The next morning I ate a light breakfast, then went to the Y for an hour of laps. There were only a few other swimmers and like myself, most of them were on swim teams. Everyone wore suits and used separate locker rooms. I enjoyed the sheer normalcy of it.

After heading back to the locker room, I found that my PDA had a message waiting. So, after showering and getting dressed, I strapped it onto my wrist and told it to read the message.

Hi Adam, this is Ben. I'm at registration here with Dan and Teah. Nadia is here too. We saw Vivian and Crystal leave earlier, so you probably won't run into them this afternoon. Man, this is going to be some kind of weird school year. When you get here, be sure to pick up the list of new rules. Uh, we're all going to lunch now; talk to you later. Oh man.

Well, thanks Ben, I thought. Raise my curiosity but tell me nothing. Such is life. I showered, went home for lunch, ate a sandwich, checked my clothes, grabbed my keys, and headed for school. The parking lot was full and I had to leave the car on a side street three blocks away.

Registration was in the new gym, which seemed to be a really nice building except that the air conditioning wasn't working. As a result, the place was hot, stuffy, and smelled like, well, a gym.

Maybe it was the lack of air conditioning or maybe it was something else, but there seemed to be more people strutting around naked than usual. Ms. Sprite, the girl's swim team coach, and a couple of other people who looked like teachers were even naked. I got in line to pickup my schedule from a girl with clothes, then tried to avoid textbook and supply tables being worked by naked students. I was gratified to learn that I did need some gym clothes.

I was almost done when I sensed a tap on my shoulder and a feminine voice behind me.

"Hi, Adam," she said. "Did you get one of these?" It was Nadia Blosser, a girl Dan dated as a sophomore. But that was before Nadia did time in The Program and later adopted a short skirt and nipple shields as normal attire. Today's was a red and black pleated tartan. Skirt, that is. Unlike most girls, she also carried a purse. It was black, with a shoulder strap.

"Uh, no, what?" I asked, concentrating on her face. That, however, was difficult because Nadia was about a foot shorter than me. She had nice shoulders, a cute perky hair style, and a pack of handouts.

"This is a list of new rules for the year. You need to read it before the first day of class. By the way, how's Dan doing?"

"Oh, he's fine," I told her. "He's still got the same PDA address. You could call him."

"No, that's over. I just wondered if he kept the piercing."

"I never knew he had one. Well, thanks for the set of rules."

"I'm almost done here. Would you like to get a Coke somewhere?"

"Do you a shirt or something you could wear?"

"No, after I got pierced I gave away all my tops and bras. They kept getting snagged. Are you sure that's a problem?"

"Maybe some other time, eh? I hafta work out."

Checkout was uneventful. A sophomore girl wearing a cotton blouse and slacks rang up the total. I told my PDA to transmit the credit memo my mom had authorized, and the checkout girl charged it.

After being in the hot stuffy gym for an hour, being outside was truly a breath of fresh air. So, I found a bench, dumped my load of books and supplies, and started reading the new rules.

Parking passes this year will be yellow rather than red.

The school nurse will no longer be present from 8:00 AM to 4:00PM every day, The new hours are 7:30 AM to 3:30 PM.

I yawned. This was pretty boring stuff, and I wondered what Ben had got so excited about.

In accordance with the Equal Access To Facilities Act, all school washrooms and locker rooms will be gender neutral.

The blanket prohibition on personal displays of affection is abolished. However, such displays must not occur during class and must not disrupt any class.

All previous dress codes are abolished.

BMHS will continue and expand its affiliation with the Naked At School Association.

Now I could understand why Ben had been upset. If some people thought it was cool to be naked, fine, let them find somewhere to be naked and stay there. Let the rest of us be normal. The proof was in the numbers: even though every crowd contained its percentage of naked people, most still preferred wearing clothes. Why wasn't that good enough?

As I mulled this over, I notice more printing on the back of the handout. Here's what it said:

Dress Policy for Activities

Each spring, the members of the cheerleading, pom-pom, and majorette squads (other than seniors) will vote on the issue of uniforms for the coming year. As a result of last spring's vote, all three squads will be naked this year.

Whoa. Last year it was just the cheerleaders. It was unbelievable how things were going to hell.

Members of other performing organizations, such as band, choir, and debate, will vote on uniforms and dress prior to their first public event. Drama will vote for each production.

Pfew! Thank goodness I wasn't affiliated with any of those.

After consultation with many college scouts and recruiters, the East Central Athletic Conference has decided that all competitors must, to the maximum extent possible, be naked. However, in the case of contact sports like football and wrestling, some equipment may be allowed, and some rules may be altered.

No! I mean, swimming was hardly a contact sport! Did they really expect me to swim naked? Maybe there was still some kind of exception! There had to be!

In general, practice for all student activities will follow the dress code of the performance or competition.
Example: If cheerleaders are naked for games, they must be naked for practice as well.

Oh shit. They want us to practice naked as well!

Teachers, coaches, and staff will follow the same dress code as students.
Example: If cheerleaders are to be naked for practice, the cheerleading coach must also be naked.

That explains Ms. Sprite being naked this afternoon, I decided with a sick feeling in my stomach. Or did it? This was school registration, not swim practice! I dreaded going back into that overheated gym, and I had no idea how to deal with a naked teacher. But I needed answers, and that meant I had to go back. So, I picked up my load of stuff and headed back in.

Only to find Nadia Blosser guarding the entrance. "Adam, did you forget something?" she asked.

"No, I just need to talk with Ms. Sprite," I replied. "Do you know where she is?"

"Uh, you can't bring that stuff back in, Adam. They'll charge you for it again when you leave," Nadia explained. "Is everything OK?"

"Yeah, I just need to talk with Ms. Sprite. Is there somewhere I can put this stuff?"

"Well, you could put it in your locker," Nadia suggested. "Your schedule shows your locker number and you just bought a lock, right?"

Duh. Like I couldn't think of that. "How did you know I bought a lock? Where you watching me?"

"No, silly. Everyone has to buy a new lock this year. Here let me see where your locker is, and if I see Ms. Sprite, I'll tell her you're looking for her. Are you sure you don't want a Coke?"

Naturally, my locker was in the gym building. They do that for athletes. I told Nadia I'd think about the Coke and headed toward my new locker.

I found the locker and was fitting my stuff into it when I head the slap of naked feet behind me. Fortunately, it was Ms. Sprite and not Vivian Vivichelli. But she was still naked.

"Were you looking for me, Adam?" she asked.

"Uh, could we go somewhere and talk?" I asked. "And, uh, do you have any clothes?"

"My office isn't furnished yet but we can sit in the quad," she replied. "Sorry about the clothes, but I need to get used to this just as much as you do. I left everything at home. Now, what's up?"

"Is Mr. Bythos around?"

"No, Adam, and he won't be. Finish putting that stuff in your locker and I'll be waiting in the quad. Is that OK?"

I guessed that it was. It took me a few minutes to finish putting everything away, and then I followed the direction Ms. Sprite had gone.

The quad was an open, rectangular area near the center of the campus. There were lots of sidewalks leading here and there, but grassy areas with benches as well. Ms. Sprite was seated on one of the benches, with one ankle on her knee and one arm along the backrest. I sat on the next bench, diagonally across from her.

"Oh, hi, Adam. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah. Could you be, like, not sprawled out so much?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. It really is a beautiful day and I was just enjoying the breeze. Is this better?" She crossed her legs and folded her hands.

"Uh, yes, sorry too. Uh, Ms. Sprite, do they really expect me to be naked during swim meets?"

"I'm afraid so, Adam. I'm sure you watch college swim meets on television, and the swimmers are always naked these days. Otherwise, the TV ratings drop to zero and the colleges can't afford to keep up the teams. So now, the college scouts want to see high school swimmers complete naked. A swimmer who chokes up or doesn't look good naked is a poor prospect."

"Well, I've never wanted to be naked, and it embarrasses me to look at naked people. Doesn't that count for anything?"

"Not when it comes to television and college scouts, apparently. Adam, listen to me. I don't like this any more than you do. There was no public nakedness when I grew up. Not in grade school; not in high school; not in college. They taught us, especially the girls, that showing your body was demeaning. Everyone was supposed to admire our brains, and they couldn't do that if they saw our bodies. Does that make sense?"

"Well, yeah, that's almost exactly how I feel. Except that I think people can be naked and smart at the same time."

"Well, that's part of this crazy age we live in. In more and more jobs, you have to look good and be naked in addition to being capable in all the traditional ways. But those other capabilities still count. And I think people realize that."

"Maybe I'll just quit the team," I mused.

"I'd hate to see that, Adam. You're a talented swimmer, and I think you can get a full scholarship. Would you really give that up over a pair of Speedos?"

"I dunno. I'll think about it. What happened to Mr. Bythos?"

"He'd rather have pants than a job, I guess. I'm not sure where he's going to find work, though. The same thing is happening everywhere."

"Is there a new coach yet?"

"For now, it's just me for both the girls and boys teams. But the school is still looking. We have enough swimmers that we really need two coaches. Anything else?"

"Is the pool going to be open Tuesday morning for workouts?"

"I don't know. They're still checking the equipment and the water quality. Should I send you a message if it's ready?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

"Anything else?"

"No, that's all."

"OK, Adam, but here's some advice from me. It's very nice that you keep looking into my eyes, but it's OK to look at the rest of me, too. Otherwise, I'm going through all this anxiety for nothing. OK?" And with that, she got up and offered me her hand.

All right, I'm human. I gave here a good up-and-down, and instantly developed a massive erection. "Thanks," I offered. "I think I'll sit here a while and think about it."

"Stand up, Adam."

"I'm embarrassed."

"I know. Stand up, stick your hands in your pants, and arrange yourself. C'mon now. I'm married, you know. There's nothing new to me in there."

Maybe it was because she's a coach, but somehow I got up and did what she wanted. At least, it got her tits out of my face.

"You have a lot of potential, Adam," she said. "Don't let a little patch of fabric hold you back." And with that, she turned around and walked back to the gym. I watched her butt jiggle and got even stiffer, but I also thought about what she said.

I stood alone in the quad for a few moments, but eventually it felt safe to walk again. I got the stuff out of my locker and began walking to the car.

"Last chance for that Coke," came a voice from (where else) behind me. I turned around.

"Hi, Nadia," I said. "OK, you talked me into it. Let's go."

"Do you want me to wear your gym shirt or something?" she asked.

I sighed. "No, my mom would get pissed if you snagged it," I replied.

"Can I carry some of that?" Nadia wanted to know. "Or are you too macho?"

"What? Uh, no, this is kind of awkward. I mean, yes, can you take a couple of these bags? I don't think they'll chafe or anything."

"Are you sure you're OK with me?" Nadia wanted to know. "I just thought, you know, we used to see each other a little bit. Because of Dan. But he and I are both over that."

It was obvious Nadia was picking up some kind of negative vibes from me. Scratch it up to ignorance, but I thought I should explain myself.

"Uh, look Nadia, it's not Dan. I'm just not used to being with someone who doesn't wear all the normal clothing, that's all. I'll get over it."

"So why today?"

"Well, because you asked me, and I used to know you, and I need to get over this if I'm going to stay on the swim team. I hope you don't mind."

"You were never in The Program, were you?"

"No."

"Well, it gets you over those hurdles. You could try it any time, you know."

"What, The Program? They have to call you down to the office."

"No, being naked. You could try it right now, if you wanted. I'll do it too, if you want."

"I don't think I'm ready for that today," I replied. "Or for you to do that today."

"How about your shirt, then? Would you take off your shirt? I mean, you do that for swimming. That should be OK, right?"

"Yeah, OK, if you want me to," I assented. By then we were at the car, so I opened the trunk, dropped in all my school stuff, and then peeled off my shirt and threw that in too. Then, I opened the door for Nadia. She threw in her purse and sat down, then we were off.

"You're very smooth," Nadia remarked.

"What, for getting talked out of my shirt?"

"No, your skin. Did you nuke your body hair?"

"Yeah, most of the swimmers do that. It saves shaving."

"So, all you guys are smoothies? How cool!"

"What makes you think that?"

"I don't like guys with pubic hair. They feel rough."

I couldn't believe she said that. "Nadia, what makes you think that getting rid of other body hair gets rid of pubic hair?"

"I have the same factor in my injection," she replied. "Here, see?"

At that, she flashed me. For the second time in a day, I did the human thing and looked. For a second. No panties. No hair. Just lips. And something metal. I returned my eyes to the road.

"So, where do you want to go?" I asked. "Raul's? Wolfgang's? Bubbas?"

"Raul's is OK," Nadia replied. We were only a few blocks away, so there was little to say as I headed that direction and pulled into the parking lot.

Raul's strongly resembled a classic hole-in-the-wall Mexican cantina. In fact, it had been exactly that before losing its liquor license. That's when they cleaned the place up, brought in some fake dirt, and started catering to the high school crowd. We sat on two bar stools positioned at a tall café table.

"So," I began, "It's been a while since we talked. What's been happening?"

"Well, I broke up with Dan. You knew that, right? Then I hung out with my girlfriends for a while; then it was summer and I started helping at the hospital. I used to talk with some of the guys there, but they were really too old for me. Then I did my Junior year and here I am! Oh yeah, last fall I was in The Program."

"What do you do at the hospital?"

"I'm a candy-striper. I visit the patients; I give them newspapers and books; I hand out peppermint candies; sometimes I just talk with them and try to cheer them up. It's obvious, of course, but some of those people get really bummed out. I can't cure them but maybe I can brighten their day."

"Are you dressed like that?"

"Pretty much. The hospital gives me a little red and white hat to wear, and I have a red and white pleated skirt that goes with it."

"Yeah, I suppose that would spread some cheer," I commented. "How did you like being in The Program."

"Oh, the first couple of days were tense but then I got used to it. In fact, I even got to like it. I learned a lot about myself. The next week I felt like some kind of mousey wallflower wrapped in a flour bag. So, that weekend, I got pierced and tossed my tops."

A waitress appeared wearing a flower in her hair and a peasant blouse. She gave us each a napkin and asked what we wanted.

"Small Coke for me," said Nadia.

"Large mineral water," I decided.

Small tip, thought the waitress, and off she walked swaying her hips. A naked Aztec guy was tattooed on her butt.

"So, you going with anybody now?" Nadia asked casually.

"No, are you?" I answered automatically.

"I dated some guys over the summer but I never got close with any of them. You gonna be on the swim team again this year?"

I was surprised she knew about that. Not many students paid attention to the swim team. "Well, yeah, assuming I can stand doing it naked. The conference decided that all competitions will be naked this year, and the school says if you compete naked, you have to practice naked."

"Well, that makes sense," Nadia opined.

"What, competing naked? How?"

"No, I meant having practice the same as competition. Why did the conference make that rule?"

"Because the college athletes all compete naked now, and the scouts want to see their prospects that way."

"Is that a big deal?"

"Well, for me it is. I've just always worn clothes, you know? I'm used to it. Why should I be naked and have other people looking at me?"

The senorita brought our drinks. I scanned the bill into my PDA and added a dollar tip. She winked.

"You know, Adam, you really look OK. In fact, you look great. I bet you'd look great without those shorts, too."

Suddenly I remembered not having a shirt on. I felt awkward as hell, but the shirt was in the car and running out to get it seemed even more awkward than sitting there without it.

"Oh, did I freak you out?" Nadia apologized. "I'm sorry. So who are these college scouts and how can they tell the conference what rules to make?"

"Well, if you want an athletic scholarship, you have to impress the scouts. So if a scout says he'd like to see something, it usually happens."

Nadia paused, then said, "I wish I had a way of getting a scholarship. My aunt and uncle don't have the money for college."

"Are your grades good?"

"Well, yeah, I usually get A's except for Math and Science, and for those I get B's."

"Have you talked to Ms. Watt? She the college counselor."

"Yeah, but I don't think she likes me."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't wear a blouse. She gets huffy when I show up for an appointment."

Nadia kicked off one shoe, then lifted her heel onto the seat of my bar stool. Her foot was right between my legs. I could smell it, but somehow it smelled good.

"What about Mr. Weir? Have you talked with him?" I suggested.

"I think he likes me too much?"

"Because you don't wear a blouse?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you could always wear a blouse."

"I don't have any. And anyway, wearing a blouse just once is more provocative than never wearing one at all."

"Well, don't give up, OK? Maybe they do like you; they just have a funny way of showing it. And even if they don't like you, getting you into college is their job, and they have to do it. You're pretty limber, aren't you?"

"I used to take dance, and I still do stretching exercises," she explained. Then, she scooted a few inches closer and wiggled her toes.

"What are you doing?" I suddenly asked. It was a stupid question but I didn't know what else to say.

"Stretching exercises. Do you mind?"

"It's kind of embarrassing."

"You think I'm embarrassing you?" she asked.

"No, I'm afraid of embarrassing myself. And I don't want to get a reputation for doing things like, in public."

"Oh, so you might get an erection. And that's a bad thing. Especially coming from me."

"No, I'm embarrassed because of myself, not because of you. I like you. Lots of people like you. And yeah, I realize some guys like showing off their erections so much that they go naked all the time. I'm just not like that. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."

"You like me?"

"Well, yeah. I always liked you when you were dating Dan. I like sitting here talking to you."

"Why didn't you say something over all this time?"

I stared at her face for a moment, not sure what to say. Then we both said it together: "No blouse."

"So why today? And why did you say No the first couple of times?"

"I guess I planned to be part of the fully dressed crowd for the rest of my life," I explained. "Then all of a sudden, it was swim naked or don't swim at all. I guess I needed someone to talk to other than my folks or my friends - someone on the naked side. I hope you don't feel used."

"No, Adam, I'm flattered you would come to me. And I hope we can be friends. How'm I doing over there."

With a shock, I realized that her foot was fully against my crotch, and that I had a mild erection. A mild erection that quickly became raging.

"Uh, you're doing pretty good," I remarked. "You should probably stop, though."

"Why, you still think you're going to embarrass yourself?"

"It's a distinct possibility. Is my face red?"

"A little. And your nipples are stiff. Do you want to get out of those shorts? Shall I ask the waitress for some tissues?"

"No, I don't think so."

"You could just pull away, you know."

"Do you always do things like this on the first Coke date?"

"No. You wanna go in the back room or you wanna sit here and talk?"

"You know, actually, I'm going to be late for work. I better order something to eat on the way and then get going." With that, I motioned the waitress.

"How about me?"

"You hungry?"

"No."

"You need a ride?"

"Yeah, that'll work. Can you do it and drive at the same time?"

The waitress arrived with a box of tissues. I ordered a burrito for myself and asked Nadia again if she wanted anything to eat.

"Just that ride," she replied. Suddenly, I found myself running an instant replay of the conversation. Nadia kept wiggling her toes.

"I need to tell my mom I'll be missing dinner," I explained, raising my PDA. Nadia shot me a glance signaling that she understood. "Hey, Mom!" I dialed.

"Hi Adam," she replied after a few seconds. "What's up?"

"I'm going straight to work from here, Mom. I'll grab something to eat on the way. Is something wrong with your video?"

Nadia kept wiggling her toes.

"I'm at the office, and there seems to be some sort of problem here. I can see you, though. Since when did you start going to Raul's?" My PDA, of course, had transmitted my location.

"I'm having a Coke with Nadia Blosser. You remember her, don't you? She and Dan used to date."

The toe wiggling intensified.

"I'm not sure do I remember her. Can you send me a picture?"

Without thinking, I turned to PDA toward Nadia. "Oh, yes; now I remember her face," Mom's voice intoned. "Are you two having a nice time?"

Nadia kept wiggling her toes.

"Yeah, Mom; we're talking about old times. See you later, OK?"

"OK, dear. Call again if you go anywhere after work. Bye." And the connection ended.

"Uh, look; I really do have to get to work," I told Nadia. "And this is all kind of fast for me. All I expected was a Coke between old friends."

Nadia just stared at me and kept wiggling her toes. I stared back and then we both stared for a minute or two. She reached across the table with both hands, and I took them.

"I don't know what to say," I finally said.

"You're doing OK," she responded.

"I guess that burrito will be ready in a few minutes."

"Yeah."

"So where do you live?"

"Over on Westport street. But my car is still at school. Can you take me there?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

"You still want me to stop?"

"Yes and no."

Another minute passed.

"Well, here comes your burrito," Nadia observed. "I'll go pee while you pay."

The waitress signaled my PDA with another four dollar charge, and I made it five. Then she touched the box of tissues and raised an eyebrow. I motioned for her to remove the box and idly watched her Aztec guy flex his muscles as she returned to her station.

Carefully, oh so carefully I stood. I was dying to arrange myself, but a sense of decorum prevailed. Fortunately, another minute or two passed before Nadia emerged from the washroom.

"Ready to go?" she asked. I was, and told her so, and we did. When we got to the car, I started to put my shirt back on.

"Don't, OK?" Nadia asked, so I didn't.

"It was nice talking with you," I told her.

"Yeah, it was good," Nadia replied. "Where do you work?"

"Game Gear and Garb. It's a sporting goods store over on Western."

"Oh yeah, I know that place. So, swim team, sporting goods, that goes together, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess that helped me get the job," I admitted. "Well, here's the parking lot. Is that your car?"

"Lucky guess," Nadia responded.

There was only one car left in the lot. I pulled up along side, then got out of the car to say goodbye. When I opened her door, she surprised me with a hug. I hugged back, and it was very strange to feel her nipple shields against my stomach, her breasts against the sides of my arms, and her bare back beneath my hands.

"Well, I'm gonna be late for work," I stated once again.

"Can't have that," Nadia admitted. "Keep in touch, OK?"

"Deal," I agreed, then she got in her car and drove off. I put on my shirt and headed over to Gear and Garb.

By some incredible accident I arrived at work just in time. But after I clocked in, Mr. Sudstrom, the owner, called me aside. I thought I was in some kind of trouble.

"Adam, I heard a rumor today that Bald Mountain is doing away with sports uniforms. Have you heard anything like that?"

"Well, yeah, at registration today, they gave everyone a list of new school rules. And it said that all the teams in the East Central Athletic Conference will be competing naked."

"Oh, that's terrible," he fretted. "Every month I'm selling less clothing than the same month a year ago. And now, none of the athletes will be buying anything. What about practice?"

"Same as competition."

"Yeah, I was afraid of that. Oh, this is awful."

"What about everybody else? Like people who play for fun, or for their health?"

"You guys are the trend-setters. People see you playing naked, they want to play naked. All right, I need to concentrate that much more on equipment. Take your drawer and relieve Jenna at the checkout, would you?"

Of course, I would and did. It only took a moment for us to change cash drawers and then Jenna was gone. I can't say I blamed her; her shift was over fair and square.

It was a pretty normal evening. Business was slow until six thirty, then a steady flow of customers bought tennis racquets, golf clubs, bats, mitts, shoes, and various kinds of balls. Only about one customer in twenty or thirty was naked, or even partially so.

Everything truly seemed right with the world until Vivian Vivichelli appeared shortly before closing. She was dressed (not) in her usual fashion of spiky black hairstyle and a pair of sandals. She paused without speaking near the checkout counter, then headed toward the golf section. A moment later, the customer service light in that department began flashing.

"Adam, would you get that?" boomed Mr. Sudstrom's voice over the PA. "I'll watch the door from here." With some dread, I headed back toward the golf section.

"I'm interested in a mashie niblick," Vivian announced.

"That would be a seven iron with a wooden shaft," I explained. "We don't have any wooden shafts."

"Would you like one?"

"No, Vivian."

"How about you mash, I'll nibble?"

"No."

"You nibble, I'll mash?"

"No."

"Well, what kind of iron do you have?"

"Wilson, McGregor, Hogan, Titlist, Ping," I explained.

"What kind of shaft do you have?"

"Steel."

"Those pants must be baggier than they look."

"Look, Vivian; do you want to buy any golf clubs or not?"

"Let me see, ah, what did you call it?.. a seven iron."

"OK, Vivian. This is a popular club for women. It might be a little long for you, though."

"I'll be the judge of that," she advised. "How should I hold it?"

"Left hand high, right hand low, thumbs down and lined up with the blade."

"Like this?"

"No, that would be the position for a baseball bat. You set the club face on the floor."

"I'm not into that."

"It's called addressing the ball."

"You mean like, Oh! Hello Mr. Ball! Wanna go to heaven?"

"No. Do you want me to show you?"

"OK."

"So give me the club."

She refused. "When my friend took golf lessons, the instructor stood behind her and held her hands."

"That's not gonna happen."

"Your boss is watching from the window up there," Vivian observed. "What about customer service? Isn't the customer always right?"

Oh brother. "OK, just this once. Here, move out in the aisle." She made me hold her shoulders and steer her into position.

Cautiously, I approached her from behind and reached around to grasp her hands. Cautiously, I guided the club face onto the floor. I could see over her shoulder, but not over her tits. Her naked butt was against my pants. And my dick was getting very hard!"

"I think I'm starting to get it," Vivian decided. "Where do we go from here?"

"The backswing."

"Right here in the store? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"No, lean on your right foot, lift your left heel, and move the club over your right shoulder."

"I saw a movie where people did that."

"Well, I hope it was a golf movie. No, keep your wrist straight. Up, up, OK. Now, the power stroke."

"I could use some of that."

"Keeping your wrists straight, straighten your arms and direct the club face toward the ball. Shift your weight onto your left foot. Follow through until the club is over your shoulder."

"The people in that movie did the same thing."

"Well, look; I don't want you to hit me in the head, so I'm going to step away and let you try that. OK?"

"OK."

I swear, she tripped me. I looked around later, and there were no lumps in the carpet or anything. All I know is that suddenly, I was laying on the floor, and she was on top of me. Our faces were inches apart. The rest of us was, well, I hate to think how close the rest of us was.

"Do I get a point or anything?" Vivian wanted to know.

"No, I think you get a one stroke penalty."

"Right now?"

"No, when hell freezes over. Get off of me, OK?"

"Why? The store is closed. Your boss locked the front door."

"Well then, he's waiting to leave. Get off of me."

"No, he watching us. Hi, Mr. Boss!"

After that, I didn't care. I rolled out from under Vivian, stood up, and spotted Mr. Sudstrom not ten feet away, at the end of the aisle."

"Is the golf lesson over?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes, definitely," I assured him. The smile faded.

"Well then, young lady, I'll let you out." And with that, he led Vivian to the front door and opened it.

"I'm very sorry about that," I told Mr. Sudstrom when he returned. "That girl has been bothering me all summer."

"Oh, that's all right," he reassured me. "At least she picked a time when business was slow. You know, though: I think she likes you."

"That not possible," I remarked, and then I clocked out, went home, did my weights, and crashed.