-�Mom, Nate and I will be back in my bedroom. -�

   She led him down their back hall.  After she had closed her bedroom
door, she turned to him saying,  -�I love this dress, Nate.  I hope you do,
too. -�

    -�It -(TM)s pretty slinky, that -(TM)s for sure, -� he said.  Not
really knowing what else to say, he added,  -�You, my Dear, are gorgeous in
it! -�

    -�There -(TM)s a story that goes with this dress, -� she said.   -�I
-(TM)ve been dying to share it with you --waiting for just the right
moment. I actually found and ordered this dress right after Homecoming.  It
took forever to come.  I spent the rest of my clothes budget for this
semester, and almost half of my clothes budget for next semester on it.  It
wasn -(TM)t really that expensive, but with the exchange rate, shipping and
import duty from Columbia, it added up. -�

    -�Wow, Columbia? -� said Nate.

    -�It -(TM)s kind of funny.  When I ordered it, it was supposed to be
for our date to Sadie.  But then we broke up.  But the dress took so long
to get here, that we are back together, so now I can wear it to Sadie with
you as my date, just as originally planned!  Cool, huh? -� said Dale.

    -�Destiny, I guess.  It was meant to be! -� said Nate.   -�How did you
ever come across a dress that you liked from Columbia? -�

    -�Remember the dance I was trying to show you the morning you made me 
-~Acon and Begg Sandwiches at Mary -(TM)s?  Well, this is the dress that
goes with that dance, -� she said.

    -�I really liked that dance dressed just as you were that morning, -�
said Nate.

    -�Nate, wrong answer, -� said Dale, giving him her signature punch, but
then she pushed him down on her bed and dove on top of him, kissing him.

    -�So, I want to tell you the story of the dress, -� said Dale, rolling
off of him and lying next to him on the bed.

    -�Please, -� said Nate.

    -�Well, you and I have an important need to fill.  We need an  -~our
song -(TM).  Every couple needs an  -~our song -(TM), right?

    -�Absolutely, -� agreed Nate.

    -�Well, I -(TM)ve now got two possibilities in mind.  Do you have any
suggestions? -� she asked.

    -�I -(TM)ve thought about it, Dale, but truth be told, I was a little
more focused on getting to a point where an  -~our song -(TM) would again
be needed, -� said Nate.   -�So,  -~no -(TM), I don -(TM)t have a specific
song to propose.  I am, however, quite excited to hear which songs you have
in mind.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 226: La Bicicleta

    -�Great!  First, the one that doesn -(TM)t go with the dress, -� said
Dale, getting up and going to her computer and opening YouTube.

    -�Rachel Platten.  She did  -~Fight Song -(TM), as well as the song
that you brought to my attention on the way back from Eatonville,  -~Stand
By You -(TM), -� said Dale.   -�By the way, I -(TM)m sure you liked her
dress in that video. -�

    -�I loved it, -� said Nate.   -�I couldn -(TM)t help but picture you in
it, sans bra and panties of course. -�

    -�I would so love to wear that dress that way, -� said Dale.   -�You
find the place, and we -(TM)ll get the dress.  College maybe, right? -�

    -�You could totally wear that dress in the Fiji house, -� said Nate.

    -�I didn -(TM)t have to wear anything in the Fiji house! -� said Dale.
-�I want to pledge the Fiji house! -�

    -�I think they -(TM)d take you, -� said Nate.   -�Even though I -(TM)m
sure their charter limits them to male members. -�

    -�But her dress, with it -(TM)s one slit all the way up the middle to
her belly button would be scandalous without the panties, -� said Dale.

    -�And the top without the bra underneath! -� said Nate.

    -�So, I decided to try and find a Rachel Platten song to be  -~our song
-(TM), -� said Dale.   -�And I found a nice one.  It -(TM)s called, 
-~Better Place -(TM).  It -(TM)s a nice love song.  Here, let me show it to
you. -�

   Together, holding hands, they watched the video as the song filled the
room.

   I'll tell the world, I'll sing a song It's a better place since you came
along Since you came along Your touch is sunlight through the trees Your
kisses are the ocean breeze Everything's alright when you're with me

   And I hold my favorite thing I hold the love that you bring But it feels
like I've opened my eyes again And the colors are golden and bright again
There's a song in my heart, I feel like I belong It's a better place since
you came along It's a better place since you came along

   I see the whole world in your eyes It's like I've known you all my life
We just feel so right So I pour my heart into your hands It's like you
really understand You love the way I am

    -�That is very nice, Dale, -� said Nate.   -�From my point of view, it
IS a better place since you came along.  I do see the whole world in your
eyes. -�

    -�You -(TM)re so corny, Nate, -� said Dale.   -�But two can play that
game.  It's like you really understand.  You love the way I am! -�

    -�I do.  I love you exactly as you are, -� said Nate, leaning in and
kissing her.

    -�Hard to imagine a better  -~our song -(TM), right? -� said Dale.

    -�And yet you have a second song to show me, and it has something to do
with this hot little dress, -� said Nate.

    -�Bingo! -� said Dale.   -�But first I have to tell you something. -�

    -�Tell me anything, -� said Nate.

    -�I haven -(TM)t even been your Nudity Slave for twenty four hours, and
already my life is different.  You haven -(TM)t even made me dress or
undress, -� said Dale.

    -�I made you take off your bra for dinner last night, -� said Nate.  
-�And I spanked your bot-bot. -�

    -�You did.  But that -(TM)s not my point, -� said Dale.   -�Suddenly a
giant burden has been lifted.  I -(TM)m not worried that my life is a house
of cards that might come crashing down at any moment.  You -(TM)ve got my
back, and now I can be me.  I can be Dale Jordan again!  I feel so good,
and I feel so happy.  I don -(TM)t feel like I -(TM)m living on borrowed
time.  That is how I was feeling before yesterday. -�

    -�It makes me feel so good to hear this, Dale! -� said Nate,
enthusiastically.

    -�It is great.  We -(TM)re going to conquer the world, together.  And I
-(TM)m not scared, -� said Dale.   -�I -(TM)m going to do exactly what you
tell me, with a single track mind, and life will be good. -�

    -�It -(TM)ll be great, -� said Nate.   -�Your enthusiasm is so
catching! -�

    -�I -(TM)m going to reclaim the old me.  I -(TM)m going to go out for
track, in college anyway.  I -(TM)m going to take up piano again.  I -(TM)m
going to get a motorcycle.  I -(TM)m going to make up with Michelle.  We
can be buddies again . . .  maybe.  And I -(TM)m going to be with you every
single day! -� said Dale, her enthusiasm higher than Nate had ever seen it
before.

    -�Michelle even? -� he asked.

    -�Of course, Michelle,  -�said Dale.   -�But don -(TM)t look so
worried. Just unfinished business, you know. -�

    -�You sound like a different person, -� said Nate.

    -�I am, -� said Dale.   -�You changed my life, and then you changed it
again.  We are going to have so much fun! -�

    -�We are going to have so much fun! -� echoed Nate.   -�I love seeing
you like this. -�

    -�I hope you love kissing me like this! -� she said, pulling him back
down on the bed and attacking him.

   After a few minutes of passion, Dale sat up saying,  -�But before we
wreck my dress, I do have another video to show you. -�

    -�I knew we -(TM)d get there eventually, -� said Nate.   -�But with a
girl like you, what -(TM)s the rush? -�

    -�With a guy like you! -� she said.  Pausing, she continued,  -�So,
Nate.  Any guesses on the dress yet? -�

    -�As if I might figure it out? -� he asked.

    -�Yep, you -(TM)re always talking like you think you -(TM)re getting me
all figured out, -� she said.  Dale saw the blank look on his face, so she
continued,  -�Nate, where is Shakira from? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t know, Columbia? -� he guessed.

    -�Right! -� said Dale.   -�I knew you -(TM)d figure it out if I gave it
away. -�

    -�Ha, ha, -� said Nate.   -�But I know how much you like Shakira.  So
that dance you were doing was a Shakira dance? -�

    -�Right again! -� said Dale.   -�You -(TM)re good! -�

    -�Ok, so show me, -� said Nate.

    -�Here -(TM)s the video, -� said Dale.   -�It -(TM)s called,  -~La
Bicicleta -(TM).  It -(TM)s actually a duet with Carlos Vives.  He -(TM)s
also from Columbia.  Well known too, I guess.  Just watch! -�

   She cued up the video and then hit play, turning up the volume a little.

   In the first few seconds, a night scene came on.  Shakira swinging her
hips to a  -~Shakira -(TM) chant.

    -�That -(TM)s the dress! -� exclaimed Nate.   -�God, she -(TM)s got
great thighs! -�

   Dale paused the video and punched him.   -�You -(TM)re supposed to think
that I have great thighs. -�

    -�I do, I do, -� said Nate.

    -�Just watch the video, -� said Dale, clicking to restart it.

   Nate watched the video, making an effort to not talk.  He wanted to.  He
recognized the dance she had been doing nude at Mary -(TM)s.  Throwing her
knees way apart, spreading her thighs in such an obscene manner.  It was a
lot less obscene with the dress panel hanging down between her legs, that
was sure.  He liked it both ways.

   The words of the song filled the room:

   Nada voy a hacer rebuscando en las heridas del pasado No voy a perder,
yo no quiero ser un tipo de otro lado

   A tu manera, es complicado En una bici que te lleva a todos lados Un
vallenato desesperado

   Una cartica que yo guardo donde te escribí Que te sue�+/-o y que te
quiero tanto Que hace rato esta mi corazón latiendo por ti, latiendo por
ti La que yo guardo donde te escribí Que te sue�+/-o y que te quiero tanto
Que hace rato está mi corazón latiendo por ti, latiendo por ti

   Puedo ser feliz, caminando relajada entre la gente Yo te quiero así, y
me gustas porque eres diferente

   As the video ended, Nate announced,  -�That -(TM)s the one! -�

    -�You think so? -� asked Dale, excitedly.

   In the first place, the dress had been a BIG giveaway, not to mention
that she was learning the dance.  It had been way too obvious which her
favorite was, and he knew how much Dale loved Shakira.  But he liked it the
best anyway, so even basing it solely on his own opinion, he would have
picked  -~La Bicicleta -(TM).



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 227: Slave Rules

    -�Why do you like it? -� asked Dale, somewhat suspiciously.

    -�Well, I like them both, -� said Nate.   -�But the Shakira/Carlos
Vives song is young, fun, full of life.  Everything about it reminds me of
us, but especially of you.  You look quite a bit like Shakira actually
--her hair is longer.  But she is full of energy and seems to love life! 
That more than anything is why this song is perfect. -�

   Dale hugged him excitedly.  He knew instantly that he had nailed it. 
There probably hadn -(TM)t been a wrong answer, but she had put him on the
spot and he had nailed it!  Good feelings surged through him.  How great
was it to have a beautiful lover, and make her happy, too?

    -�I feel so full of life, Nate.  Especially this last day.  I want to
be your Nudity Slave forever! -� said Dale.

    -�Good! -� said Nate, smirking.

    -�I mean it.  Don -(TM)t act like I -(TM)m not serious! -� said Dale. 
-�Now I only have to worry about what I enjoy worrying about.  There are
definitely things that I don -(TM)t enjoy worrying about. -�

    -�You, Dale --you are an odd duck, -� said Nate.   -�But which song do
YOU prefer? -�

    -�The same one, for the same reasons, -� said Dale.   -�But you
probably guessed that.  But so what!  As long as you are being honest with
me.  And I think you -(TM)d tell me if you liked the other song better. -�

    -�The other song is appealing because it is, and because it relates to
the songs of our breakup, -� said Nate.   -�But frankly, for me, I don
-(TM)t really want  -~our song -(TM) to commemorate our breakup.  Maybe
that breakup will end up being what made our relationship bulletproof, but
at this moment in time, I -(TM)d rather forget about it.  It was hard on
me. You aren -(TM)t the only one who cried. -�

   Dale hugged him, and he continued,  -�The Shakira song on the other
hand, reminds me of learning Spanish with you.  It reminds me of your 
-~Suerte -(TM) hula hoop show.  It reminds me of you dancing naked while I
cooked breakfast.  And given the dress, it will remind me of the memories
we -(TM)ll make this weekend at Sadie.  In short, it reminds me of the very
things I want to remember when I -(TM)m old and grey. -�

    -�And it -(TM)s going to remind you of one other thing, -� said Dale. 
-�But you -(TM)re not going to learn what that is for a while yet. -�

    -�Now you -(TM)re making me curious, -� said Nate.

    -�Too bad, -� said Dale, sticking out her tongue quickly and pulling it
back in just as quick.   -�And in a way, you remind me of Carlos Vives. 
But not because you look like him.  Just because he looks like a fun guy to
be around.  You -(TM)re a very fun guy to be around! -�

    -�I presume you -(TM)ve got the lyrics all translated, -� said Nate.

    -�Mostly, and they mostly fit, -� said Dale.   -�Something about
keeping a small letter, but then the part that they sing together goes,

   Que te sue�+/-o y que te quiero tanto Que hace rato esta mi corazón
latiendo por ti, latiendo por ti

   Which means,

   That I dream of you and that I love you so much That for a while now my
heart has been beating for you, beating for you

   And I like a part that just Shakira sings which includes,

   Puedo ser feliz, caminando relajada entre la gente Yo te quiero así, y
me gustas porque eres diferente

   Which means,

   I can be happy, walking relaxed among people I love you the way you are,
and I like you because you are different

   She continued,  -�I like that a lot.  It fits what I feel.  I DO love
you the way you are, and you are different.  I -(TM)m glad you -(TM)re
different.  Different is fun! -�

    -�And you -(TM)re learning the dance!  And you -(TM)ve got the dress!
It -(TM)s too perfect, -� said Nate.

    -�I -(TM)ll show you the dance another time, -� said Dale.   -�When my
parents aren -(TM)t home.  My bedroom is too cramped, and the dance is a
bit too provocative, even dressed, to do in front of them.  But I will do
it at Sadie.  They -(TM)ll be playing both songs for us.  I -(TM)ve got
that locked and loaded. -�

    -�How -(TM)d you manage that? -� asked Nate.

    -�I -(TM)ve got friends in all the right places, you know that, -� said
Dale with a wink.

    -�And I -(TM)ve got Slave Rules for you, Miss Nudity Slave, -� said
Nate taking a couple sheets of paper out of his back pocket and unfolding
it.   -�I can give you an unwrinkled copy later.  I just didn -(TM)t want
your parents to see it, so I folded it up. -�

   Dale started skimming through her new rules.

    -�Rules to live by, huh? -� she said.   -�At first glance, this looks
like a pretty boring existence. -�

    -�Yep, I pretty much described therein how a normal girl lives. 
Undress for your shower, get dressed after your shower.  Leave the house
dressed, return dressed, -� said Nate.

    -�It never says that I get naked.  It only says that I don -(TM)t get
naked, -� said Dale, her disappointment evident in her voice and
expression.

    -�Of course it doesn -(TM)t say that you get naked, -� said Nate.  
-�The nudity will be the exceptions.  Those will be mostly one of a kind
events that will happen when I am with you.  Those instructions will mostly
be verbal.  This document tells you what to do all the other times.  But
this needs to be crystal clear; you won -(TM)t be getting dressed after
your shower because you have decided to get dressed.  You will be getting
dressed then because you are obeying me!  And you will be obeying me
because you are my Nudity Slave, and you want to make me happy! -�

    -�I guess it makes sense.  I DO want to make you happy --very happy, -�
said Dale.   -�I want to be your Nudity Slave. -�

    -�It doesn -(TM)t really matter what you want, -� said Nate.   -�Now
you ARE my Nudity Slave, so now you have to obey.  That -(TM)s your
reality. And about the dress.  Are you wearing underwear? -�

    -�No, -� said Dale.   -�Underwear doesn -(TM)t really work with this.
There might be panties that are cut high enough on the leg, but all of mine
would show at the top of these slits.  Or flesh colored panties might work.
But bra wise, forget about it. -�

    -�Will your pussy show by accident when you dance? -� he asked.

    -�No, I don -(TM)t think so, -� said Dale.   -�Trying to swing her hips
wildly to see what would happen. -�

    -�It looked to me like they cut one of Shakira -(TM)s clips abruptly
because the flap probably flew up such that she flashed the camera, -� said
Nate.

    -�I saw that too, -� said Dale.   -�But I think it will be alright. -�

    -�Okay, then, -� said Nate.   -�No bra or panties for Sadie. -�

   Dale had been expecting him to say please, or ask her if she agreed, but
he didn -(TM)t.  At first she was surprised, but then she decided that she
liked it better this way.  It was her new reality, and deep down inside it
worked for her.  A  -~please -(TM) would have implied that the choice was
hers.  She knew that it was not. -�

    -�What if I get my period? -� she asked.

    -�You -(TM)ll need to keep me informed about that, -� said Nate.   -�I
-(TM)ll have to incorporate that into your Slave Rules sheet.  I should
have already taken that into account. -�

    -�You probably should have, -� said Dale.   -�Periods have been a part
of my old reality, and they will be a part of my new reality. -�

    -�Okay, Dale.  As much as I love the new dress, -� said Nate.   -�It
-(TM)s time to take it off and hang it up.  I -(TM)d like to keep it fresh
and unwrinkled for the dance. -�

   As she started to remove it, Dale said,  -�I -(TM)m only taking it off
for the dress -(TM)s sake? -�

    -�Not just for the dress -(TM)s sake, -� said Nate.   -�If you must
know, I like how you look and feel naked.  Get naked and come here. -�

   As instructed, Dale slipped off the dress, and the two of them enjoyed a
little romantic quiet time together.

   A bit later they managed to say goodnight and retreat to their
respective beds.  It was, after all, a school night.  Unlike the night
before, Dale actually managed to sleep in her own bed.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 228: The Principal -(TM)s Office

   Wednesday was a very ordinary day at Prospect High for Nate and Dale,
all the way through lunch, but that was to change quite drastically.  About
half way through fifth period, Mrs.  Shepherd, the Cheer Squad Advisor,
suddenly opened the door of Dale -(TM)s English class, telling Mrs. 
Barnett that she needed to have  -~Miss Jordan -(TM) accompany her.

   Dale instantly experienced strong feelings of d�(C)jà vu.  It had been
the very same class that Mrs.  Shepherd had come and gotten her from after
the bungee jump photos reached the faculty -(TM)s attention.  The d�(C)jà
vu was only going to get worse as Mrs.  Shepherd again headed straight for
the Principal -(TM)s Office, walking purposefully, saying nothing, and
looking straight ahead.

   As they walked into the outer office, the door to Mr.  McRoberts -(TM)
office opened.  Dale, already in a state of anguish, was very surprised to
see Nate standing just inside the Principal -(TM)s inner office.  Mr. 
McRoberts dismissed Nate, and as he exited Mr.  McRoberts called out to
them,  -�Dale, Janice, please come in. -�

   Dale looked searchingly into Nate -(TM)s eyes as they passed each other.
She so much wished there was a chance to confer, but in an instant he was
gone, and she was alone in the Principal -(TM)s office with Principal
McRoberts and Mrs.  Shepherd with the door closed.

   Mr.  McRoberts stood and indicated a chair.  Dale took a seat.  As she
had done before, Mrs.  Shepherd went and stood leaning against the window
sill, looking at Mr.  McRoberts with her arms folded.

   Dale felt her phone vibrate, and glanced at it quickly.  It was a text
from Nate, so she decided to risk reading it.  Mr.  McRoberts and Mrs. 
Shepherd seemed distracted, looking at each other, as if trying to decide
how to begin the discussion.

   Nate -(TM)s message read,  -�Stick with the victim story.  It -(TM)s
true and they -(TM)ll believe it if our stories match.  I gave them Alexa
-(TM)s name.  Try and not give them any other names.  Let Alexa rat out the
others.  Love you! -�

   Bravely, Dale looked up, asking,  -�So, who -(TM)s going to tell me why
I -(TM)m here, and why Nate was here? -�

    -�Dale, we don -(TM)t want to be here.  I don -(TM)t want to be
disappointed in you, -� said Mrs.  Shepherd.  Speaking to Mr.  McRoberts,
she continued,  -�Show her the photos. -�

   Without saying anything, Mr.  McRoberts swiveled his monitor so that
Dale could see it.  In the first full-screen image, she saw herself
crouched down nude on a small roof.  She instantly realized that she was
looking at a photo of her escape from Jodie -(TM)s party.

   The second photo included Nate.  The two of them were making their way
along the narrow roof.  She was of course nude, and Nate was in his green
costume.  This second photo was particularly sharp and detailed.  She was
no longer crouching, and her angle was such that her completely bald pussy
was visible in great detail.  Similarly her nipple jewelry was quite
evident, especially to Dale -(TM)s trained eye.

   She found herself feeling somewhat violated.  That night she had been
the victim.  She wasn -(TM)t going to have to play the victim, she WAS the
victim.  Mr.  McRoberts had clearly been looking at nude photos of her,
exceptionally detailed photos, and the photos had nothing to do with
school. Just because she was a student there, hardly gave him the right. 
Her shock at seeing the photos was quickly replaced with indignation.

   The third image was similar to the second, very explicit.  Mr. 
McRoberts continued clicking through the photos.  The fourth and fifth
images showed Dale and Nate climbing down.  The sixth and seventh images
showed them from the rear, running away down the street.  There might have
been another image or two of them disappearing into the distance, but by
then Dale had seen all that she needed to see.  She looked down, again at
her phone.  She reread Nate -(TM)s message, but not because she needed to
--just to try and focus her mind.

    -�So, Janice, you don -(TM)t want to be disappointed, you say? -� said
Dale, purposefully calling her by her first name.   -�What should I be? 
Why are you two looking at naked photos of me?  Why are you standing by
while HE, -� she said pointing at Mr.  McRoberts,  -� --looks at such
photos --of a teenage student -(TM)s private parts.  Doesn -(TM)t this
cross the line for you?  Shouldn -(TM)t you be trying to protect me from
this sort of thing?  This would seem like a huge invasion of privacy, at
the very least. -�

   Mr.  McRoberts clicked, and his screen went black.

    -�Dale, why don -(TM)t you tell me what was going on in these photos?
-� said Mr.  McRoberts.

    -�Why don -(TM)t you tell me why my naked photos belong on a Principal
-(TM)s computer screen? -� said Dale, trying her best to come across as if
having her privates seen really bothered her.   -�Who else have they been
shared with? -�

    -�Now, Dale, calm down, -� said Mrs.  Shepherd.   -�You know very well
that we -(TM)re on your side.  We helped you after the Bungee photos were
circulating.  These photos are not circulating.  Only Mr.  McRoberts and I
have them, right? -� she said turning to Mr.  McRoberts as if suddenly
unsure.  Turning back to Dale she continued,  -�As you can tell from the
resolution, they -(TM)re not cell phone photos.  They were taken by an
adult with a quality camera.  They have not been seen by students.  They
were taken by a neighbor of the Parker -(TM)s.  This neighbor is delighted
that this was supposedly the last Parker Halloween Party. -�

    -�That -(TM)s exactly right, Janice, -� said Mr.  McRoberts.   -�She
has told us stories about what has gone on at that party.  This is not the
first year that she has complained to me, every year she sends me photos,
but this is the first time that she has shared photos with us involving
nudity.  To her the party is a major problem for their neighborhood -�

    -�Dale, what happened that night?  We want to help you, -� said Mrs. 
Shepherd.

    -�You can ask lots of people, -� said Dale.   -�I went to the party in
a costume, a homemade ice cream dress.  I made it myself --a rather nice
costume for homemade, I thought.  Tyler asked me, so he was my date.  But
then some girls at the party thought I would be better off without my
dress, without my shoes, without my underwear.  I don -(TM)t know why they
hate me.  Why do they hate me, Janice?  Why are they so mean?  What did I
ever do to them?  It was hardly my idea to be naked and escaping out an
upstairs bathroom window.  Nate helped me get away.  That -(TM)s pretty
much it, so what more do you want to know? -�

    -�Dale, you sound upset.  You sound mad.  Please don -(TM)t be mad at
us, -� said Mrs.  Shepherd.

    -�How would you react?  First that, now this.  You say you -(TM)re on
my side, but it feels more like you -(TM)re on their side, -� said Dale.  
-�It was terrible.  You -(TM)re making it worse. -�

    -�Who were the girls, Dale? -� asked Mrs.  Shepherd.

    -�Janice --I -(TM)m sorry --Mrs.  Shepherd, I can -(TM)t give you
names. I -(TM)ve got enough trouble without ratting out the girls who did
this.  I don -(TM)t know why they hate me, but the last thing I want to do
is make everything even worse, -� said Dale.   -�If you want to help me,
then delete the photos, and forget all about this.  This did not happen at
school or even a school event.  Mr.  McRoberts, don -(TM)t make this your
problem --it -(TM)s not.  It -(TM)s my problem.  It -(TM)s embarrassing
enough without any more people finding out about what happened --or
especially --seeing the photos. -�

    -�Where -(TM)s your dress, Dale? -� asked Mrs.  Shepherd, trying to
redirect the conversation.

    -�Someone must have it.  I sure don -(TM)t have it, but I -(TM)d like
it back.  My shoes, too.  It -(TM)s not very easy to get home naked and
barefoot on Halloween night.  Give it a try sometime.  Mrs.  Shepherd?  Mr.
McRoberts? -� said Dale, pleading for their understanding.

    -�Dale, I -(TM)m willing to believe your story --that you were stripped
and escaped.  However, we need names.  We can -(TM)t have students running
through town naked and we can -(TM)t have students doing this sort of thing
to other students.  You know who was involved.  You need to tell us, -�
said Mr.  McRoberts.

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, but I can -(TM)t give you any names.  I -(TM)d love
to see a little justice, but they -(TM)d only retaliate.  My life is tough
enough without that.  You couldn -(TM)t protect me.  Please, just forget
about this, -� pleaded Dale.

    -�We have to have names, Dale, -� reiterated Mr.  McRoberts.

   Dale maintained her silence, so Mrs.  Shepherd added,  -�Dale, help us
help you.  Who did this to you?  I -(TM)ve got some good guesses, but we
can -(TM)t do anything with guesses. -�

    -�Do we have to get your parents in here? -� asked Mr.  McRoberts.

    -�I don -(TM)t care if you do, -� said Dale.   -�I -(TM)m willing to
bet that you won -(TM)t do that.  You -(TM)re not going to show my mom and
dad the naked pictures of their daughter that you have on your computer
--that you -(TM)ve been looking at.  Somethings wrong with that.  Mrs. 
Shepherd?  This doesn -(TM)t offend you? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t want to feel like I am in a position in which I have to
punish you for failing to cooperate, -� said Mr.  McRoberts.   -�Don -(TM)t
force me to consider that. -�

    -�What? -� said Dale, taken aback.   -�Are you saying that you might
punish me for being stripped at a private party?  How could you?  Why would
you? -�

    -�Not for being stripped, -� said Mr.  McRoberts.   -�For not
cooperating, for withholding information. -�

    -�Go ahead and punish me for that, -� said Dale.  After a pause to
consider the possibilities, she continued,  -�I wonder what the girls who
were involved would think if they knew that I chose being punished over
ratting them out.  Would they be appreciative, and leave me alone?  Or
would they feel safe --emboldened --and come after me? -�

   They continued to push Dale to give them names, but she continued to
refuse.  Finally she felt fatigued with the whole matter.  She started to
break down.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 229: Alexa

   Mrs.  Shepherd moved to the seat next to her, attempting to comfort her,
but Mr.  McRoberts called her out of the office to confer, leaving Dale
alone.  Dale wiped her eyes and congratulated herself on her performance. 
-~Surely she deserved an Oscar for that, -(TM) she thought.   -~Too bad it
hadn -(TM)t been recorded, -(TM) she thought, but then she wondered,
looking around the office for any hints of hidden cameras.

   Within a couple of minutes, Mr.  McRoberts and Mrs.  Shepherd were back.

   Mr.  McRoberts said,  -�Dale, we are both so very sorry for what
happened to you that night.  Just because we feel an obligation to get to
the bottom of such things, please don -(TM)t blame us for what happened. 
We are not trying to make a difficult situation worse.  I -(TM)ll tell the
attendance office that you are excused for the rest of the day. -�

    -�But will you delete the photos? -� she asked.   -�It doesn -(TM)t
seem appropriate that you have them --with all due respect. -�

    -�Yes, not right away, but when appropriate.  After I -(TM)ve gotten
all the facts, -� said Mr.  McRoberts.

   Dale doubted that he would ever delete the photos.   -~Why would he?
-(TM) she thought.

   As she walked out, she saw Alexa sitting and waiting in the outer
office. Mrs.  Whitaker, the Drill Team Advisor was there as well.  Mr. 
McRoberts was obviously going to be speaking with Alexa next, and she
obviously had her faculty apologist in tow.

   As Dale passed by her, Alexa looked up, giving her a wicked squint-eyed
look.  Under her breath she said venomously,  -�You bitch! -� Dale
continued on past, avoiding eye contact.  Just out in the hall, Nate was
waiting for her.  She fell into his arms, finally allowing the tears to
flow.

    -�Let -(TM)s get out of here, Dale, -� said Nate, sympathetically.

   Dale nodded, burying her face in his chest.  Together they made a
beeline for the door, and minutes later were driving out of the school
parking lot.  Nate turned up a side street and found street parking within
a few blocks.

    -�Wow, -� said Nate.   -�That caught me off guard.  One minute I -(TM)m
in class, the next minute I -(TM)m in the Principal -(TM)s office looking
at about the sharpest pussy pictures I -(TM)ve ever seen. -�

    -�Thanks for your text, Nate, -� said Dale.   -�Without it, I might
have been lost, initially anyway.  With it, I think I nailed the
performance.  Too bad there aren -(TM)t Oscars for such things. -�

    -�Well, I -(TM)m glad to hear you sounding so upbeat, -� said Nate.  
-�What did you tell them? -�

    -�Whatever came to mind, -� said Dale.   -�I tried to make them feel
like they were in the wrong, especially Mr.  McRoberts, for looking at a
teen girl -(TM)s privates.  I tried to not overdo that, but I might have.
Your words from our drive to State came to mind,  -~Act like a normal girl
-(TM).  I tried to do what I thought an ordinary girl might do.  I think I
told them that I felt like they were helping the girls who stripped me, by
continuing to torture me.  Not in those words.  I was pretty flustered.  I
forget my exact words.   -�

    -�That was indeed bizarre, -� said Nate.   -�I felt the same way.  That
they shouldn -(TM)t be looking at the photos, or showing them to me. -�

    -�Wait, they showed them to you, didn -(TM)t they? -� said Dale.

    -�Yes, -� said Nate.

    -�Then they lied to me, -� she said.   -�They told me that no students
had seen them.  I -(TM)ll bet they are even showing them to Alexa right
now. -�

    -�Maybe, but I should hope not.  They could take her to task without
showing her the evidence, -� said Nate.   -�But the bottom line is that
your luck is holding. -�

    -�My luck? -� asked Dale.

    -�Of all the naked pictures that might have made their way to Mr. 
McRoberts, it happened to be the ones that can do you the least damage, -�
said Nate.   -�And the ones that create problems for Alexa. -�

    -�Oh, she was mad! -� said Dale.

    -�I know, -� said Nate.   -�She had some choice words for me.  I hope
she tattles on all her accomplices, and that they go after her. -�

    -�Michelle could beat Alexa to a pulp, but Alexa is probably too smart
to give up any names, -� said Dale.

   They continued to share notes about their respective experiences in the
Principal -(TM)s office, but eventually decided to go for a walk on the
seasonally closed golf course.  The walk ended up helping them both regain
their emotional footing.  And it helped them feel like a team, a rock solid
team, ready to roll with the punches and confront their new challenges
--together.

    -�You know, Nate, -� said Dale.   -�I was caught off guard today, but
not nearly as badly as Janice and Mr.  McRoberts. -�

    -�How so? -� he asked.

    -�Even though you had told them that I had been stripped, I could tell
how surprised they both were by my reaction, -� said Dale.

    -�They probably didn -(TM)t believe me, -� said Nate.

    -�Maybe not.  They acted like they expected this conversation to pick
up right where the last one had left off.  I -(TM)m sure that they thought
that I -(TM)d again be pleading the fifth.  Last time involved Alexa and
Mrs.  Whitaker feeding them photos, trying to hang me out to dry.  This
time the tables were turned. -�

    -�Most obviously, -� said Nate.

    -�What do you think they -(TM)ll do to Alexa? -� asked Dale.

    -�Probably very little, -� said Nate.   -�It might depend on if she
tattles on her co-conspirators or not.  But I doubt they can or will do
much.  Like you pointed out earlier, this was not at the school nor at a
school event.  They could hand it over to the police, but I can -(TM)t
imagine them deciding to do that. -�

   The next thing that happened that related to the photos of Dale escaping
from the Halloween party occurred the next day.  Again during Dale -(TM)s
fifth period English class, a runner delivered a note.  Mrs.  Barnett held
it at her desk until the end of class, handing it to Dale on her way out.

   The note informed Dale that she needed to visit Mrs.  Shepherd in her
classroom after the last class of the day.  That ended up being a nasty
trick.  On the one hand, she figured that it was not a meeting of great
importance as it was not in the Principal -(TM)s office and could wait
until the end of the day; however, it made it very hard for her to
concentrate during her remaining two classes.

   She exchanged texts with Nate, asking him to be with her at the meeting.
He was more than willing to accompany her.

   Mrs.  Shepherd was a little surprised when they came into her classroom
together, but it wasn -(TM)t a problem.  She had mostly sent for Dale so
that she could return her dress and shoes to her.  They had required Alexa
to bring them to school so that they could be returned to Dale via
intermediaries.

   There was no underwear with the dress, which seemed slightly strange to
Dale, but she figured that Alexa had just not bothered to keep them that
night.  While she did expect that they had just been lost or thrown away,
she did derive a little bit of secret amusement out of the idea that Alexa
might have kept them as a trophy of one sort or another.

   She tried to get some information out of Mrs.  Shepherd about what had
been said in their discussion with Alexa, but Mrs.  Shepherd was pretty
tight lipped.  It was her opinion that she couldn -(TM)t share such
information as it would violate Alexa -(TM)s privacy.

    -~So Alexa has privacy rights, but not me, -(TM) thought Dale.

   Mrs.  Shepherd did mention, however, that Alexa was an exceedingly
persuasive talker.  And how at certain points she had almost started to
believe that Dale had in fact deserved what had been done to her.

   That comment caught both Nate and Dale off-guard.  They were very
surprised to hear such a statement, especially coming from a faculty member
who was such a loyal friend of Dale -(TM)s.  To Dale it seemed to indicate
how someone, who she hardly knew, like Mrs.  Whitaker might end up siding
with Alexa.  It also helped to explain why Alexa had been able to recruit
accomplices so effectively.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 230: The Last Game

   Nate had to hurry to football practice, and Dale and Mrs.  Shepherd had
to be on their way to cheer practice.  These were important practices, as
the last game of the regular season was the very next day, Friday.  The
Sadie Hawkins dance on Saturday was destined to be the celebration of a
victory, or to be a subdued melancholy occasion, at least for the football
team and their ladies.

   If the Mavericks won the game, their chances of making the playoffs were
good, but not a sure thing.  It would come down to how other games in the
conference went that weekend.  As there were games on both Friday and
Saturday nights, the list of teams making the playoffs would most likely
not be known until Sunday.

   The cheerleaders had the luxury of practicing in the gym, but the
football practice would be outside as always.  Normally that wasn -(TM)t
much of an issue, but it had been cold and rainy.  Everyone was destined to
be wet and muddy.

   It didn -(TM)t end up being quite as bad as Nate had feared.  Even
though the field was a mess, the coaches did not pursue a very rigorous
practice.  Instead, they focused on the mental aspects of the game.  They
worked on tailoring a few plays, both offensive and defensive, to the team
they would be facing.

   Coach Maynard had decided that their old standby defensive play,
affectionately known as the I.U.D., would be the most effective.  For that
reason, they spent a lot of time lining up in the I.U.D.  formation and
discussing the various assignments of all positions based on how their
opponents plays might be seen to be developing just after the ball was
hiked.

   It was a difficult play for Nate, because he would usually rush the
quarterback, either trying to make the tackle if it was a pass play, or to
force the pitch.  However, in certain instances, he was supposed to cover
short passes to the tight end.  He had to make the right call and adjust,
usually even before the ball was hiked.  Many casual observers of football
only saw the physical aspects of the game.  It did, however, involve a lot
of quick thinking.

   That evening after dinner, Nate wanted to watch an oldie, the Matrix. 
Dale wasn -(TM)t too excited to see it again, but she hadn -(TM)t seen it
in years, so she went along with Nate -(TM)s choice.  She could tell that
he was keen on seeing it.

   They didn -(TM)t need to study.  As the game was so critical, teachers
had not scheduled tests for game day.  There was a pep assembly late
morning, and the football players were all wearing their game jerseys.

   Similarly, the cheerleaders were wearing uniforms.  Kenny grabbed a
quick photo of Nate and Dale in the Spanish classroom right at the start of
class.  They even took one after the bell rang, with the two of them
talking to Se�+/-ora Flores at her desk.  Kenny thought it might end up
being a great photo --two students speaking with a teacher on game day.

   Nate and Dale were disappointed that the cheerleader uniforms that had
been scheduled in advance to be worn for that game were not the uniforms
that included the skirt of the style that Alexa had worn at the party. 
They would not be able to find out who had loaned Alexa the skirt for at
least a another week, and only then if Prospect made the playoffs.

   Dale realized that finding out whose skirt it had been was likely only a
very insignificant piece of information, as well as a piece of information
that they wouldn -(TM)t be able to do anything with; however, it gave her a
mental boost.  It made her feel like a sleuth, and it made her feel like
she was doing something.  Feeling as if she were doing something to combat
Alexa, albeit something small, helped her to not feel completely
defenseless.

   Realizing that it might be his last pep assembly as a Prospect High
football player, Nate tried to concentrate on storing a few memories away
in the recesses of his brain --particularly memories relating to having his
own personal cheerleader.

   He also indulged in taking a few photos during the assembly  -" all of
them of Dale or including Dale.  At one point, she did  -~the needle -(TM)
while looking directly at him.  It brought back so many memories, and Nate
was delighted to have had his phone up and on camera mode.  He hoped that
that particular photo would come out.  All the others he didn -(TM)t really
care that much about, but he really wanted that photo of Dale doing  -~the
needle -(TM) and looking at him to be perfect.

   Just after the assembly, he spoke with Dale.  She was in a similarly
nostalgic mood.  They took a few selfies together, and in one of them she
did  -~the needle -(TM) at his request.  It would be Nate -(TM)s
consolation prize if the photo during the assembly was not completely sharp
and suitable for framing.  That was the one he wanted --the photo in the
course of a live assembly.

   Dale found it touching that he was so keen on that particular photo. 
She knew that he had a vast collection of nude photos, and yet this one of
her dressed was important to him.  She found it a bit surprising, but it
made her feel good.

   They both hoped that the team would make the playoffs, but they both
knew that the football season might end for good that very evening.

   They knew their relationship would go on, but somehow it would be
different come the end of football season.  So far, their relationship had
only existed in the context of football season.  Football practice had
governed how they met after school, and games had punctuated all of their
weekends together and had determined when their weekend trips had been
taken.

   For Nate, another aspect had been very significant --the feeling that
Dale was his own personal cheerleader.  That would be gone with the start
of basketball season.  She would still be a cheerleader, but he would be in
the bleachers with his friends.  She would still be cheering for the
Mavericks, but it would be entirely different.

   Unfortunately the football game that evening was an away game.  They
would not have home field advantage; however, it was in one of the closer
towns.  That meant that they would change in their own locker room and
travel to the game suited up.  For the more distant games, it was necessary
to pack their gear and suit up on site, usually in the girl -(TM)s locker
room.  Most schools used the girl -(TM)s locker room for visiting teams.

   Nate did not like away games much because he would generally see very
little of Dale.  They had to ride in separate buses.  Typically, he could
say  -~hi -(TM) to her briefly on the sidelines, but that was usually about
it.

   The team that they were playing had had a poor season, so the Mavericks
were expected to win easily.  Nate did not like games under those
circumstances.  The players had difficulty motivating to play their best,
and there was little glory in a win when it was the expected outcome. 
Largely there seemed to mostly be downside under those conditions.

   Friday had also been rainy, so the field was quite muddy.  They were ten
points up at half time, but by the start of the fourth quarter, Prospect
-(TM)s lead had been cut to three points.  Making everything worse, it
started raining again in the fourth quarter.  Just playing on a muddy field
had been bad enough.

   Dale was trying to watch the game as best she could from the sidelines.
It was hardly an ideal viewing angle; it helped to be up just a bit in the
stands.  The other team had the ball, which meant that Nate was in the
game. She was very devoted and enjoyed trying to follow him on the field.

   At the end of third down, she became aware that a player was down on the
field.  As usually happened under such circumstances, the coaches jogged
out onto the field to attend to his needs.

   The announcer informed the crowd that the player was,  -�Prospect number
seventy-nine, Nathan Miller, Defensive End. -�

   Upon hearing that, Dale moved along the sidelines, trying to find a spot
where she would be able to see what was going on out on the field.  In the
back of her mind, she knew that it was unlikely to be a serious injury, but
a serious injury was always a possibility.

   She didn -(TM)t realize it at first, but tears were starting to fill her
eyes, tears of concern.  She felt a sympathetic hand on her shoulder and
turned to see Susie, who offered her a comforting hug.

    -�I -(TM)m sure he -(TM)ll be fine, -� said Susie with genuine empathy.

   Dale was so glad to not feel alone at that moment, and she held on to
Susie for reassurance.  Together the two of them, in a close little huddle,
continued to watch the coaches kneeling on the field, talking to Nate, who
was lying flat on his back.

    -�Thank you, Susie, -� she said.

    -�He -(TM)ll be alright, I think, -� Susie continued.   -�He -(TM)s
tough.  I sure hope he -(TM)s not hurt badly.  We need him. -�

   Dale didn -(TM)t respond.  The entire crowd was focused on the small
group in the center of the field.  Dale tried to watch calmly, wiping her
eyes and taking solace in having Susie -(TM)s arm around her shoulder.  
-~Why had she not gotten to know Susie better earlier? -(TM) she found
herself wondering.  Everything about her was so genuine.

   It seemed to be taking forever, but in what must have been less than a
minute, they had Nate up and were assisting him off the field.

   The crowd gave a big cheer.  Nate hopped along on one foot, Coach
Maynard on one side, Coach Neal on the other.  Dale knew that leg injuries
could be serious, but she was relieved that whatever had happened did not
have anything to do with his head or his spinal column.  There was at least
some comfort in that.  Such injuries did happen, and they were typically
the worst.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 231: Carrying Nate

   As soon as they could manage, the football game resumed, Blake taking
Nate -(TM)s position.

   Even though she wasn -(TM)t officially supposed to, Dale went up behind
Nate where he was seated on the bench.  She threw her arms around him,
letting him know that she was there and that she cared.

   Nate had been quickly forgotten by the coaches and the rest of the team
as play resumed.  They had a game to win.  Even the crowd seemed to have
forgotten him.

    -�I think I felt something pop, -� Nate told her.   -�The quarterback
got rid of the ball, so I -(TM)m not supposed to crash into him.  I stuck
out my leg to try to stop my momentum --that -(TM)s when I felt it.  Coach
Maynard says I must have hyperextended my knee. -�

    -�Will it be alright? -� asked Dale.

   Nate didn -(TM)t have any idea, but Coach Maynard joined them as the
Prospect offense took the field.

    -�He -(TM)ll probably need an MRI, -� said Coach Maynard.   -�I don
-(TM)t think it -(TM)s his ACL.  It doesn -(TM)t seem bad enough to be his
ACL, but we won -(TM)t know until he gets in to see a doctor. -� Coach
Maynard went on to quickly explain the importance of both the ACL and the
PCL, but then he had to leave.

   Dale lingered a few moments longer, making sure that Nate was
comfortable and knew of her concern, but then she also had to get back to
her duties.  Cheerleaders were critical in winning games, at least that is
how Dale felt.  Deep down inside she truly believed that she could make a
difference.

   She wanted to be with Nate, but she knew that she couldn -(TM)t do
anything for him, and the game was close.  The team needed her.

   She felt that she had a real bond with the team, a bond that went far
beyond what they had with the other cheerleaders.  It was a bond that she
had spent years nurturing, and to her it was of the utmost importance.  She
couldn -(TM)t really explain it, but she loved her team.  She felt a part
of the team, the football team especially.  When she thought about it, she
knew that that was probably what she would miss the most after graduation.

   Unfortunately, the other team scored a field goal, tying up the score
just shortly before the end of the fourth quarter.  The game went into
overtime.

   It was a stressful end to an important game, but the Prospect Mavericks
scored their own field goal.  They won the game by those three points, and
the players carried their kicker one lap of the field on their shoulders to
celebrate.

   It felt good to win, but the enthusiasm was limited.  It shouldn -(TM)t
have been a close game.  The rain was also continuing to come down.  That
too put a damper on the celebration, and yet it felt good to conclude the
season with a game in the  -~win -(TM) column.

   When it was time to get to the buses, several players, Felipe among
them, showed up to assist Nate.  However, Coach Maynard held them back.

    -�I -(TM)m sorry gentlemen, -� he told them.   -�Tonight I have agreed
to a special request. -�

   Just then, Dale emerged from the crowd.  She stepped in front of Nate.
Turning around, she said confidently,  -�Hop up, big guy.  It -(TM)s time
for me to repay a favor. -�

   Nate placed his wet hands on her wet shoulders.  Leaning forward, he
asked,  -�Are you sure, Dale?  The buses are two, maybe three hundred yards
from here.  I -(TM)m heavy.  Not quite twice your weight, but still -- -�

    -�I -(TM)m sure, Nate.  I really want this.  You know how strong my
legs are.  Please don -(TM)t deny me this honor, -� she pleaded.

   Everyone stepped back, making room.  They were all observing the petite
cheerleader who was insisting on giving the big football player a
piggy-back ride.

    -�Okay, if you -(TM)re sure, -� said Nate, handing his helmet to Felipe
and wrapping his arms around Dale -(TM)s shoulders.

   A cheer went up as Nate got both of his legs up and supported, Dale
-(TM)s hands under his thighs.

   Turning her head slightly so he could hear her over the noise, Dale
said,  -�I love you, Nate.  It -(TM)s time for me to show you just how
much. -�

   She took her first steps in the mud, bearing their combined weight of
nearly three hundred pounds.  She felt her shoes sinking into the muddy
grass.

   The volume of the cheer increased as more people became aware of what
was going on.  The crowd parted, making a path for the two of them, their
hair and uniforms completely soaked.

   Quite a few people took their picture as Dale trudged her way through
the semi-darkness to the parking lot.  Due to outdoor, overhead lighting
they passed through bright areas but also shadowy areas.

   Their marked difference in size caught most people -(TM)s eye.  Nate
-(TM)s football gear, especially his shoulder pads served to accentuate the
extent to which he dwarfed Dale.

   But that wasn -(TM)t all that people were noticing.  Dale -(TM)s
expression was also so very memorable: concern, mixed with sheer
determination, mixed with a clear sense of purpose.  And Nate -(TM)s
expression, hard to read exactly, but also one conveying deep emotion.

   Kenny, too, was there with his camera.  He had been photographing the
game, but now he was attempting to record what was unfolding in front of
his eyes.  Several times, he ran ahead to gain another chance to photograph
the pair as they passed by.  He couldn -(TM)t remember ever having had the
good fortune to photograph a more moving, more emotionally charged event.

   Suddenly, he thought he was getting a glimpse of what it must feel like
to be presented with an opportunity to photograph something that had
Pulitzer Prize potential.  That very thought inspired him to make as good a
use of the opportunity as he possibly could.

   For Kenny, it was all the more meaningful, because not just one of these
individuals, but both of them were his good friends.  Although he knew that
few would believe him, he felt that Dale and he had actually become good
friends over the course of that semester, and he had her cell phone number
in his phone to prove it.

   It took a little while, but just as she knew she would, Dale succeeded
in getting Nate all the way to his bus without needing to take a single
break.  She was, after all,  -~The Little Engine That Could -(TM).  The mud
had been as much of an issue for her as had been Nate -(TM)s weight.  On a
few occasions she had slipped, almost going down, but every time she had
managed to recover her footing.

   Dale had wanted to stay with Nate and ride back on the team bus, and
Coach Maynard had wanted to let her.  However,  -~no girls on the football
team bus -(TM) was a hard and fast rule, so it couldn -(TM)t happen.  They
both knew that.

   The last thing Nate had said to Dale before she got back off his bus had
been,  -�I -(TM)m so sorry about the dance, Lover. -�

    -�Don -(TM)t worry about the dance, -� she had replied.   -�We -(TM)re
going!  Even if I have to carry you! -�