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 Waif by barelin

   Chapter 6

   In most small towns, high school sports are the major social events of
the week.  Yes, parents with children who played the lesser sports would
show up and root their offspring on whether those sports were tennis,
fencing volleyball, or swimming and diving.  What really put the area to a
standstill were the major sports; those being Basketball, soccer, and
football.  Girls' soccer was added to the program as a title nine balance
field sport for boys' football.

   Each of those sports had an event that was a
`close-the-town-down-we-are-going-to-the-game' show-stopping showcase.  For
football, this was Homecoming Weekend.  It started Friday with the parade
and alumni reception which was a dinner dance event held at the ballroom of
the local Holiday Inn.  During the parade, the Homecoming king and queen
and the princess court were presented.  Usually, the king and queen were
athletes, scholars, or a combination of both from the senior class.  These
were Kids who were popular due to their achievements rather than simply a
pretty face or well-muscled body.

   The princess and prince court were junior-class student-athletes who
would be the core group vying for the title of king and queen the following
year.  Most had worked hard in freshman and sophomore years to win a spot
on the princess court as juniors.

   Despite this, it surprised only Wendy Ann Ingrid Farrell that she was
spotlighted as `first princess' on this year's float.  Two months ago she
was a virtual stranger to everyone in the school, yet the junior class had
voted her on to the court with an overwhelming affirmation.  The second
princess won her spot with forty fewer votes than Waif.  "But, you deserve
this more than me.  I'm the new kid and you, well, you have been around
since kindergarten and everyone knows and likes you," Waif had protested to
Karin Romanoff when the announcements for the court were made.

   "No, you walk into a room and suddenly, if there was discord, there is
calm.  You can always lighten a moment with a joke or a funny take on the
situation.  You set the example of how to be nude in public and still be a
modest and virtuous girl.  We all thought, once stripped naked we would
turn into wanton sluts.  You set the example of how not to let that happen.
Well, okay, if you look at Margie or Nan your example didn't work for
everyone.  But, nearly all of us who are now nude are only comfortable with
ourselves and our nudity because you blazed the path for us.

   "Add to that the fact that almost every male jock and a couple of the
female ones as well, owes their academic eligibility to one small woman who
willingly began tutoring them, for free, and you have the prime reason
everyone voted for you.  Just sit there wave and enjoy it." Karin paused,
and then continued, "If I had been bold enough to do half the things you
have done since you have been my classmate, I might feel worthy to sit here
next to you."

   The Bayside High School Screaming Gull marching band led the parade with
the color guard and twirlers up front.

   Then came the Homecoming King and Queen and the court of princesses on
their float.

   Each of the regional elementary schools sent a contingent of junior
princesses to the parade.  Shoreside Park was represented by Ronnie Peters,
Brad Williams, Amy, and Tammy Farrell.  Ronnie and Brad represented the
middle school-age children, and Amy and Tammy the lower grades.  There were
sixteen students on this float six of them nude, and four of those came
from Shoreside Park.

   The next float traditionally held alumni football players and
cheerleaders, some of whom were parents of current players and
cheerleaders. Dave Wilcox and his wife were on that float as were Ivan and
Lori Romanoff.

   The last float held the current football team and cheerleaders.  Four of
the cheerleaders were nude, two having drawn vowels in the last round and
two who started the year as confirmed nudists.  The football players were
all in uniform.  Their turns at the letter draw would come following the
final game of the season on Thanksgiving afternoon.

   The floats paraded down River Road along a route lined with fans and
families waving and cheering and then into the football stadium where they
circled the field on the cinder track used for track and field running
events stopping on the home team side of the field.  The band marched on
the field and played the alma mater of the school and several rally songs.

   The cheerleaders did their routine asking the crowd, "Who's gonna win,"
and getting the answer "Bayside!" Followed by several "We can't hear you!"
calls from the cheerleaders and even louder yells each time of "Bayside!"
Then the cheer team changed to "Who yells loudest?" For which the crowd
knew the response to be, "Gulls Fans!".  A few exchanges of `We can't hear
you' and louder roars from the stands and when the crowd had screeched that
last response the cheerleaders stepped aside.  It was then that Dorothy
Suarez stepped up to the microphone and named the homecoming king and queen
and the junior princess court for the crowd.

   Louder cheering and the announcement that the football boosters and
alumni association expected to see all alumni and spouses at the dinner
dance later that evening and the entire Homecoming court would be at the
event along with the cheer squad.  The marching band performed another tune
while the stands emptied and the parade portion was complete.

   Ruth Anderson walked up to her three grandchildren and hugged them
telling them how proud she was of them all.  "Where's Mom?" Waif asked
expecting her mother to be there.

   "She was detained at the county courthouse, your other grandmother had a
preliminary hearing to set bail on her charges, she said to tell you she
was sorry to miss the parade but would be at the dinner tonight as my plus
one and she would catch you there." Ruth Anderson responded.

   "Look at the twins, they are exhausted from the excitement," Ruth
continued, "It is a good thing they are staying with Brett Peters tonight,
or that dinner and dancing would be no fun at all."

   Waif laughed at the twins when she glanced at them as their heads were
nodding even as they tried to fight to stay awake, "Come on, Bugs, it is
time to get you home to Ronnie's house.  Brad and Tad and Ronnie are going
to be watching you tonight, so you best behave, or no more sleepovers."

   "I'm a Bug!" yelled Amy.  "I'm a bug, too," responded Tammy, "I'm a
Stink Bug what kind are you?"

   "I'm a Bed Bug I bite and I chew!" Amy giggled and Waif regretted the
day she began teasing the twins with those nicknames.

   The alumni event that evening began following the parade.  Around
five-thirty Katherine Farrell walked into the ballroom and spotted her
mother and Waif walking in the buffet line.  After getting her name tag and
identifying herself as Ruth Anderson's daughter and Waif's mom, she caught
up to the rest of the family searching the selections for what they wished
to eat.  "Hi, Mom," Waif looked up and spotted her parent, "Try the
flounder, it is very flakey and totally boneless."

   "I just might, right after I try the cabernet or the merlot, Waif, it
has been one of those days," Katherine responded.

   "A white would go better with fish, but you name your poison and the
open bar is over to the left," Ruth told her daughter with a smile.

   "I am too tired to care, Mom, honestly.  Fiona's lawyers tried every
trick in the book to get her out on bail.  They cited health conditions I
never knew the woman to have, offered to surrender her passport and put up
her townhouse as collateral, and offered to have her wear an ankle bracelet
monitor, and at that point the judge almost relented.

   "I had to laugh, though; our prosecutor nailed the old girl and her team
when she told the judge that all the terms were agreeable to her, if and
only if, Fiona Farrell surrendered her entire wardrobe as well.  She could
be released on bail using her townhouse as collateral after surrendering
her passport and wearing the ankle bracelet but nothing else.

   "Fiona sputtered something into her lawyer's ear and he told the judge
that his client would rather stay in custody than have to be naked in
public.  So she's still in the county jail awaiting trial.

   "We go back to court after the grand jury hears the case.  If they vote
to indict her, a trial date will be set within a month of the grand jury
hearing.  Unfortunately for all of us, including Fiona, the grand jury
empaneled now ends its term on the thirty-first.  With the holiday season
coming up a new panel will not be seated until after the New Year. 
Meanwhile, her tricksters with law degrees will be looking for loopholes in
the law to get her out and get her off.

   "Rumor from the prosecutor has it that her lawyers want me, Waif, and
the twins to sit through sessions with a court-appointed psychologist to
determine if we are sane people as we wish to live our lives nude.  It
sounds as if this entire family will be put on trial before she goes on
trial.  They are hoping to wear us down.  The prosecutor told me that it is
not unlikely her lawyers will have a team of private investigators tailing
us, just waiting to catch one of us at a bad moment that can be used
against us to mitigate Fiona's actions." Katherine sighed and gazed
longingly at the bar set up across the room.

   "Go get your wine, we are at table ten, Waif is sitting with the
princess court at table three," Ruth Anderson told her daughter.

   King and Queen of Homecoming were more than a popularity or beauty
pageant.  Since the voting stressed the extracurricular activities of the
students selected for the title as voted by their peers, the football
boosters and the Bayside Alumni Association awarded scholarships to the
King and Queen as well as lesser ones to the junior class members selected
to the princess court.

   The King and Queen were awarded fifteen thousand dollar scholarships to
be applied to the tuition and fees at any university they wished to attend.
As first Princess, Waif was given a choice of a three thousand dollar
scholarship to the college of her choice or pending her grades and
achievements in her senior year, a full scholarship for four years to the
Philadelphia University for Fashion Industry and Technology.  The offer
would remain open until December of her senior year.  Each of the other
princes and princesses received the three thousand dollar scholarship.

   "Wow, Karin what is up with this?  They want to give me a full
scholarship to PFIT?  Why, I wonder?" Waif muttered to her fellow princess
seated next to her at the banquet table.

   "I can think of a few reasons, Waif.  First, you deserve it.  Second,
PFIT will be a perfect fit for you; the campus is a `life model' school
with clothing having been optional for about five years now.  The emphasis
on `totality of person' is what you have been doing by example since you
arrived here.  The vice chancellor of the university is an alumna of
Bayside High School, an author, and an educator and has endowed more than a
few scholarships for various majors.  He is also Paul Wilcox's uncle as he
married Chief Wilcox's sister.

   "See her sitting beside the Chief, the tall nude woman with the silver
collar around her throat and the silver wrist cuffs and ankle bands, she is
the leading editor for a huge publishing house; the one that publishes his
books.  In fact, she acts as his personal editor before a manuscript leaves
his computer for print review." Karin replied.  Karin's nipples had
tightened as she looked at the collared woman one table removed from them.
Waif wondered if the air conditioning had kicked up a notch or if Karin
wished she was in that kind of, oh, wait, the flash of light in her brain
came just as the sound of her voice squeaked, "Is he the author of
SUBMISSION AS THE ROAD TO POWER IN THE BUSINESS WORLD?  If he is I doubt he
would give me a scholarship.  During my last long hospitalization, I picked
the book up off the cart the pink stripers wheel around out of sheer
boredom.  I read four chapters and wrote him a letter picking his premises
apart point by point.  Another four chapters and another letter went out. I
finished the book and wrote him one more letter.  He had waited I guess for
me to finish and send him the last letter before he responded.

   "The letter to me was four sentences long.  He thanked me for reading
the book.  He thanked me for taking the time to comment on his thesis.  He
noted that my experience with the business community appeared limited and
perhaps with more time in the workplace I would appreciate his ideas more.
Then he signed it.  I still have the letter, tucked into the book.  I guess
it is stored with the rest of our stuff from the old house in storage."
Waif ended her conversation with Karin as a fifty-something male slid up a
chair and sat beside her.

   "I was passing your table when I overheard your conversation, young
lady," the man who did not introduce himself to her said, "I just want you
to know I still have your letters, also.  Never have I read a
better-written defense of the opposite position from anyone.  In fact, not
using your name, I use parts of those letters in my undergraduate lecture.
Had I realized at the time that those words came from the pen of a
fourteen-year-old girl in a hospital bed, I might have added a line or two
to my response." He smiled and grasped her hand.  "You would be a most
welcome addition to the PFIT community, please keep our offer under
consideration."

   With that, he rose and excused himself, and returned to his table.

   "OMG, Waif, now you have done it.  I mean game on, girl.  He just
challenged you to go to HIS University and take on HIS premises in his
classes.  That, girlfriend, is a power move if I ever saw one." Karin
gushed.

   "We'll see what we will see," Waif said without committing to anything.
Her thoughts were of what Karin had just said; challenging a man of power
on his own playing field would take preparation and confidence.

   Saturday brought a day of clouds and warm temperatures, unusual for late
October but Indian Summer would last the weekend then Tuesday would begin
three days of rain and autumn would set in with a vengeance.  Paul and
Rowdy played a game of a lifetime.  Paul rushed for over one hundred yards
and scored two touchdowns.  Rowdy intercepted a pass from the opposing team
and ran it back for another six points.  Paul ran the ball in for a
two-point conversion and that would give Bayside the victory for Homecoming
by one point.  Whale, Moose, and Bear had played their hearts out as well,
allowing the holes to open for Paul to run and collapsing back on the
quarterback so that he was protected on his pass plays.

   Whale Richards pulled up to the Anderson house in his pride and joy, a
nineteen fifty-five Jeep Comanche pickup that he and his father had
restored to almost factory condition.  The one difference was the bucket
seats replacing the canvas over springs utility seating the old vehicle had
when the father and son found it in a junkyard.  The new seats and
three-point seat belts met the legal requirements for driver and passenger
restraint.

   He knocked on the door and was met by Katherine who smiled broadly and
invited him into the house.  Waif walked down the steps from the second
floor and saw him there, smiling up at her.  He was wearing a formal bow
tie; Nothing else, just the bow tie.  He held out a box with a wrist
corsage in it.  Katherine took several pictures and the couple was off for
their night at the Homecoming dance.

   Dance they did, from the first to the final.  Whale Richards, six feet
four inches two hundred forty pounds of muscle was as light on his feet as
any dancer on that television show with the mirror ball as a prize.  When
Waif tired, Whale slid his hand under her bottom, picked her up off of her
feet, and simply carried her around the dance floor.  She felt like a baby
in the arms of her father and snuggled into the boy's muscular chest simply
enjoying the masculine smell of him.

   For the first time in her life, Waif was thinking of a boy in THAT way.
The ride home found her wet and squirming on the bucket seat and hoping she
wouldn't soak the towel she sat on.  Whale pulled the truck over in the
drive of her house and got more than he expected.  She kissed him like she
meant it.  Long and passionate enough that he too reacted as all teenage
boys do, his penis hard and erect.  She looked at him and said, "I've
never..."

   He laughed and said, "Neither have I, but I sure wouldn't mind if you
were my first.  But, you deserve more than a quickie in the front seat of a
pickup truck, Waif.  Do you want to go somewhere else or perhaps wait until
another time?"

   "Point Dunes Park, NOW," Waif commanded, "Before we both chicken out."

   Two hours later the girl was a woman and she laughed that she had sand
in places no girl wanted sand to be.  Whale Richards rubbed her shoulder
and said nothing.  Words would ruin things; there would be time for words
tomorrow.  He walked her to the door and kissed her one more long good
night kiss.

   "Call me, maybe," she asked as he walked down to the truck.

   "First thing I wake up in the morning and last thing I do before I go to
sleep tomorrow night, Waif.  Thank you again for the best night of my
life."

   "And thank you for the best night of mine," she smiled wistfully and
slipped inside her front door.

   Ruth and Katherine were waiting in the sitting room.  As Waif glided
through Ruth coughed to get her attention, "Well, did you have a good time
at the dance?"

   "Gramma, I had a fabulous time at the dance and an even better time
after it.  That is all you get from me tonight, I'll talk to you both in
the morning."



   Chapter 7

   Walking In A Winter Wonderland

   The second of the three, `town-stopping events' at Bayside Regional High
School [home of the Screaming Gulls] is the mid-winter basketball classic
tournament.

   To be fair, before political correctness, the event used to be called
the Christmas Basketball Classic.  Now it is the Mid-winter Basketball
Classic.  It is run, much as is the NCAA March Madness tournament.  Twenty
high school teams which normally do not have each other on their schedules
due to conference or regional differences are invited.  Play begins the day
following the closing of school for the winter break and continues until a
champion is determined on December 31st.  Five games a day involving ten
teams each on the first two days of play.  This round is a single
elimination loser going home, the winner advancing to the next round.  The
ten teams left go into pool round-robin play over three days.  The six
teams with the worst records leave after this round.  The four teams with
the highest win average then play each other to determine the champion of
the tournament over the next two days.

   Most of the town of Bayside is involved with hosting and hospitality of
visitors from the competitor's schools and player families.  The spillover
into the eight sending school districts is quite large as well.  Shoreside
Park, with its rental bungalow and bed and breakfast business slack after
the summer peak welcomes many team families who will remain to see the
tournament even if their teams have been eliminated.

   Two things changed in the Anderson/Farrell house following Homecoming
weekend.  The first was, of course, Richard "Whale" Richards was now a
regular visitor and surrogate family member.  The twins adored him and
Grandmother and mother approved of him.  Yes, they knew he was Waif's
"first" and neither woman minded particularly after seeing what a gentle
giant of a boy Whale was with all three of the girls.  The Jeep Comanche
became a regular fixture in the Anderson driveway, starting after the
finish of football on Thanksgiving Day.  The players grabbed letters from
the Scrabble bag in the locker room and Whale drew an "A".  He smiled
shrugged and toweled off to meet Waif stark naked.

   The twins were even more impressed than Waif.  Whale was their first
`big boy' and they had all types of personal questions.  Whale proved he
was comfortable with them and the family by not turning away a single one
and answering them all in a way the eight-year-olds understood.  Whale's
home district of Ocean Pines was not as liberal as Shoreside Park within
its elementary feeder school.  Rita Richards, Whale's ten-year-old sister
often came to play with the twins when Whale visited when she did she took
the opportunity to practice being nude in a nonjudgmental setting.

   It was as serious a high school romance as such an intense first round
of real loving emotion became.  Waif and Whale were everywhere together and
very comfortable with each other.  Coincidentally, Waif had felt ill a few
days after the couple did the deed.  She spent three days in bed and
another two just lazing about the house with every joint in her body giving
off aches.

   Usually, a family marks a growth spurt with the suddenly shorter skirt
or pant leg on the growing child.  When you live life naked there is no
such artificial marker.  Waif realized on day five of her `illness' that
things in the kitchen storage cabinet she once stood on tiptoe to reach
were now easily within her grasp flat-footed.  She yelled for her mother to
bring the tape rule that was kept in the tool kit and stood in a doorway
while her mother confirmed the new height with the measuring device.  The
once four-foot ten-inch tall Waif was now a full five foot two [158 cm]. 
Katherine Farrell also pointed out the swelling of Waif's bust line
indicating the beginnings of breasts.  The twins noticed a few wisps of
hair around her pubic bone.  Puberty had finally struck the
eighteen-year-old and it was welcomed as a final indication her medical
problems were behind her.

   Late in November, about the time of the final football game, Waif
experienced her first cramping.  No flow, just the bloated cramping nasty
menstrual symptoms she had avoided for most of her teen years.  Wisely
anticipating what might happen the next month Ruth Anderson came home one
afternoon with a package of Hanes Her Way boy briefs and a box of sanitary
napkins `just in case.'

   The need came in the middle of the night on day three of the Mid-Winter
Basketball Tournament.  Waif reappeared from the lady's room clad in aqua
boy briefs and asked Whale to take her home.  Tea, toast, and Grandmother
Ruth's back rub helped her get through the first night of misery and
cramping.  All was normal by day three and the family was able to watch the
two semifinals and then the championship and consolation games together. 
The cheer competition following the championship game found Bayside tied
for second place with Mountain Grove High while the overall championship
cheer team was awarded to Mountain Creek High School.

   The teams and cheerleaders from the schools in the tournament were
invited to the awards dinner and dance, many of the visitors spending time
with Bayside students reviewing the policies this district had concerning
nudity in school and the community.

   Waif became the most popular student sought out to discuss Bayside
Regional High School policies.  One girl, the cheer captain from Mountain
Creek High, named Lisa Ki-Moon, talked about how happy the `naked kids'
appeared in Bayside High.  "Our kids are always being touched and stopped
for requests; it makes them feel dirty and confused.  If the purpose of the
Program is to allow people to feel comfortable in a clothing-optional
society, then what does that have to do with sex?"

   "Good point and the clear answer is; not a thing.  It gets confusing
with the reading of the law, Lisa," Waif responded, "My Grandmother fought
with the state legislature to have the `request' portion of the law struck
down.  However, the national model law passed by Congress and signed by the
President to make it the law on federal lands allows for `stimulation for
educational purposes'.  Grandmother told our legislature that allowing for
something did not equate to a mandate in favor of it.  So the state has
allowed each school district to implement parts of the law the locality
feels are within community standards.  Some school boards failed to
recognize their discretionary powers and just pushed the whole package on
the schools in their districts.

   "Here we do not publically paddle, although it is on the books as a
possible punishment for gross misbehavior.  The eight feeder schools for
the high school allow paddling by a parent of the child to be punished only
if the offense was one of a physical nature against another student.  The
young ones soon realize that hitting or tripping will get you naked over
dad or mom's knee at the Friday assembly and all the kids in the school
will witness your punishment.  My sisters go to Shoreside Park Elementary
and this school year there has only been one such incident.  My boyfriend,
Richard comes from the Ocean Pines district.  His sister, Rita, told the
twins they have had three disciplinary assemblies this year.  One girl
slapped another during a basketball game, who after her ten with a ping
pong paddle, cried then hugged the girl she hurt and went on to be best
friends with the girl.  The other was a boy known to be a bully.  When he
repeated the same offense against a weaker boy taking the boy's lunch money
and pushing him to the ground he was given fifty by his mother who then
signed the paperwork to have him remain naked for the rest of the school
year.

   "Rita says no one teases him, they simply shun him.  Or most do, the
little boy who was his victim turned around and befriended the bully.  A
few others in his grade level also rallied around him.  One was a neighbor
who quietly told his teacher and classmates that the boy was having a hard
time at home since his mother was raising him alone after his dad was badly
wounded overseas and hospitalized, in a military hospital in another state.
Money is tight and the boy often went hungry.  His former victim started
bringing two lunches and sharing them with the boy.  Both his mom and the
boy are now in counseling dealing with the grief of having a wounded
warrior in the family.

   "What I'm saying is sometimes discipline can lead to something positive.
But, I do not believe that it should be humiliating.  I find the whole
public relief thing to be just that." Waif finished.

   "But isn't that all about learning to appreciate the freedom of your
sexuality," another voice came into the conversation, Kip Anson of the
Mountain Creek Basketball team and Lisa's boyfriend, "We are told that
self-pleasuring is just the same as public displays of affection.  They are
perfectly fine as long as no one is offended by the behavior."

   "So, if the two of you felt the need to copulate, say right here on this
table during the dinner dance, you would do so if no one was offended by
it?" Whale asked the question, coming back to the table with plates of food
for Waif and himself and catching the end of the conversation.  "I, for
one, would find myself losing my appetite; both for food and the pleasure
of your company."

   "Most of us would," Karin Romanoff added.  Paul Wilcox on her arm as her
escort nodded in agreement.

   "Sex in public is not so much a display of clinical anatomical and
physiological positions as it is a discrete form of intimacy between two
people who care for each other.  It is one thing to sneak under the
lifeguard boat on the beach and make love with your lover.  It is quite
another to be forced to perform alone or with someone else in front of a
classroom of students in school, just because you happen to have an
erection or if you are a girl are a bit damp between your legs." Paul
concluded.

   "I agree," Whale added.  "What Waif and I do or do not do is up to us as
a couple, and we should not be forced to perform for an audience like
circus animals simply because one of us is aroused."

   "Wow, you guys live in a completely different world than we do.  I think
I would like nudity if it was consensual and not forced.  I believe I would
like it better if the school was less about masturbation and more about
education.  But how can we get the warped policies of our district to
stop?" Lisa asked.

   "When the school board stands for reelection, vote the present board out
and replace them with people who have the same views and values as you
have," Whale replied.  "Then keep an eye on them as well as pressure to
assure they follow up on the promises they made when you elected them."

   "You both are over eighteen, you could make a start by taking the stand
that you will be candidates for the school board and state in your campaign
not only what you are against but what you favor.  You would be perfect
since both of you have been through the program you object to and can tell
voters why and how you wish to change it," Waif added.

   "Wow, that is a lot of heavy stuff to think about," Lisa said and Kip
nodded in agreement, "I guess the only way to have limits set is to be in a
position and a place to set those limits.  I'm not saying we would run
ourselves, but, my mom might and Kip has a brother who just finished law
school.  He might be able to put all the legal stuff together for us to use
in a campaign."

   "Look, I started as an accidental nudist.  I never intended to become a
crusader, just to try and pass as well, as someone who wasn't who she
seemed to be.  Until a few months ago I looked like an eleven-year-old and
had since I was eleven.  It had to do with some really bad medical issues.
Now I have grown, several inches, and I'm losing that straight up and down
look.

   "Whale just told jokes about my ribs and my hips meeting in the vicinity
of my navel, a few months ago.  Now he compliments me on having a place for
his hand to rest in the curve of my hip." She smiled as Richard Richards
massaged her shoulders, letting out a sigh, "Now, that's why I keep him
around.  The boy has marvelous hands." She smiled up into his eyes and
winked.

   Lisa giggled, "Perhaps your Whale could give my Kip a few pointers."

   "Public displays of affection are not necessarily sexual," Whale
responded.  "They are tender relationship-affirming acts that show the
couple to be bonded on a special level, not just two animals rutting in
heat." He continued to massage his girlfriend's shoulders and upper back.
"Waif was my friend, my tutor, and my mentor, long before we dated or were
a couple.  She was all that and more while naked and while I still was
wearing clothing full-time.  I fell for the girl inside the wrapper that is
her body.  I fell for her personality, her wit, her brains, and her
strength of character.  I want THAT to be the best part of our
relationship. If you can make that the best part of your relationship, then
you will get why nudity has nothing to do with sexuality.  You are
attracted to a person for who she or he is not what he or she looks like if
it is love.  Otherwise, it is lust and it will never last."

   Waif and Whale went on the dance floor for the slow song that was
playing.  When that ended they slipped away to the Jeep and went back to
the Anderson house.  Whale called his mother and told her that Rita and he
were staying over for the night.  The twins and Rita fell asleep in front
of the television, on the floor in their sleeping bags, while watching a
DVD of an old Disney cartoon movie.  Wrapped in each other's arms Waif and
Whale soon followed dozing off on the day bed.  Ruth Anderson walked in
quietly and covered them with a light blanket.  The daylight would bring
the first day of a new year, and more experiences for the Farrell clan and
their circle of friends.



   Chapter 8

   Molly Malloy sat in Ruth Andrews's kitchen the discussion concerned
tenure for three teachers now completing their fourth year of teaching and
by time spent in their positions now eligible.

   "Melina Morrow has been innovative and well-liked by her students since
she arrived at Shoreside Park Elementary, Ruth, and I definitely would, as
the steward of the teacher's union here in SP and as a colleague, would
recommend her for tenure," Molly looked up from the folder in front of her
and scratched a bug bite on her bare thigh.

   It was the middle of April, the school would be out for the summer in
late May and teachers not attaining tenure would need time to shop their
resumes to other districts.  Molly was also currently recruiting for the
lifeguard and beach control for the summer season which would begin for
Shoreside Park just after the close of school.

   For her, it is a seamless transition, a teacher in the nude on Friday, a
lifeguard in the tower seat still nude the following Monday.  The back
burner agenda today was Molly Malloy seeking Ruth Andrews's permission to
recruit Wendy Ann Ingrid Farrell as a lifeguard for the summer.

   "What about Martin Baker," Ruth asked, "His seventh-grade classes seem
to like him, even if he is a `textile teacher' and he has shown ability in
interesting all grades five through eight in Earth Sciences and Geology."
She paused, then added, "My one concern is that he does not seem to want to
take on the extra duties most teachers have done.  He does not sponsor a
club nor coach a team and he seems to want to leave as soon as the final
bell of the day rings."

   Molly responded, "His mother passed away when he was very young, and his
dad was never in the picture as a parent.  The father worked in Colorado
for a mining company and sent money for his support but did not really want
him.  Fortunately, he was raised by a maiden aunt who basically gave up her
life to become his surrogate mother.  She is suffering from early-onset
dementia.  He has a caregiver for her during his work hours but rushes home
to be with her after school and sits with her all night.

   "He knows that in a year or two she will need full-time care in an
institution, but for now and as long as he can he wishes to keep her in
their home surrounded by the things with which she is familiar.  He told
me, `She gave me her whole life out of pure unselfish love.  I love her
with all my heart and the least I can do is allow her to have her normal
life at home for as long as possible,' and speaking with the other teachers
and his students they respect his commitment to his aunt."

   "I see, well that changes my vote to in favor of retention, I was
tempted to vote no tenure as I did not know his situation," Ruth responded.

   "That brings us to Laura Lonegan, Ruth, and truthfully, I am on the
fence with her.  I like her, she is a good teacher and was a fine section
leader for the beach patrol the past two summers, my concern is her fourth
graders seem to not respond to her discipline.  Granted they were no angels
when I had them as third-grade students, but, they seem to be getting even
wilder as they age.  If it is the kids and not the teacher I dread seeing
this class hit puberty in a year or two."

   "Once she has tenure, her removal will be far more difficult, should it
turn out it is HER and not the children.  Perhaps I will call her in for a
private interview and find out what issues she might be having, also I want
to speak to the person Waif refers to as `The Source' one Miss Veronica,
`Ronnie' Peters, that child has her fingers on more pulses and her thumbs
in more pies than Clara Barton and Jack Horner combined." Ruth said with a
straight face, getting the appropriate giggle in response from Molly
Malloy.

   The older woman showed the younger to the outer porch when Molly turned
back and asked, "Has Katherine reconsidered Waif becoming a lifeguard this
summer?  She has all of the qualifications, passing water safety instructor
courses while with the high school swim team this year and Red Cross Life
Saving.  She does the beach run with the team every morning just for
exercise and is a fit young woman.  I don't get Katherine's objection,"
Molly paused.

   "Katherine still sees the girl as the frail, sickly underdeveloped child
she was when she arrived on this doorstep last year.  The fact Waif has
grown five inches gained twelve pounds of muscle and is the picture of
health does not dispel her mother's memories of a sick-onto-death child.

   "I am hoping that the twins and I can talk her into it before the hiring
window closes.  Speaking of growth spurts, have you seen the `bugs' lately?
Those girls had best be volleyball or basketball players with the height
and thin reed bodies they are creating." Ruth smiled and winked.  Molly was
assured of her lifeguard and at least two girls for the Shoreside Park
recreational beach volleyball teams.

   "I'm sorry, Kate, but this is the most important assignment I've been
given in my military career and I am the best person for the job." Keith
Farrell told his wife by Skype.  "It will take a minimum of two and a half
more years.  I feel it is best to put the city townhouse up for sale and
put the contents in storage unless your mother can use furnishings for the
shore place, and Barney wants to buy out my share of the business
partnership.  That will give you a bit more flexibility financially."

   Katherine Farrell had just heard that her husband was `tour extended' by
the military.  The rebuilding portion of the mission in southwest Asia had
begun and as a civil engineer in civilian life, as well as a project
engineer for the Air Force, the Department of Defense had ordered his
extension on active duty to oversee the rebuilding of highways and bridges
damaged in the conflict.

   "What about Waif and the twins, Keith?  What should I do about your
mother and her child interference case?  Should I let Waif take the summer
job on the beach?  I need a little help here I feel overwhelmed." Katherine
was close to tears, she had expected Keith to be announcing a date for his
return home, not an extension of almost three more years away from home.

   "The girls will be fine, Kate, and Waif is more mature than you realize.
If her doctors tell her it is okay, at her checkup later this month then,
yes, she should get the experience and responsibility of the lifeguard job.
My mother and her lawyers are going to use every trick they can to keep her
out of prison, Kate.  She already has been able to reduce the two counts of
kidnapping to two counts of custodial interference and two counts of child
endangerment.  A good judge on a bad day might sentence her to a maximum of
three years in prison on each count and have her serve them consecutively.
But the odds are in favor of a concurrent sentence with no prison time less
the time she spent in county jail already, wearing an ankle monitor and an
order of no contact with the children.  My JAG officer here has been
advising me as to possibilities short of dragging the twins through a
trial. His suggestion is to let her plea bargain her deal, avoid the twins
having to testify in court against their grandmother and make a condition
of the deal that she never has contact with her grandchildren again, even
after the sentence is completed.  I'd say if your lawyer stateside agrees,
do it and get this matter resolved quickly while we can avoid the twins
having to be deposed and possibly testify in open court."

   "I think I can agree to that, the twins were already anxious about
having to tell what their grandmother did in court.  I agree to sell the
townhouse, Keith, but, and hear me out, there is a two-story seven bedroom
four bath eleven room house up for sale two doors down from my mother.  If
we get the price we should for the townhouse, we can afford this one.  I
think my mother would relish the kids being close but not under her roof,
Keith.  They literally love her to death.  It is exhausting her.

   "The house is directly across the street from Bret and Ronnie Peters. 
It is zoned commercial/residential, so when you do come home you can set up
a new engineering office right here.  Do you remember me talking about
Captain Don?  It was his place.  I think you can get a lot of business
locally, Keith, we have our foot in the door already.  Year-rounders' here
all know each other and Waif has been such an ice breaker in the community
for us that we are already members in good standing in the community.  If
that meets with your approval may I place a bid on the home?"

   "My mother bought us that townhouse as a wedding present almost
twenty-two years ago.  Now it is nothing but bad memories.  I know I could
not live there and I'm sure your mother did not think you, the kids, and
ultimately, I would stay with her full time, so YES put the bid on the
house.  My share of the firm partnership will cover the house even if the
townhouse doesn't sell for a while." Keith reassured his life partner. 
With plans in place, the family was prepared to move on.

   Waif sat in the stands cheering on the track team as the girls ran the
four-hundred-meter race.  The Spring Break Sports Spectacular was in full
fruition and her friend and fellow committed nudist Kelly Franks was
running for the `Girl Gulls' and at the two hundred meter split was in
fourth place behind two textiles from Graftonville High School.  The leader
in the breakaway pack was Chelsea Looney, another Bayside Regional runner
who also was a textile.

   Kelly looked tired and Waif worried that she would drop further back and
lose the breakaway group.  As the race turned toward the
three-hundred-meter point and the gun sounded announcing the final lap of
the race everything changed.  Kelly broke into her sprint and passed the
two girls from Graftonville.  She closed to within a body length of Chelsea
before the leader realized she was there and then passed Chelsea on the
inside just staying legally in the lane while doing it and finishing a
stride and a half ahead of her clothed teammate.

   Waif giggled to herself watching from the stands.  She knew the bet that
was between Chelsea, a senior, and Kelly a junior.  Kelly wagered Chelsea
that should Kelly win the race today Chelsea would surrender her rights to
clothing until graduation.  Chelsea having never lost to anyone from her
own team or an opponent readily agreed and added if Kelly lost she would
wear LOSER in marker across her naked butt.

   Looking none too happy about it, Chelsea pulled off her running briefs
and singlet and handed them to Kelly.  Two Bayside girls stood naked on the
platform when the race results were announced.  Only the girl coming in
second had tan lines.  A clothed girl from Graftonville stood on the last
spot.

   Spring track and field and spring soccer competed for the athletic
fields of Bayside at this time every year.  Such was and is the Spring
Break Sports Spectacular.  Three sports, aquatics [swimming, diving, water
polo], track and field, and soccer all competed on Bayside Regional's
campus for the ten days of the annual high school spring break.  The track
meet was the qualifier for the state championship finals held in late May.
The round-robin girls' soccer tournament began almost immediately upon the
track meet closing.  Eighteen teams, three soccer fields, and three games
on each field Saturday.  Winners advance and play each other on Sunday with
Bayside girls taking the opponent position for the fifth game.  Again
winners advance to the Monday game, played on a Monday holiday.  The rules
state that should Bayside win their game Bayside does not go on to the
trophy round.  The three teams victorious in the last games are ranked by
goals scored, goals scored against, and tiebreaker penalties.

   This was the third and last high school sporting event that closed the
town down for several days.  Merchants who had to remain open kept the live
feed from the Bayside Regional High School closed circuit television
station on in their shops.  Parents with sons and daughters competing in
events were given time off of work to attend and cheer on the Screaming
Gulls teams.  It was not unusual to see a mother running to her daughter's
game on the soccer field while the father sat on the bleachers in the
natatorium to cheer for the son who was a diver on the swim team.  So it
was with the loyalties of classmates and teammates.

   Waif sat on the aluminum bleachers in the sun, stark naked, on a team
towel from the swim team.  She was between heats, having qualified for the
two-hundred-meter breaststroke finals earlier in the morning.  Her race
would be called in an hour and she had a half-hour before returning to the
pools to warm up.

   Next, she would go in and watch Loretta dive her event on the ten-meter
springboard.  Then would come her warm-up and her race; with Hank, Kelly,
and Loretta sitting in the bleachers rooting her on as she had done for
them.

   So intent on the goings-on happening field level that she did not hear
the footfalls on the bleachers behind her, Waif was startled when Principal
Suarez spoke her name from behind her left shoulder.

   "We need to talk, Miss Farrell, not now, once school resumes next week.
I would like for your mother and grandmother to be there when we have our
chat." The Principal of the school smiled when she spoke and added, "It is
wonderful good news, so please do not worry or let this throw you off your
pace for your swim, I do so want to see you add a varsity swimmer to your
varsity "B" alongside your one from football."

   Waif had been voted a football varsity letter for her academic
eligibility tutoring of Whale, Paul, and several other players.  The letter
she would win for swimming would not be honorary; she had competed the
entire season, never finishing less than second in her two events.  Today
would be her last swim of the season.

   Dorothy Suarez turned to walk up the steps of the stadium and Waif, now
so used to the casual atmosphere of the school toward nudity actually
noticed for the first time that the principal was nude.

   Bayside had a tradition of both students and faculty participating in
two theater productions annually.  The first one in the fall had been an
in-the-round production of the play `The Fantasticks.' It was a fully
textile production.  It was performed during the nude in-school
introductory period and none of the cast neither faculty nor student had
been chosen for their nude month.  While successful, it was agreed by most
that it was nothing out of the ordinary, though the lead singers were given
good reviews for their vocalization.

   The Spring production of `HAIR,' was the opposite.  Performed fully with
costumes for the first two nights and the nude portions kept in, the show
drew huge audiences.  Thursday and Friday nights, those in the cast who
stripped off for the nude scenes remained so during bows and encores.  The
show closed its run Saturday with a matinee at three p.m.  and an evening
show at eight p.m.  At the matinee, the entire cast stripped and took bows
and encores naked.  The evening performance was done fully nude to the
delight of wives, parents, siblings, and neighbors of the teachers and
students on stage.  The local newspaper reviewed the performance and rated
it `as enjoyable as any night of theater this writer has experienced.'

   Bayside Regional High School was gaining a reputation as the pacesetter
and an example of how in-school nudity should be done in policy and
practice.  Waif was credited as being the point of the arrow by setting the
example of full-time committed nudity in public early on in the year and
being supportive of others who tried it short term or ultimately like Waif
fully committed to the nude lifestyle.

   In the back of the playbill was an advertisement posted by the drama and
theater department, "Come Join Us for `Most Happy Fella' October 21-24."
Presale of tickets already six months in advance suggested added
performances would be needed to accommodate the crowds.  It was rumored
that the Spring production would be, `Oh, Calcutta.'

   Waif swam her event and won by an arm's length.  She then had to wait
out a protest from the rival team complaining that she had an unfair
advantage as she swam nude.  The district sports committee for high school
aquatics rendered an immediate ruling that Waif actually swam at a
disadvantage as the sleek swimsuits worn by the opposing team were designed
to lessen the drag in the water of the human body.  The committee chairman
suggested that in total fairness, perhaps the rival team girls should also
swim the race nude and the results of the rematch would be considered the
official race results.

   The opponent team abruptly withdrew its protest.  Waif giggled at that.
Some of the girls on the other team were rather well-endowed.  Without
their girls tightly tucked into the Lycra swimsuits Waif could tell their
times would be much slower.

   Waif clinched her varsity swim letter and won a District medallion, not
unlike an Olympian who would win for leading her team to the Division
championship.  To be fair all nineteen athletes on the swim squad received
a medallion, but the first neck that was draped was Waif's.

   The Sports Dinner was uneventful; Whale and Waif danced and spent time
with Katherine and Ruth at the dinner table.  The younger ones went to
excuse themselves and slip out for some alone time when Ruth Andrews
stopped them.  "There is no reason why, if you and Richard are going to be
together tonight, Waif, you should think you need to go to some deserted
portion of the beach.  The two of you are welcome to stay at home in your
room.  Lock the door and no one will disturb you as the twins are staying
with Ronnie and Brett Peters and Rita is with them."

   The odd thing about Whale and Waif was sex was not the be-all and
end-all of their relationship.  To look at them together was to see a
pairing such as Michael Strahan alongside Kelly Ripa on television.  Whale
standing six feet four inches tall and Waif a mere five feet and almost
three inches; Whale the rich café au lait of mixed racial parentage to Waif
in her reddish blond ivory paleness.  Old souls in young bodies the pair
spent most of their time talking and cuddling.  Occasionally when both felt
comfortable sex would happen, but it was not nor had it ever been the
driving force of their relationship.  Tonight might be one of those nights
as Richard Richards had been offered and had signed a letter of intent to
play football for PFIT and would be leaving in mid-July for training camp
at the university.

   Ronnie Peters sat across from Ruth Andrews and sucked the thick
milkshake through the straw, pausing only for the brain freeze to pass when
she sucked too hard.  Looking up and swinging her bare feet under the
picnic table outside the ice cream shop she broke her silence.  "Auntie
Ruth, many of the kids in my grade level have younger brothers and sisters
in Miss Lonegan's class.  I hear from my friends that the class has two
really wild kids and they are both girls, Sophie Valenzuela and Melina
Griffin, they somehow control the behavior of the other eighteen kids in
the class.  They get away with it because it is never done in front of the
teacher and it is always a psyche-out form of bullying never physical. 
Also, Auntie Ruth, they act like angels in the class and always get good
grades; that is why no one suspects they are behind what goes on."

   Ronnie paused and sucked down more of the thick semi-liquid mix in the
large glass in front of her, "It's like they will torment some other kid in
the restroom or on the playground or in the line on the way to first class
in the morning, and tease them about something personal and private.  Once
that kid is primed to the point that he or she will act up with the least
provocation they stop.  We kids in middle school have tried to get them to
stop, but we cannot get the teachers to take a close look because they
never do anything in front of an adult.

   "Miss Lonegan can be a really good teacher.  She just seems to catch the
backlash of Sophie and Melina's actions.  Molly saw some of this last year,
but the two were just getting started with their terror campaign.  As they
gather more information to use against the other kids, their power grows.
Rumor is they have a digital camera or a phone that has pictures on it they
have taken of kids caught in embarrassing acts.  Urination, masturbation,
and anything anal seem to be the focal point of their stash, but one really
cute blond girl was caught with a finger up her nose at least once.  She is
Richie Boomer's sister, he's in my class, and Richie is trying to find that
camera and put an end to all of this blackmail and manipulation."

   Ronnie slurped down her last suck from the large glass and stood with
Ruth to leave.  Ruth thanked her very much for her help and told her all of
her information would be kept confidential.  Ruth had one more stop to make
that day, to the principal of Shoreside Park Elementary School to arrange
the fall of the reign of the two witches of the fourth grade.

   "That is my biggest concern, Waif.  I would not be able to afford to go
to college except for the football scholarship.  I would probably just find
a job and maybe take a class or two at community college.  I want to go to
school but I really don't think that my mom can handle Rita alone and in
her condition."

   Ruby Richards had been a vibrant caring loving wife and mother until the
night she and her husband Robert went out to celebrate his promotion to
supervisor on his job.  Coming home from the restaurant, a drunk driver in
an old pickup truck slammed head-on with the Richards' Chevy Equinox. 
Despite the airbags deploying Robert suffered a broken neck above the
fourth cervical vertebrae and died before medical attention arrived.  Ruby,
seated in the front passenger seat, suffered crushing injuries to her lower
legs.  Both legs were amputated below the knee.

   Whale did the shopping and carried his mother to her appointments.  He
helped her in and out of the bathtub to bathe and did most of the
housekeeping in their house.

   "You know my grandmother is a `fixer,' Whale, if we run this by her I'm
sure she would have a solution.  Your mom has her degree, right?  I'm sure
she wants the same for her son, and like most parents do even more for you
than she was able to accomplish." Waif told her man and waited for a
response.

   "There is more, the landlord doesn't want to retrofit the house for
wheelchair access without substantially raising the rent.  Mom lives off of
disability and a little annuity from Dad's life insurance.  If the rent
goes up she cannot afford it.  I might have to forego college and get a job
just to keep a roof over our heads," Whale concluded.

   Waif smiled.  "Come on you big oaf of a man, I think your mom and my mom
need to have a chat with my grandmother."

   The meeting took four days to arrange.  Because of the number of stairs
in Ruth Andrews's house; Ruth, Katherine, and Ruby met at the new house up
the street.  The previous owner, Captain Dan, had run a bicycle and beach
supply rental business out of the first floor.  To allow easy access to the
bikes, the steps on both the front and rear doors had been replaced with a
ramp similar to those used for persons with disabilities.

   Whale pushed his mother up the ramp in her transport wheelchair with
Waif walking alongside.  Katherine greeted Ruby warmly and offered a tour
of the new house.  "I'm sorry there is so little furniture the movers are
bringing down our stuff from our old house early next week and we are still
painting the girls' rooms upstairs," Katherine said, "But, I think you get
the idea of how the place will look.  The advantage of the first floor
having been a business is the former living room and dining room are
combined into a `great room.' Wait until you see the back of the place
behind the security door," Ruby wheeled herself through the doorway with
inches to spare around her wheelchair.

   "Katherine, why are the doorways so wide, I usually have a much harder
time getting through doors in older houses," Ruby asked.

   "Business codes, Ruby, the man who owned the house had to renovate to
business code on the first floor.  That included wider doorways and a
sprinkler system.  Wisely he continued the sprinklers in the upstairs
living quarters as well.  Well, here is the kitchen, as you can see it is a
commercial Viking stove with six burners, two ovens, and a grill griddle.
The range hood vents outdoors and also has a fire suppression system built
into it, look at the Dutch door refrigerator freezer and a standalone
freezer and enough room for a table to seat ten, easily.  The guy, Captain
Dan, used to rent fishing equipment, bikes, beach chairs, and umbrellas.  A
few years ago he got the bright idea that fishermen would be hungry early
in the morning and began selling egg sandwiches and coffee to go along with
the surf poles and bait.  Keith and I agreed to keep the commercial stove,
one thing our family can do well is pack away food at mealtime.  The twins
are like sharks, always hungry and always looking for food.  To the left is
a bathroom that must have been used by employees.  No bathtub, just a
simple walk-in shower with benches.

   "Across the hall, here," Katherine opened a door and flipped on a light,
"Is what must have been a storage room.  It is fifteen feet by twelve
feet."

   Ruby looked around the room and then asked, "Why are you showing me all
of this?  I'm happy for your good fortune, but this is like..."

   "Mom, listen to me," Whale leaned over her chair and looked Ruby in the
eyes, "Mrs.  Farrell has a proposal for you.  Hear her out."

   "Ruby, I have basically taken off this last year to tend to Waif and the
twins and all of the events that have transpired.  With my husband still
deployed and with everything that has gone on with my mother-in-law and her
court case coming up soon, I am going to need to be away from home a lot
more frequently.  Yes, my mother is just down the block and Waif is still
at home for now, but I have two mischievous twins who need supervision. 
Ruth has her own interests and the school board that needs her attention,
as well.  That leaves us open for a nanny/caregiver for the girls to
provide hands-on supervision.  The kind of hands-on supervision I cannot
provide while attending to business and legal matters.

   "I am proposing a deal that may satisfy both of our needs.  This house
meets your disabilities needs and this room is yours rent-free if you can
agree to be my eyes and hands and watch over the kids when I'm working,"
Katherine stated.

   "You know, Mom, as you do for Rita and me, get us up and dressed, pack a
lunch help with homework, stuff like that," Whale tried to convince his
overwhelmed mother.

   The sound of thunder on the staircase from the second floor followed by
three thuds at the landing proclaimed Amy, Tammy, and Rita were now
downstairs, Rita wearing a bikini swimsuit bottom and a tank top t-shirt,
the twins naked as usual.

   Waif yelled in, "Hey, Bugs, we'd like to actually live here BEFORE you
wreck the place."

   Three prepubescent giggling girls chorused, "SORRY," and then made their
appearance.  "Anything to eat, we are starved?" Tammy asked.

   "There is milk in the refrigerator and cereal in the pantry.  On penalty
of a red-bottomed death, do not eat the cake in the refrigerator," Waif
replied.

   The look in Amy's eyes suggested the three knew of and actually wanted
the cake.  Rita acted as the voice of reason, "Look, they will cut the cake
later and we'll get some then.  Let's settle for some fruit for now.  I saw
bananas in the pantry before."

   Ruby smiled, "They get along like sisters, or should I say
sisters-in-law," passing a sly look to her son and his girlfriend, "Rita
would be heartbroken if she lost the twins as friends and I would be a fool
to not accept your offer.  Would Rita stay in my room?"

   "Nope, we have that worked out already," Tammy replied with a mouth half
filled with banana, "She's getting the room next to ours.  Well next to the
bathroom next to ours.  It has this neat door that connects the two rooms
that we can either prop open or take off and the three of us will all be
together."

   The two mothers laughed, "They decided this was to be long before I
did," Ruby chuckled.  "Now, I see why you need the extra set of eyes and
hands.  Those two must cook you up a steaming pile of mischief several
times a week."

   "More like several times a day.  Do you remember the story of how I
started as a full-time nudist?  Well, that was one of their SLOW days,"
Waif replied.

   "I believe that Rita being about two years older than the twins will
help to keep them in line, you just saw one of the many times she has
mediated those two out of troublesome behavior.  Without her diverting the
two of them, they would have thrown a tantrum until the cake was on the
table.  They are not vicious just immaturely mischievous," Katherine
sighed.

   Ruby smiled, "Even before this happened to my legs, I had Rita doing
chores around the house and taking responsibility for those things she
could and should handle.  I think we can get the twins to the point that
they are both responsible and accountable." She then called in to her
daughter, "Rita, do you still have Mister Manners?"

   A very concerned ten-year-old walked into the kitchen, hands behind her
back and head to the floor.  "Yes, Mother, Mister Manners is back in our
other house packed to come here.  Do you need him?" her furrowed brow and
welling tears in her eyes showed she knew full well who and for what
purpose was Mister Manners.

   "No, dear, not for you ...  I think I may need to apply his magic to a
couple of younger bottoms ...  once or twice, until they get the message as
to who runs this household and how it is to run smoothly," Ruby told her
daughter.

   When Rita left the room, Ruby explained to Ruth and Katherine what
Mister Manners was, "Robert took an old paddle ball racquet, painted a
smiley face on one side and a frown face on the other.  He put three pegs
on the wall in the kitchen Richard and Rita's names appeared over one each
of the pegs and Mister Manners over the third.  When all was well Mister
Manners' smiley face resided on its peg.  If Richard or Rita did something
that deserved punishment, the paddle was turned to a frown face and placed
on the offending child's peg.

   "Punishment, a paddling, would be avoided if the child admitted to and
corrected whatever behavior caused the frown under his or her name.  If the
same offense was repeated willfully, or if it caused a hazard to others in
neglect, the paddling would take place after dinner.

   "It only took a few times over the knee bare bottomed for things like
clothes to be put away, beds made, and bathrooms tidied after use to no
longer need more than a reminder.  Robert got one a month ago, Waif was the
cause, he forgot to call and tell me he was staying over here that night.
With him and his old Jeep and no call, I was worried sick.  Mr.  Manners
reminded him to call next time," Ruby finished and looked at her son's
face.

   "It worked for us, I guess it might work for the twins as well," Whale
agreed with his mother, then added, "My cell phone died and I had it
programmed to chirp ten minutes to midnight so if I was going to be late or
staying over I would remember to call home.  I now remember to keep the
phone charged, thanks to Mister Manners' reminder," he said with a smile
and rolled his eyes as he rubbed his backside.

   All three adult women laughed.  Ruth had quietly trailed along with
Katherine and Ruby but now chimed in, "Discipline is always an issue, Ruby,
and I think you are correct in assuming that the new style `time out and
similar child behavior modifications are less effective than `spare the rod
and spoil the child'.  With the girls all living upstairs, though, how will
you keep an eye on them?"

   Waif said, "Mrs.  Richards I really wish you could see the upstairs.  My
mom and dad have the ocean-side master bedroom with a window bench in a bay
window that looks out over the waves.  The second bedroom on that side will
be mine, it is large enough to set up my desktop computer and other
electronics so I can do school work and stuff.  Mom and Dad have an en
suite master bath.  There is a hall bathroom.  Tammy already told you about
the one that separates the twins' and Rita's bedrooms.  The hall bath is
the one that I will use.  Across the hall from my room is the twins' room
and as you have heard about the connecting doors allow access to the next
room which Rita has claimed.  Mom has the idea that the room closest to the
stairs on the girls' side will be a spare bedroom for Whale when he is not
away at school."

   Whale then told his mother, "I can piggyback you up the stairs if you
want to see, Mom, and Waif can bring your chair."

   "I'd like that, and do we honestly believe that the two of you across
the hall from each other will NOT sneak into bed at night?  I know I
don't," Ruby said with a grin, "No grandchildren until you BOTH graduate
college and have good jobs.  That is my only restriction."

   Rita ran in, followed by the very bare twins, "Mom; Amy, Tammy, and I
have been talking.  The Farrell house and Gramma Andrews's house also, are
clothing optional.  The twins are always naked and since I will be living
here and going to school here where school is also clothing optional, well,
we all wondered-," Rita did not get a chance to finish.

   Ruby looked her in her eyes and in a tone only a mother could use, said,
"Young lady, are you asking my permission to run around bare ass naked like
those heathen Farrell girls?"

   "Uh, Mom, yes I was going to ask that," Rita meekly backed off, knowing
better than to lie to her parent.

   "I understand, talking to Amy and Tammy, that you have been practicing
that very thing while visiting them.  I know in your old school, your turn
for a nude month in school was coming up early next year and both the town
and school of Shoreside Park are clothing optional.  So I ask you, young
lady, why are you making laundry by soiling clothes you do not need?" Ruby
grinned the gotcha grin only a mother knows how to smile.

   "Thanks, Mom," Rita said peeling off the tank top as she ran from the
room.

   "Now, Robert, I'll take the offer of a lift upstairs.  I would like to
see the girls' rooms."

   Ruth offered the idea and Katherine and Ruby thought it an excellent
one, "The girls have laptops with web cameras.  If we make a condition of
them being alone upstairs while Ruby attends to things down here, why not
simply have them leave the web cameras on?  If they are in their rooms
doing homework or playing you can watch them on your monitor down here,
Ruby.  Of course, the hall and bathroom will not be covered, but you will
be able to have eyes on the girls, without running up and down the stairs
on this," Ruth held out a pamphlet for a disabled person's stair chair
lift, "It will be installed next week, for you to use in those times when
you might need to get to and from the second floor without your son
carrying you piggyback style."

   Ruby was seated in her transport chair at the top of the staircase,
having seen the rooms and familiarizing herself with the layout.  "I can
see myself needing to make one or two trips up and down stairs every day
unless Richard can set up satellite cameras that will give me a sweeping
view of the two bedrooms.  I want to assure that clothes are neatly away
and beds are made.  I suppose Katherine could assure the three of them are
awake for school before she comes downstairs for the first time in the
morning and Waif you might be the `snooze alarm' if the little ones roll
over back to sleep.  Yes, I think we can make this work."

   Ruth Andrews made two trips to the principal's office on two separate
days.  Shoreside Park Elementary School had a male principal, Walter
Casper, who had advanced degrees in school administration but tended to
interact with faculty and not the children in his school, preferring to
leave the hands-on day-to-day dealing with students to their teachers.

   Ruth brought him the insider information she had learned and he looked
at her as if she had two heads.  "Those precious angels are the best
students we have at that grade level, what makes you suspect this is more
than a jealous attempt by malcontented classmates to harm their perfect
reputations?" The principal demanded of the Board of Education president.

   "Sophie Valenzuela and Melina Griffin are not the children you describe,
Walter.  I would not come to you with rumor only, no I took the time to
have the juvenile officer of the Shoreside Park police do a random locker
check as is permitted by state law.  We randomly selected five lockers. 
Two happened to be Sophie and Melina's and what we found in each would make
a spymaster shudder.

   "A laptop running surveillance of the boys and girls restrooms, easily
done since the unisex laws allowed stall doors to be removed.  Still photos
that were obviously video frame captures of each fourth-grade student and
several fifth- and third-graders as well as some of the middle schoolers in
less than complementary poses.  Best of all, a notebook with dates and
times of the blackmailing bullies notes of how and what each of their
victims reacted and did subsequently.

   "Walter, those children are going to juvenile court to face delinquency
charges and you are going to face the Board of Education on charges of
failing to provide adequate leadership to staff, negligence, and loss of
confidence.  Next Wednesday, seven at night in the town hall, Walter.  Be
there with your signed letter of resignation or be prepared for the public
to read all about your pitiful attempt at leadership in the Ocean
Times-Courier." With that Ruth stormed out of the principal's office and
nodded to the two police officers to acknowledge readiness to barge into
Laura Lonegan's fourth-grade classroom and relieve the teacher of her
troublesome twosome.

   With one officer holding the two girls outside the room, the other
asked, "How many of you have been forced to do some things by those girls
that you would never have done and you did it because they had cruel things
to show against you?"

   Eighteen fourth-grade hands shot up.  The officer turned to the teacher
and said, "Miss Lonegan, would you have your students write an essay, each
one personal, as to what, when, and why they acted out in school at the
orders of Melina and Sophie?" The teacher agreed, "Children, those acts
committed by you are what are known as `under duress' actions.  Miss
Lonegan may give some of you detention, but I think for your honest essays
a general amnesty can be arranged.  In other words, tell the truth and the
whole truth in your reports and no one except those two who deserve it
shall be punished, okay?"

   Relieved, the class agreed and as the officer departed, was being given
instructions by their teacher as to how to format their essays.

   Ruth Andrews sat in a different principal's office the next afternoon
along with Wendy Ann Ingrid Farrell and her mother Katherine Farrell. 
Dorothy Suarez sat behind her desk and happily told the three across from
her, "Bayside Regional High School is going to have to ask Waif to leave
us."

   Shocked splutters came from the grandmother and mother and Waif asked,
"Why is something wrong, did I do something?"

   "Yes, young lady, you have done something.  We have reviewed your
hospital schooling and homeschooling and the record from your previous high
school and what we have discovered is you not only have all of the required
and elective courses needed to graduate, you are three credits over the
requirement, as of right now without this last semester's grades being
added in.

   "I have taken the steps to notify PFIT that you will be graduating this
May.  They have sent you an email acknowledging activation of your
scholarship effective September of this year, Wendy and you should be
receiving a large manila envelope from the university by mail shortly.

   "Ruth, Katherine, you should be very proud of your granddaughter and
daughter.  She has changed the dynamic within this school for the better
and has been such a positive influence I wish I could keep her here for
four more years.  I can't, she has a life to grow into, and staying here
would only stunt her growth and development.  But, please Waif, consider
this your second home and come and visit us often."



   Chapter 9

   Part 1

   You are already naked.  There is no reason not to follow your heart. 
{Quote from Steve Jobs}

   The third Sunday in July found the extended Farrell clan in Faith United
Independent Church for the eight o'clock morning service.  Waif was due to
work her lifeguard job by ten, and Whale was to leave for his football camp
at Philadelphia University of Fashion Industries and Technologies, also
known as PFIT.

   His mother Ruby, and sister Rita sat in the aisle seats.  Ruby Richards
sat in her special wheelchair and her daughter, Rita, was in the pew
alongside her holding her hand.  Her son, Richard, sat in the pew just in
front along with Ruth Andrews, Katherine Farrell, Wendy Ann Ingrid Farrell,
and the twins Amy and Tammy Farrell sat and watched the recently appointed
pastor of the congregation lead the worship service.

   Mark Dunn was preaching on the topic of `Idols blocking our faith,' this
would be the third in his series of sermons.  His wife, Dorothy, a
statuesque brunette hirsute consenting nudist, sang the solo before the
sermon then returned to her seat in the front row to sit beside her friends
Andrea and Duane and the five children the two couples shared.

   Dorothy and Andrea had been nuns together at a Catholic college.  Mark
had been a priest and Duane a cheerleading and gymnastics coach who was now
a professional exercise physiologist.  Mark left the priesthood and sought
credentials in a faith-allowing marriage.  After associate pastor tenure at
a large suburban church, the committee seeking a full-time clergyperson for
the Shoreside Park Faith United Independent Church had called Mark to
pastor this flock.

   Now married four years and childless though wishing children of their
own, Mark and Dorothy opened their hearts and home to three orphaned
children of mixed parentage ranging in age from six to eleven.  All three
children had the same mother now deceased due to an accident behind the
wheel while drunk but each father was a different one-night stand taking
advantage of a drunken woman of uncertain morals.  The other two girls were
Andrea and Duane's three and five-year-old girls.

   Duane and Andrea stood out from most of the mixed nude and textile
congregation, not for their nudity, but as they had declared themselves
`complete absolutes'; as such they wore no jewelry and had laser removal of
every follicle of hair from their bodies, leaving both bald from head to
toe.  When Andrea had left the order one of her exit penalties had been an
order to shave head to toe.  She found she enjoyed the freedom and a
wealthy friend from college had, as a wedding present, given her the laser
depilation treatments.  Duane followed her about a month later, having
grown weary of shaving himself daily.

   "What, then, are the idols that separate us from our spiritual
wholeness? How may we overcome them and become the complete beings the
Almighty wishes us to be?  Let us look together at these issues as we look
at the Tikkun Olam, the healing and restoring of the world." Mark was
midway into his sermon and Waif had begun paying attention again after
drifting off into her own thoughts, "We, the caretakers of this world have
allowed it to spoil by turning away from the One Plan of the Almighty and
allowing our idols to distract us from the work at hand.

   "Each of us, in prayer, needs to repent of our individual idols.  Idols,
you ask, what are our idols?  What do you spend the most time on?  Is it
important or is it a diversion in your life from the closer contemplation
of the true meaning the almighty has for you and your world?

   "Watch too much television or play too many hours of video games?  A
great many of the young folks may be squirming in the pews if they think of
those distractions, and I remind you a distraction is an idol.

   "Do you spend so much time at your employment that you neglect your
family and its needs?  You justify that by saying, `Pastor, I'm providing
the money so they have the things they want,' and you are correct; however,
think on this, are the things they want the things they need, or are they
idols that you with your paycheck enable your family to covet?"

   "New cars can be idols.  Clothing and jewelry can be idols, many of us
when we chose the path of committed nudity or absolutism came to realize
our investment in fashion trends was money better spent on the needs of the
world around us.  To some job promotions and advancement can also be an
idol.  Before I took this position as your shepherd I asked in prayer was
this an ego move that would turn this building and all of you into an idol
distracting me from my calling as a servant or was this flock where the
Almighty wished me to be of service, to lead you away from temptation and
into the good pasture with good water we spoke about last week when we
opened up Psalm 23 and looked at it.

   "If what you are doing is taking time away from what you know you should
be doing for the good of others and the Creator, then what you are doing is
an idol.  Dorothy and Andrea, my wife and her best friend held a youth
retreat on the beach early Saturday morning.  Many of the youth of this
church are `water babies', surfing, swimming, sailing, and fishing are
ingrained in the fiber of this community.  It makes its money as a haven
for those seeking the serenity and tranquility of a seaside haven.

   "Dorothy reported to me later, "The waves were coming in, in sets of
four, the mid swells were averaging five feet and the break was to the
south with a north-east breeze," Mark paused while most of the congregation
laughed, giggled or in two cases snorted, "Dorothy knows naught about wind,
wave, or water.  She does recognize when something else in a youth's life
is more important to them than the task at hand.  That is the very
definition of an idol in my dictionary.

   "So, the recommended reading for all of you this week is what our Jewish
neighbors call the Tikkun H'Klali, the ten psalms that by recitation at the
recognition of an idol or sin in your life should be recited to ask the
Almighty to forgive your sinful pursuits, Psalm 16, 32, 41, 42, 59, 77,
90,105, 137,150.

   "Also my friends, seek the truth in your hearts and if there is that one
something that keeps you from the service of a servant of our Creator, then
pray for that idol to be cast away and the time and energy devoted to it be
spent in humble service to those in need around you."

   A short benediction and the service ended.  The early flock, usually the
larger of the services in the summer as those who worked in town catering
to the vacationers as well as those vacationing had other plans for the
rest of the day.

   Waif turned to her mother and said, "I really like this new pastor.  He
makes sense and I learn more about living life from him than ever before."

   "I, for one, cannot disagree," Katherine responded and Ruth nodded
affirmation, "Just his charge to look into what might be blocking our
spiritual awareness showed his desire for us to learn and grow into better
servants serving others, as he puts it."

   Ruth added," I liked what he said last week about submitting without
becoming submissive." She paused and added after a moment's reflection,
"Waif is an example of that as are all the children and adults who have
shed their clothing in Shoreside Park.  We have become empowered by the
very act that most would see as an act of submission.  By baring our bodies
to the world and accepting the vulnerabilities our nakedness creates, we
each become stronger as individuals, as a family, and society.

   "The vacationing textiles that shed their clothing and `parties naked'
lose the true meaning of the lifestyle.  It is not about showing off for
sexual display or enticement.  No, it is rather the spiritual connectivity
of the bared body and soul to the oneness of the world we exist in and
seeks to improve."

   "Well, philosophy and spirituality aside, Mom and Gramma, I need to meet
the rest of the guards for our workout before we open the beach," Waif
kissed each older woman on the cheek and called over to Rita, Amy, and
Tammy, "Hey, Bugs, I'll be in tower four today, I'm working with JoAnne so
bring enough in the cooler for both of us to share, okay?"

   The younger girls had the task when Waif was working to bring her lunch
and cold drinks from home.  Most weekdays Waif manned a tower alone, but on
busy weekends such as this week, the guards worked in teams of two with a
dune buggy riding roving patrol to assist as a backup if needed.

   "Okay, Waif, we'll use the wagon and the large cooler.  Would you rather
have iced Tea or seltzer today?" Rita called back and the twins argued
whether bacon, lettuce, and tomato on whole wheat bread or salami,
provolone, and pepperoni on Italian bread were better lunch choices for the
guards.

   "Some of each if you would?  Remember that in case the sandwiches have
to sit out a while if we get busy, no mayonnaise on them, okay?" Waif
called back and Rita nodded her head indicating she understood.

   JoAnne Puglia was on the sand stretching when Waif arrived.  "Hey, what
kept you?  Our run and swim starts in five minutes."

   "I went to church with the family, Jo, and came straight here from there
when services ended.  Whale leaves for school this afternoon and it was my
last chance to be with the whole family until I leave for freshman
orientation the last week of August." Waif explained.

   "So, are you going to marry that great hunk of naked manhood, or are you
just going to live in sin at school?" JoAnne teased.

   "If he'll have me with all of my genetic flaws, knowing we can never
have children, I will happily marry him.  Right now, with his sister and
Mom living with My FAMILY, it is like we are a huge extended family.  I
would not want to crap on that relationship for any reason, Jo, for the
twins and my mom's sake as well as Whale and Rita and Ruby.  Come on, let's
get the run in then we can swim back to our tower.  The twins are bringing
lunch later so don't worry about that, okay?" Waif ended as she jogged into
her run warming up as she went.

   JoAnne Puglia was a true sight to behold, three steps in front of Waif
on the half-mile run down the beach.  JoAnne refused to go nude when on
duty, preferring to wear the traditional nylon one-piece red female style
guard swimsuit made famous by Farrah Fawcett and the Bay Watch girls.  She
had the soft rounded body of southern Italian heritage, firm not fat but
curvy nonetheless.  The cut of the suit high on the hips left a
Brazilian-style bottom to her suit, one that barely covered JoAnne's
derriere when she was not on the move and one which had now completely
disappeared into the crack of her behind leaving a pseudo thong in its
place.  Waif laughed to herself as she drew even to JoAnne and saw the sway
of the girl with whom she was partnered as her generous C-cup breasts tried
to escape the relatively low-cut top of the red suit.

   As JoAnne cut to her left and plunged into the surf, her breasts finally
escaped their confinement.  Waif dove into the waves just behind JoAnne and
as she rose to the surface was confronted with the small scrap of nylon
fabric floating in front of her.  Oblivious or ignoring the fact she was
nude, JoAnne was freestyling her way up the beach aided by a following
current.  Knowing the suit clutched in her hands would slow her down Waif
tossed the suit onto the beach and carried on with her swim.

   Reaching the tower at which they were stationed, Waif stroked to shallow
water, stood, and waded out of the surf line onto the shore.  JoAnne was
nowhere to be seen.  Waif turned to find her partner still neck deep in the
surf, and she was calling Waif to her.

   "What's wrong, Jo?" Waif responded.

   "I'm naked," came the reply from the water.

   "Can't hear you, the waves are too loud, come here and tell me," Waif
responded.

   Shouting loud enough to alert every sunbather on the strand, JoAnne
bellowed, "I'm NAKED!"

   Whistles and cheers came from the small crowd on the beach many of whom
were full-season regulars and had hoped since May when the beach opened
that JoAnne would finally relent and guard in the nude as did eight out of
ten of the guards on the beach this year.

   Molly Malloy pulled up on the ATV with a Guard Supervisor decal on it
and had a surfboard on a roll bar rack and a rescue can secured to the
front a full EMS kit residing where the rear seat would be in a civilian
dune buggy.

   "JoAnne, get out of the water and on your tower, Waif cannot run this
beach by herself today." The teacher/guard supervisor demanded.

   Slowly, and reluctantly a very embarrassed JoAnne Puglia emerged from
the surf.  The cold water and perhaps fear had puckered the nipples of her
breasts into pencil eraser stiffness.  The tattoo of a triskele entwined in
a heart just above her pubic area pointed to a completely denuded pair of
tightly closed nether lips.  Her head bowed so her gaze was at her toes and
not at the people on the beach she shuffled up to Molly and Waif and
sputtered, "I lost my uniform suit in the surf, how can I work today," and
began to wrack dry sobs from her chest.

   "The same way we all do, sweetie, and the first day is always the
toughest on us," Molly told her subordinate, "Just smile carry your rescue
can, and wear the grease penciled GUARD on your arm and leg.  By the end of
this shift, you will wonder why you never allowed yourself to work this way
before.  Am I correct, Waif?" Molly asked her young friend.

   "Honestly, I cannot imagine ever wearing a swimsuit again, Molly, now
that I've been nude for a year.  Besides that, who wants nasty white
patches of skin to break up the perfect tan of a summer on the beach?" Waif
added.  "Think of not having to use body makeup to cover white spots when
you want to wear a formal or a sundress at school." Waif winked at Molly at
that one.  If JoAnne fit the profile, once you got her working au naturel
she would become a consenting nudist with only the tan lines from her
sandals to worry about ever again.

   "One of you has to explain this to my Mom if she comes down to the beach
today, promise me you will?  I have honestly wanted to try this, but my
parents think nudity and sexuality are the same thing and drilled into me
and my sisters that only hookers run around naked." JoAnne chattered out
her nervousness making her shiver despite temperatures in the mid-eighties.

   By the time Waif's twin sisters and Rita Richards wheeled the cooler
chest to the side of the lifeguard tower, JoAnne had completely forgotten
her nudity.  A lost six-year-old safely returned to her mother, a
skimboarder with a foot cut open on a broken sea shell and an older
gentleman knocked down by a wave and struggling to get back up had occupied
her full attention.

   The older gent remarked with a grin, "Nice ink, sweetie, my late wife
had the same tattoo but it was on her left butt cheek." No one remarked
about her nudity, though the lost child's mother mentioned a reapplication
of sunscreen on slightly pink parts.

   The girls took turns eating and watching their water.  Molly came by at
two o'clock to give them bathroom breaks and at six p.m.  they closed their
tower and ended their shift for the day.  Tipping the chair down,
signifying the beach was closed as the guards were off duty, the two girls
walked up the beach toward beach control headquarters.

   Loretta was working the control desk.  She looked up at Waif and JoAnne
and reported, "Someone turned in a red Tyr one-piece suit they found in the
surf line near tower seven.  Are you missing something like that, JoAnne?"

   "Possibly," she took the suit and looked at it, "Mine didn't have all
these holes and rips in it though."

   "Oh, the owner had to wrestle it out of his Labrador retriever's mouth,"
Loretta reported matter of factly.

   JoAnne grinned and dropped the ruined suit into the waste bin beside the
communications desk in the lifeguard office.  "Well, if Mom asks I can
honestly tell her the dog ate my suit and I HAD to spend the day nude."
Loretta and Waif laughed with her at that, as both had spent the summer
naked as JoAnne now found herself.

   The three guards walked off the beach and onto the street where Waif had
Whale's beloved Jeep Comanche pickup truck, lovingly restored to mint
condition by Whale and his dad before the fatal crash that took his
father's life and his mother's legs, now left for her use until she, too,
departed for PFIT where freshmen were not permitted automobiles.  "Come on,
then, I'll give you both a ride home," Waif told her friends.

   "Drop me first, please," JoAnne asked and then quietly asked if the two
other girls could walk her in so that her mother would maybe react less
angrily seeing JoAnne nude for the first time in public.

   Mrs.  Puglia met the trio at the door when she heard the truck pull up."
JoAnne why are you bare?"

   "Hi, Mrs.  P," Waif interjected, "She had a bit of trouble with a large
dog while on duty and her suit got ruined.  Ms.  Malloy had her finish her
shift this way so the beach would not be shorthanded.  We are very grateful
to her for making such a big sacrifice and knowing you might disapprove. 
But she really was needed today." Waif went on to explain about the lost
child and the old man in trouble in the surf.

   "Oh," JoAnne's mother softened a bit, "You girls are always naked, why
is that?"

   The older woman laughed hearing the story of how Waif came to be a
full-time nudist and how as the granddaughter of Ruth Andrews she had
become the benchmark for the newly passed clothing-optional clothing-free
ordinances of Shoreside Park.  "And no I am not promiscuous as a result,
though I am in a monogamous relationship with my boyfriend, who is away at
college football camp now."

   "I met Waif when she was posing as a twelve-year-old to cover for her
being stripped bare by the ocean; I was there when that happened, actually.
I became friends with Waif and gradually accepted the clothing-free life
after it became legal.  I also attend high school nude and will be a senior
this next September.  I am also not promiscuous, Mrs.  Puglia, I am a
virgin and intend to stay that way for a good long time." Loretta added.

   "I was at the eleven o'clock service to hear Pastor Dunn preach, I saw
his wife sing naked in church and I saw him lead the service naked save for
his stole around his shoulders.  I spoke to many people clothed or not and
I am having my eyes opened to the fact that clothed or naked God is present
and working in good people's hearts and minds.  The shame should be in and
on those people who pervert nudity in lust and seek to use permissiveness
for perversity." Mrs.  Puglia said with a sigh in her voice.  "I said to
JoAnne when she spent her birthday money on that tattoo that it would turn
her into a tramp because in my mind only a tramp got a stamp on her body
like that.

   "Well, I was wrong about the tattoo and I guess I may be wrong about
public nudity as well.  But I am worried that your sisters will want to
follow your example, JoAnne." Her mother concluded.

   "Mom, you know that Fabiola will be spending a month nude for school
this year, and Carmella as an eighth grader has many classmates already
going clothing free.  The only example I can set for them is the acceptance
of what they have as beautiful and to embrace themselves as more than
clothing and jewelry and fads." JoAnne told her mother, "And who knows
maybe after the summer, I may want to wear clothing again once in a while,
or not or maybe never go nude again or not, but I have the choice.  Like
Waif keeps telling me, this is the house you live in if you are proud of
your house you don't hide it under a huge tarpaulin where no one can see
it."

   A dialogue ongoing between mother and daughter, Loretta and Waif excused
themselves and left the Puglia family to plan a future befitting life in
Shoreside Park.

   WAIF AND WHALE AT PFIT 1ST SEMESTER: Storm Orphans

   As with many colleges and universities, the name by which the
institution is known in the public domain is not the name on the official
documents.  PFIT started as the Philadelphia Fashion Industries and
Technologies Institute.  It began as a two-year institution, training young
women to cut fabric, match patterns, and stitch and sew fine garments for
the Pennsylvania upper crust of society.

   Girls graduating from the two-year institute found employment in the
households of the wealthy as dressers and seamstresses.  A few, a very
lucky few, became the owners of the Main Line couture shops to which the
rising middle class flocked for wedding and formal wear.

   As industrialization replaced hand craftsmanship, the institute began
adding engineering courses and admitting men so that the new factory
machinery could be designed, maintained, and upgraded.  PFIT attained
college status and began granting four-year degrees in the 1920s.  When a
graduate of the Wharton School became chancellor of PFIT in the 1930s, a
course of study in business management was added to the curricula.  Further
expansion via endowments from graduates who achieved success in their lives
added fine arts, theater arts, and technical theater and a humanities
department that tied anthropology, sociology, and psychology to fashion and
the arts.

   Now, officially, The Greater Pennsylvania University of Fashion, Fine,
Industrial, and Theatrical Arts, granted degrees up to and including the
Doctorate of Fine Arts and is well respected for the sculptors, painters,
musicians, and yes, fashion designers, churned out by its educational
system.

   Perhaps, but only perhaps, PFIT is also famous or infamous for being one
of the rising number of, and one of the first, campuses that are clothing
optional and for some subjects nudity required.

   Wendy Ann Ingrid Farrell walked through the halls of her dorm clad as
she always was, save for the required sandals to protect her feet, au
naturel.  No one noticed, as eighty percent of the males and females on her
dorm floor were similarly nude.  What had begun as the lifestyle model
movement a decade before had now become the norm.  The odd-clad student
usually reflected a commuter or a work-study semester student who in their
forays into the community needed to be clothed to meet community standards.

   Nude did not mean unadorned to the students of PFIT.  Body jewelry is
prominently on display in nasal, ear, belly, nipple, and genital piercings
as part of the college experiment toward maturity and possible rebellion
against parental stricture and structure, is very evident among the lower
class students, freshmen, and sophomores not being readily tempted to the
permanent body changes scarring branding, and tattooing bring.  Several
students adopted the ABSOLUTE look, both male and female removing all hair
from their bodies including their heads.

   Others adapted to the HIRSUTE style and allowed all body hair to grow
without trimming or cutting.  Consenting Nudists, such as the commuters
living in less liberal off-campus communities or at home, would arrive on
campus clothed and strip for class and university activities.  These folks
both faculty and students would clothe themselves before leaving campus.

   TEXTILE students and faculty tended to be those who aspired to and who
taught clothing design and theatrical costuming.  As Heidi Klum said in her
commencement address the year before, "If everyone was nude
twenty-four/seven, there would be no Project Runway and I would be out of
work, both as a model and a host." The comment drew a big laugh from the
audience.

   Waif, with her slight stature, small breasts, and almost boy-like hips
and bottom was simply nude.  It was her preferred lifestyle and also a
condition of her scholarship.  Maintain a 3.5 grade point average, be nude
for all activities college related, and represent the university at alumni
events and student recruiting throughout her home state.  These are the
three main conditions of her full scholarship to PFIT.

   The building that she resided in, Chessman Hall, housed student-athletes
and their significant others.  Waif roomed with Whale, Richard Richards,
her long-term boyfriend with whom she had a committed monogamous
relationship.  Small blond Waif and the almost two meters tall two hundred
twenty pounds deep beige male with whom she cohabited made an odd couple
when out in public.

   The couple had been compared many times to the daytime television host
pairing of Kelly Ripa with Michael Strahan.  If Kelly were to appear on the
show nude, the imagery would be almost exact.  Whale, of Eurasian and
African American parentage, had his father's size and his mother's exotic
features.  As a football and sports scholarship student, Whale was most
often clothed, as athletes were required to wear all gear appropriate to
the protection needs of contact sports.

   Waif, as a swim team member, did not need to be clothed as swimmers and
divers were permitted to both practice and compete in the nude.  Their
suite mates, Lane Erwin, and Adrianna Williams were also athletes.  Placed
together by the housing committee, the boy, Lane, and the girl, Adrianna
laughed at their situation from the first meeting.  They discovered that
they both liked girls as friends and sex partners within three days and
that nudity did not bother either of them.  Lane as a middleweight wrestler
rarely dated and Adrianna, a springboard and platform diver often was his
companion for social events.  They were so platonic a friendship couple
that others in the dorm referred to them as `brother and sister.'

   The four suite mates often were seen together on campus, sharing a table
at the student union or in the cafeteria.  Life was good for the first nine
weeks of the semester.

   It was the year of the Superstorm.  The one that devastated Shoreside
Heights, tore a gaping hole through Shoreside Park and buried Bayside under
six feet of debris and sand.  The communities of the barrier island found
their way of life destroyed along with the beaches, amusements, and
attractions that drew the tourists and provided the economy for the towns.

   Many students and faculty had ties to the communities that suffered a
property loss.  Some had parents or grandparents living in the towns.

   The families of others owned time-share condominiums or vacation
cottages on the island.  Still, others followed the Sky Clad Goddess and
used the seaside retreat available to members of that faith.  Many students
migrated to the Shoreside communities to work during the summer months and
depended on that income to supplement their educational funds.

   The far-reaching consequences and damage even affected students from
states far to the south and north of the coastal area directly impacted. 
Many students from northern cities were told their homes were lost to wind
and storm surges.

   Waif, whose grandmother had weathered a similar Superstorm in the early
60s as a bride in her late teens, found that her grandfather had planned
for another such storm, though he had not lived to see it.  When the family
home was rebuilt eighty pilings twenty-one feet long were buried twelve
feet into the sand of the island.  The home was framed atop the pilings and
the pilings were braced and cross-braced while leaving adequate room from
sand to subflooring for water to rush through.

   Fifty years later, the storm surge did come through.  The Anderson house
stood firm against the flood and lost only the staircase leading to the
rear porch.  The Farrell house just up the street also fared well, having
been similarly built.  Other homes on the street were washed away.  Power
was out, vehicles and boats were lost but the houses stood and both homes
became refuges for displaced souls.

   The Andersons had demanded their builder install real storm shutters,
ones that closed over windows and locked in place protecting the glass from
wind-carried debris.  These had held as siding and flying debris including
boards from the boardwalk slammed into the house on the seaward side.

   Kate Farrell now hosted the family of Mark and Dorothy Dunn, the town's
new pastor, and his wife and their three adopted children in her large home
sharing accommodations with Ruby Richards and her daughter, Rita, and the
Farrell Twins, Amy, and Tammy.  Six grade-school children in one house was
pandemonium personified.  Ruth Anderson had taken in Duane and Andrea with
their three and five-year-old daughters.

   Those who were trapped on the island were making the best of their bad
situation.  Those who like Waif and Whale were off the island when the
storm hit now found that they were unable to return home as the one
causeway bridge onto the island over the bay was badly compromised by storm
debris and erosion.  The bay, filled with flotsam and jetsam, was too
dangerous for small boat traffic.  The National Guard was flying in
supplies of food, water, and temporary shelters in the form of squad and
company-sized military tents by helicopter.

   Thanks to Ruth Anderson's generator, housed in its Lexan-lined concrete
block-walled utility room beneath her home, neighbors could power their
tablets, phones, and laptops to maintain communication with the mainland.
Waif and Whale were able to speak to their mothers and siblings several
times following the storm and were assured by the parents that all was as
well as could be based on circumstances.

   PFIT campus, lying low next to the estuarial bay and riverfront,
suffered tidal and storm surge damage as well.  Student parking lots and
the athletic fields were lost to the storm surge and the debris within
them. A thirty-meter-long commercial fishing boat drifted up to and now
remained in front of, the university president's campus offices.  Water
seeped under the doors and sandbags protecting the basketball field house
and warped the parquet flooring within it.

   Classes were canceled for three weeks while stop-gap repairs were made
and students and faculty pitched in with the clean-up.  Games and
activities scheduled as `home' events were rescheduled as `away' and Whale
and his team spent three weeks on the road playing their football schedule
elsewhere.  The natatorium and aquatic center had suffered no damage other
than the power outage causing the filtration systems for the pools to foul
and need repair.  A heavier than usual smell of chlorine wafted from the
pools as maintenance attempted to salvage the several million gallons of
treated water within the facility; of course, no swimmers were allowed in
the complex as yet, until water testing showed chemical and bacterial
levels back in the normal ranges.

   Around campus, the sound of chainsaws cutting up trees felled by the
storm was as common as music drifting from the student union.  Life would
resume a new normalcy soon, but just now and until the rubble was cleared,
the storm was an ever-present memory.

   Traditionally, the campus turned into a ghost town for Thanksgiving
week. Students left campus after final classes and by Wednesday afternoon
through Sunday night, it was rare to find anyone at the university.  The
storm changed this balance directly.  While many on campus were offered a
seat at the table of classmates' parents, many others became Storm Orphans
and remained on campus for the week-long break.  Whale, having a football
game in another state, was not on campus.  Waif found her companions, about
a dozen of them, in the main cafeteria on campus Wednesday afternoon at
dinner time.

   Professor Uche Skye stood in front of the two tables of students and
introduced herself to those who not having taken the required mathematics
courses for graduation, as yet, were unfamiliar with the vivacious
thirty-something redhead.  She drew the short straw for newly tenured
instructors and was the designated house parent for those unable to get
home for the long holiday weekend.

   "Hello, Wendy, glad you could join us," Professor Skye smiled as Waif
walked in, "I was just filling the others in on our plan for the weekend.
The food services staff has given us full access to this kitchen and the
contents of the refrigerators.  We won't starve; however, we will need
volunteers to prepare meals and do clean up after them.

   "I was asking for volunteers who can prep, cook and serve meals.  Those
who cannot will be assigned cleaning duties."

   "Sorry I was delayed, ma'am, Gordon from campus police asked me to have
you give him a tally of who remains on campus and what the housing
arrangements are.  He says he would prefer all `the storm orphans,' as he
calls us, be centrally housed so if an emergency occurs he will know where
we are." Waif gave this new information to the faculty member, who nodded
when hearing the news.

   "That brings me to our next point of interest, housing, and where each
of you now hang your hats," Professor Skye suggested a roll call of names
and residence halls.

   Waif recognized Madigan Ferris, Bill Turner, Athena Washington, and Jinx
Grimm from Chessman Hall.  From Campbell Hall, just across the quadrangle
from Chessman Hall were Avalon Younger and Alexis Raven, and Shane Merle.
Rand Hall, across campus and behind the sciences and engineering classroom
buildings gave the group Dan Grey and Leon Beckett.  Waif added Whale's
name to the list and noted he would return with the team Friday night
following the Thursday evening away football game.

   "Well, then, it seems we have three students from the fine arts dorm,
six from the athlete residence, and two from engineering.  Both Campbell
and Chessman are clothing optional.  Rand is a textile housing unit.  Do
either of you gentlemen have an objection to moving in with either the
`jocks' or the `frocks' for the weekend?" Professor Skye asked, and then
added, "It would simplify campus security if all of us were housed beneath
one of two rooves.  We eat here and we sleep and study in the dorms.  We
are all adults, I, for one, do not care who sleeps with whom or if you get
any sleep at all.  What I do care about is no alcohol, recreational drugs,
or tobacco be used on campus grounds.  That is a rule we cannot relax.

   "Now, are there any textiles among us who have never seen another
student or faculty member naked?" Uche asked the group.  All of the
students laughed and replied negatively. "Then I suggest we be as informal
and relaxed as we possibly can be given the circumstances," with that she
unzipped the neck-to-hem zipper of the denim dress she wore and discarded
it.  A natural redhead who matched carpet and curtains, Uche Skye was also
the most freckled individual Waif had ever met.  A natural C-cup, should a
bra ever be required, Uche Skye had aureoles the size of half dollars and
nipples resembling pencil erasers.  Her abs suggest a regular workout
routine as a part of her lifestyle and a small diamond navel ring set off
her middle.  A tattoo of a butterfly just inside her right pelvic bone and
another of a fairy, probably Tinkerbelle, to the left, completed her body
decorations.

   "I am now off duty as a faculty member.  I am not wearing the hat of a
chaperone.  I will check that you are all in your assigned quarters, that
being one of the two dorms we will use, at campus curfew, and I will be
here in the cafeteria to assure meals are prepared three times a day, one
sitting per meal.  Other than that, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
you all know what you should be doing for class and extracurricular
activities and you should go about accomplishing those tasks.  If you need
help I will be in room 102 of Chessman Hall.  Thank you for your time and
attendance." She slung her discarded dress over her left shoulder holding
it with the forefinger of her left hand and wiggled out of the cafeteria in
a walk that had most of the males semi-erect and a few of the females damp
between the legs.

   "Oh, I want that so, badly", Jinx Grimm sighed as she watched the
professor distance herself from the student group.

   "Forget about that, at least for two more years," Athena Washington
snorted, "She takes one senior class lover every second semester.  Always a
student who never had her as a professor and sex makes no difference to
her. Since I've been here her choices have been two men and one woman."

   "Since she is one of two faculty that teach non-math and science majors
the required math courses needed to graduate, that tends to leave science,
engineering, and mathematics majors as her catchment," laughed Bill Turner.
"I guess that only leaves Dan and Leon in the running as possible."

   Dan replied, "Who knows, perhaps she will relax her standards for this
weekend and one of you will get lucky -- short term." This brought another
round of laughs.

   Athena then wiggled her finger at Dan Grey, "Mister Grey, I have an
empty bed in my suite.  My roommate dropped out of school in the third
week. So, if you need a place to park yourself, you are more than welcome
to use the bed."

   Shane then offered the upper bunk of his dorm room to Leon Beckett who
happily accepted the offer.  "Oh, nuts, I was hoping to get him," Avalon
Younger blurted.  A general laugh went up from the group.

   Waif got her four meal assignments and left as the feeding frenzy of the
uncommitted began to show signs of pair-offs for other than sleeping over
the next few days.  Waif, for one, feeling the tension and smelling the
aroma of arousal and excitement in the air, could not wait for Whale to get
back from his football game.

   THURSDAY

   Seven in the morning was not early for athletes used to rising at five
to get in two hours of practice before classes began.  Waif leisurely
walked from the dorm to the cafeteria meeting up with her fellow food
preparation workers along the way.  Madigan, Alexis, and Shane looked fresh
and ready for the day.

   "Has anyone seen Leon," Shane asked his companions, "He slipped out of
our room after curfew last night and has not been back since."

   "Avalon had her eyes on him, yesterday," Waif remarked.

   "I checked with her, she hasn't seen him," Shane responded.

   "Well, he doesn't have a car, and the campus bus stops running an hour
before curfew, so he has to be someplace on campus.  If he doesn't show up
for breakfast, then we'll worry," Alexis sighed with the air of someone who
was thinking well in front of the group.

   "Alexis, where did you hide the boy," Waif giggled, "You have the look
of a woman who had been ridden hard and put in the barn wet, so, you want
to confess now?  Or should I drag it out of Leon when he crawls in here to
eat?"

   "I admit I was with someone last night," Alexis offered the group, "But,
it was a she, not a he, and we wore the batteries down in several toys
before napping off about four thirty this morning.  So go look for your
lost boy elsewhere."

   The grill heated quickly and pork roll, bacon, and hamburger patties
soon sizzled aromatically.  Prepared hash brown potatoes found their way on
the grill and a three-dozen egg container rested on the side preparation
table as the rest of the group filtered in from the dorms.

   Uche Skye, still nude and looking very relaxed bid the students good
morning and took the plate of food offered her gratefully.  "So hungry I
could eat a side of beef this morning, boys and girls, and feeling very
relaxed as well," she said as she walked down the line to the bread taking
four slices and heading for the toasters.

   "Professor, by any chance have you seen Leon?" Alexis called after her.
The mathematics instructor turned, smiled, and yawned, "No, Lexi, the only
student I've seen since dinner last night is you." The grin on her face and
the blush of hot pink on Alexis' cheeks would be etched in Waif's mind for
many weeks to come.

   Avalon and Leon walked in several minutes later, holding hands and
hip-bumping playfully.  That mystery appeared solved.  Waif felt the itch
between her legs growing and thought about Whale and hoped he would get
back to campus sooner than the team itinerary suggested.



   Part 2

   Waif pulled up short, in her sandals, knee-length apron, and hair cap,
and yelped, "Hold on there, Alexis Raven, you got a lot of `splainin to
do."

   "No.  I don't," from Alexis as she tried to quickly vacate the cafeteria
and get outside.  She found her way blocked by Shane, the boy assigned to
bussing tables and dishwashing on the breakfast shift, who added, "Stop,
chill, and spill, dearie, you are going nowhere until you do."

   "Okay," Alexis giggled, "Uche might have fits because I promised her no
one would find out; however, she opened the can with her comments so I'll
just tip it and let the worms out.

   "You know Uche is using the vacant Chessman Hall Resident Assistant
suite while she is proctoring us, well, you also know that the water heater
for that suite is separate from the rest of the dorm and it has needed
replacing for a while.  Everyone has heard Wilkes complain about it this
past semester.

   "I was monitoring the lobby desk, campus security requires it even if
there are only a handful of people staying on campus over the break,
someone has to be on the desk and log the ins and outs until curfew, then
sign the log book that the doors were locked and the alarms set at curfew.
Last night was my turn at the plate.

   "Just as I was locking the doors down at curfew, I heard a shriek from
the RA suite.  I learned several new variations of swear words in four
languages and Uche burst out of the door, covered in shave cream, yelling
for help.

   "I asked what happened, and she said she was in the middle of shaving
her legs in the shower when the water heater blew out, there is hot rusty
water all over the suite floors and she thinks she cut herself behind her
right knee.

   "I checked and there was no blood, but there was a trickle of pee, she
was scared enough to have a small bladder leak.  She was embarrassed when I
told her that and then asked if there was another shower she could use and
did I have any dry clean towels, hers were on the floor of the suite
bathroom and were sodden from the flooding.

   "I took her up to the second floor, where my room is, and let her use
the common showers there.  I loaned her my razor and gave her some towels.
When she emerged, clean-shaven and dry she hugged me and thanked me for my
help.  Then she gave me the tenderest kiss full on the lips I have ever
experienced.  I mean it curled my toes it was so lovingly tender.

   "Her hands dropped from her hug from my upper back to my butt and she
pushed me in toward her and let her hands roam my lower back and backside
until I couldn't stand it any longer.  I asked her if she would like a dry
place to spend the night." Alexis paused and grinned, "I meant my
roommate's bed since maintenance would be in the RA suite doing repairs
most of the night.  She accepted and we wound up sleeping double in a
single bed.  Uh, well, sleeping would be not the correct word to use.

   "If this is a one-night stand, it will go down in my memory as the
number one experience of my lifetime.  Let me put it this way Uche Skye is
one heck of a teacher." Alexis' torso turned a pretty pink in a blush that
could be arousal or embarrassment and rising to leave left the others in a
state of confusion.

   Alexis paused as she eyed Avalon and Leon, smiled, and said, "On second
thought, my dearies, I want to hear the true confessions of the dynamic duo
that joined us late this morning."

   "Nothing to tell here," Avalon quickly blurted, "We studied for the
synthetic textiles final and fell asleep on the lounge sofa."

   Leon coughed and added, "What she said."

   Seeing the opening for a great group tease, Jinx, who wandered in while
Alexis was telling her tale, Waif and Shane began a cheer of, "Deets,
deets, spill spill spill."

   "We started out studying, really, then we progressed to the drape factor
of natural, versa blend versa synthetic fibers.  Both of us were nude so
the fiber factor was speculative at that point."

   Avalon added her bit then, "Our mutual light bulb went off, nothing
sexy, just a bare skin comparison, that we, between us, had a set of eight
hundred twenty thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, a set of micro-fiber
and a set of cotton-polyester blend sheets.  If we used them as a
skin-to-cloth comparison we might be able to settle the argument
scientifically, albeit with a very small sampling and no control group.

   "Leon ran and got his two sets of sheets, I made up my bed with the
Egyptian cotton ones and we settled in for a night of research." Avalon
giggled, "We actually did change the sheets three times.  We concluded that
if all you wanted to do was sleep, the cotton polyester blend was fine. 
Pure cotton was better.

   "However, if you were to get more physical," Avalon rolled her eyes up
and grinned a grin that only the post-coital satisfied woman knows how to
grin, "Neither the microfiber nor the pure cotton gives enough grip to
prevent slip."

   Leon then added, "Our research team, therefore, concluded that
scientifically the cotton-polyester blend was the all-around better choice
for comfort and utility."

   Shane howled with laughter and Jinx and Waif joined in, to a lesser
effect, then Shane added, "I suppose the two of you will submit an extra
credit joint research paper to your professor on this topic?"

   Waif, giggled, "No, they will seek a large grant from the federal
government to expand the sample population and continue the research."

   "Maybe including which fabric the natural bodily fluids produced wash
out from most completely and with which laundry detergents.  Yep, I can see
this as a full-on graduate study with thesis publication." Jinx managed to
say all that before reverting to doubling over, clutching her tummy and
laughing so hard that tears ran down her cheeks.

   "May we just get our breakfast, now, or do we need to endure more of
this from the peanut gallery before we get served?" Avalon smirked, "Oh,
and all of you may have been discrete last night, but we still have until
next Tuesday's curfew before the campus is fully repopulated.  We will be
watching, listening, and maybe even peeking for the next round of
embarrassing escapades."

   Leon went into a creepy radio announcer voice, adding, "Who knows what
evil lurks in the hearts of men, and women at PFIT?  The Shadow knows, stay
tuned for our next tale of carnal adventure brought to you by your friends
at Trojan ...  the folks who know how to protect you when your pants are
down."

   The friends shared another huge round of laughter at the general
silliness of their situation before finishing eating and cleaning the
cafeteria area for the crew who would get lunch out in a few hours.

   As they worked, it was decided by all that at one in the afternoon all
would gather in the main lounge of Chessman Hall to watch the game between
PFIT and Illinois School of Design.
   The End