Upon awakening, the first thing I sensed was nakedness, complete nakedness: no bedspread, no blanket, no sheet, no bedclothes. Just me, my ever-present erection and the air. The door was open for anyone who wanted to peek.

Dignity at that point wasn't much of an option. Blithely and boldly I navigated the hallway and seized the bathroom before the twins or anyone else took it over. I tried my new pissing exercises for a few minutes, but achieved no real success. Instead, I began my shower with cold water and then, after relieving myself, switched to warm.

The clothes I wanted to wear had been in the bag I'd picked up from Dan's, which meant they were in the dryer, which was in the basement. So after drying myself, I headed downstairs, through the kitchen, and towards the basement. I hadn't counted on Mom being in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Adam," she greeted me. "Feeling liberated this morning?"

"Uh, no, I was just going downstairs to get my clothes out of the dryer," I explained. Mom made no pretense of putting anything on.

"If you'd like to sit down, I can make you some eggs," she offered.

It was tempting, but I wanted to get my clothes. "Can you get them started and I'll be right back? Those clothes were sitting wet for three days in Dan's garage, and I'm hoping they're not stained."

"Suit yourself," Mom replied, and then I headed down the stairs. A few items were stained, but it looked as if another washing would clear that up. I threw those into the washer and started a new cycle.

The rest of the items were OK. I selected some socks, briefs, pants, and a shirt, and then I carefully put them on. The rest I folded and took upstairs.

Mom was just finishing my eggs, and smiled as I sat down carefully. "Those pants can't be comfortable," she remarked.

"They beat being naked," I replied.

"Well, if you say so. Here are your eggs. I made you some toast, too."

"With strawberry jam?"

"Yes, your favorite. Do you want milk or orange juice?"

"Milk. Thanks, mom, you're the greatest." She was, too, even though she remained naked while watching me eat.

When I'd finished eating, I cleared and rinsed my dishes, then went upstairs to put away my clothes and get the rest of my things for school. Today, I was going to be prepared: I was going to bring a spare lock and some gym clothes.

On my way out, Mom stopped me for a kiss, and to tease me about my slightly awkward gait. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say she cupped me and tried to adjust things down there.

Ms. Sprite had arrived a few minutes before me, but Olivia was nevertheless waiting outside the gym door. "Adam, I almost didn't recognize you," she teased.

"I'm not really into the naked thing, you know. If we have to do it for athletics, well, we have to do it. But that's as far as I go."

"C'mon, let's get ready for our shower," Olivia suggested, then she treated me to a show of her undulating shoulders and butt. Soon we were in the athletic locker room.

As I had the day before, I grabbed a locker basket, undressed, and threw in my clothes. Then, I threw in my gym clothes. Olivia seemed to enjoy the show.

"Will Rita and Serena be in the bleachers again?" I asked her.

"Yes, we drive in together," she replied.

"Do you think one of them would hold my PDA and let me know if a call comes in?"

"I'm sure they would," Olivia answered, so I kept the PDA, put the basket back in its slot, and snapped on the extra lock I brought. I gave both the lock and the basket a good pull, then headed with Olivia toward the showers.

If anything, Olivia was more forward than on Tuesday. As soon as the shower heads were running, she clamped onto me with both arms and a leg. The water gushed rapidly down our hair, across our joined faces, down our chests, our sides, our abs, our butts, our legs. With one hand she began drawing soap and smearing it between us. My hands explored her firm butt and tender nipples.

Gently, she rolled my back onto the floor. Then she laid on top of me, inverted so her face was over my cock and her nether lips were over my face. Simultaneously, we engulfed each other's sex.

My tongue explored Olivia's smooth, hairless slit. Her aroma was powerful and intoxicating. I savored and reveled in her taste. Meanwhile, her lips and her tongue encircled and massaged my raging cock. Surely this was the most intimate, the most sensory-laden of all sex acts, even without the water falling around us and snaking toward the drain.

Suddenly, I felt my ejaculation begin. Olivia took me deeper, and began alternately swallowing and breathing. I know because I felt her breath against my balls. On and on I pumped, longer than I thought possible. Meanwhile, my tongue found Olivia's clitty and I began licking as fast and furiously as I could. When Olivia came, I felt her thighs kicking, her pussy flexing, and her hips bucking. And her scent, oh, her scent grew stronger than ever. Yes, it was powerful, but it was also deeply sexual, a woman's most intimate response. I couldn't understand what anyone found offensive about it.

We both relaxed a moment, then stood to flush our juices. Olivia peed and so did I. Then, after shaking off a bit, I picked up my PDA and we headed toward the pool.

Rita was dressed in a lacy bra and panties, and Serena was wearing a tiny black lycra cocktail dress. Rita agreed to hold my PDA and let me know if a call came in.

As on Tuesday, the workout consisted primarily of swimming laps. I was just getting into my zone when Olivia noticed Rita waving at us. It was 7:35, which was about the time I expected.

The call, as I'd hoped, was from Nurse Nystrom. Dripping wet, I stepped away from Rita and Serena, then explained to Nurse Nystrom what I needed. When she responded, I knew at last that things were starting to fit together. To be sure, I called Dr. Polk's office and spoke with Holly Dooley for a few minutes. Then, I told the PDA to call Vivian.

"Hullo?" she answered.

"Vivian, it's Adam."

"Who?"

"Adam. Adam Jonson."

"Who?" she asked again, then there was a long pause.

"Adam Jonson," I repeated.

"Yonson! Is that you? Why didn't you say so?"

"Uh, look, Vivian, I think I have some information that'll help you out. You might want to record this."

"I got it."

"OK. When you get to school this morning, go see Nurse Nystrom and tell her you need a Department of Education form DE-237, Medical Necessity for Education. You'll need to give her permission to access your medical records, then she'll print it out for both of you to sign.

"Then go to the office and tell them you need a BMHS form BM-20, Evidence of Scholastic Standing. The computers can print that out in just a few minutes. Then ask Mr. Sippling, the assistant principal, to notarize both forms.

"Now, the next part has to do with your aunt. She needs to speak with the apartment manager or whoever's in charge this morning, and have them fill out a state form RS-2741, Status of Dependent Minor. That's going to say that you've been living in your aunt's apartment and as her dependent for at least six months. Make sure the manager signs it.

"Then, you aunt needs to appear in person at the unemployment office and get a Department of Economic Assistance form DEO-6. That proves that her unemployment benefits and health insurance have run out.

"So that's four forms you need to collect. They're all paper, which I know is archaic, but that's the way the government works. Now, you also need to call my doctor's office, Dr. Polk, and talk to the receptionist, Holly Dooley. She holding an appointment open for you and your aunt at four o'clock today, but you need to call her this morning and confirm that. You and your aunt bring in those four forms at four o'clock this afternoon, and Holly will do the rest of the paperwork so both of you can get your injections."

I have to admit, I was feeling rather proud of myself at that moment. Figuring out all that paperwork and setting up the appointments in less than a day seemed like a pretty fine piece of work. Vivian, however, remained silent.

"Vivian, are you there?" I finally asked.

"Yeah. Is this some kind of trick, Yonson? Because if it is..."

"No, Vivian, I think this is really going to work. Nurse Nystrom will look up your old DNA analysis and if it's like you say, she'll certify that gaining that much weight will affect your grades. The form from the office proves that your grades are good enough to save. The form from your apartment manager proves that you're living with your aunt, and the form from the unemployment office proves that she can't pay for the injections. If you give Holly Dooley those forms, she can do the rest and the state will pay."

"My aunt has no way of getting to the unemployment office."

"OK, let me work on that, and I'll call you back as soon as I have an answer. What's your aunt's number?"

"She doesn't have one. You have to call the neighbor."

"OK, give me the neighbor's number. And what's your aunt's name?"

"Yonson, what's this all about?" she asked.

"It's about your injection."

"Yeah, but why?"

"Well, it ran out. That's what you told me yesterday."

"No, why did you get involved in all this?"

"Let's just say I didn't want a fat chick harassing me."

For a second, I thought Vivian sniffled. It was hard to say, though, whether she was humiliated, touched, or unaffected. Perhaps I imagined it.

"You're sure this isn't a trick?" she asked again.

"Vivian, look, if it were a trick, you'd find out as soon as you talked to Nurse Nystrom or went to the office. It wouldn't be much of a prank. Why would I bother? No, I really think this is going to work, and so does Holly Dooley. And Holly's been handling medical claims since before we were born. Now, are you OK with this?"

"I guess."

"So give me your aunt's name and the number."

Vivian gave me her aunt's name, Marjorie Major, the neighbor's number, and the number at the apartment office.

"OK, I'm going to work on that ride for your aunt. OK?"

"OK."

"I'll be in touch, I promised," then I broke the connection.

It looked like I was going to miss most of the workout, but nevertheless I called my mom.

"Adam, I'm surprised you called," she answered. I was getting a torso shot, head to waist.

"Hey mom," I began, "remember how before I had my diver's license, sometimes the real estate courier would give me a ride somewhere? Like to a doctor's appointment after school or something?"

"Yes, Adam, I remember."

"Well, I'm trying to help somebody out here; they've been away from medical coverage and they really need to get back on. And to do that, her aunt needs to appear in person at the unemployment office today. Do you suppose the courier could give her a ride?"

"I don't know, Adam. That's really not what the courier is for. And our regular day-shift courier just quit. The evening and weekend courier has moved up to days, but things are still a little tight."

"Is Wednesday a busy day?"

"No, now that you mention it, it's not. Is this really important to you, Adam?"

"Yes, Mom, it is."

"Well, OK, if the courier can't do it, I'll handle it myself. Do you have the name, the address, and a phone number?"

Thankfully, I gave my mom the information, then I told her she was the greatest. Then we said I-love-you and disconnected.

Rita was giving me the eye as I placed another call to Vivian.

"Yonson, what now?" Vivian answered.

"Uh, look, I arranged a ride for your aunt. It'll be someone from Bogswamp Realty."

"Who the heck is that?"

"That's the realty company where my mom works. It'll be either the office courier or my mom driving."

"Your mom would take my aunt to the unemployment office?"

"Let's just say I asked her real nice."

"Something doesn't add up here, Yonson, but I'm going to give this a try. I'm just getting's off the bus in front of school, so next stop will be the nurse."

"Good. She waiting for you, and I really think this whole deal is going to work out. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, I bet you will. Later," she said, and then she broke the connection.

By then it was a little past eight o'clock and workouts were almost over. I finished as many laps as I could, then Ms. Sprite blew the whistle and we all returned to the locker room.

The lock on my basket was secure but the safety of the contents was another matter. At first I couldn't believe it, but then I had to admit it was true. Someone had soaked my clothes in glue, and quick-drying glue at that. There was no way I could separate anything and put it on.

"Adam, does someone have it in for you?" Olivia asked.

"So it would seem," I replied angrily. "And if Ms. Sprite wouldn't give me a pass to go home and get dressed yesterday, I don't suppose she will today, either."

"Maybe you could look around and find the bottle of glue," Olivia suggested.

"That's quite a long shot. If we find it sitting out or in the garbage, there's no telling who used it. And if it's someone's drawer or locker, we won't find it."

"Well, you should file a report at the office, or at least tell Ms. Sprite."

First period was due to start in just a couple of minutes, so I decided to talk with Ms. Sprite. She was still naked, of course, but to my relief, she wasn't masturbating. She was supportive, but she hadn't seen anyone messing with my basket and she wasn't aware of any similar incidents. She promised to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

On my way out, I noticed her supply cabinet was open and took a peek inside. But there was nothing inside except some pens, some paper, and a bottle of relaxants. No glue and no drippings.

Period 1 - Gym

Gym class began with homeroom announcements. Ms. Sprite punched a few buttons on a remote control, and the picture appeared on the scoreboard video. It was actually kind of cool.

Ms. Holloway, the principal, seemed to be broadcasting from the Communications room. The camera operator had chosen a head-to-waist shot that provided a nice view of her tits. She began speaking as soon as the eight-thirty bell stopped ringing.

"Good morning teachers and students. There are just a couple of announcements today. First, teachers, please stop sending students to the office because of inappropriate dress. There's no such offense this year. If a student is wearing a piece of clothing that physically interferes with class activities, just tell the student to take it off.

"Second, students, please stop asking the office if a particular item of clothing is OK. Which part of, 'no dress code,' do you not understand? As to clothing that physically interferes with class activities, you should be able to figure that out.

"I guess there's some confusion about the student lounge. It's on the first floor, main building, west wing. It's not fancy, but there are some couches, daybeds, ottomans, wrestling pads, and so forth in there. You can use the lounge before or after class, or you can get a pass during study hall or lunch. I must warn you, though, that the occupancy limit is 66 people, and we're enforcing that.

"The student council will have a meeting after school at three-fifteen today. If you're a class officer or representative, please attend.

"That's all for this morning. Have an enjoyable and productive day."

While Holloway was speaking, I took a quick census of the class. The same four students were naked: me, Crystal, her pompom friend Kristin, and the guy I didn't know. Of the rest, about a third were in gym shorts and t-shirts, a third were in street clothes, and a third had gone weird. For example, one guy showed up in a swimsuit, scuba mask, and flippers.

Ms. Sprite jumped up naked on the first row of bleachers and addressed the class.

"Good morning, people. Today's activity is sprinting, and we'll do it outdoors. As soon as I open the southeast door, everyone should file out and line up in groups of four along the football practice field. One group on the ten yard line, one group on the fifteen, and so forth."

"Those of you wearing long pants or dresses, I suggest you take 'em off. They'll only slow you down and heat you up. Some of you others, I'll be pulling aside and making you leave things in the gym. You probably know who you are. Let's go."

The four of us who were naked ended up at the end of the line, which gave us a chance to watch the others pass inspection. Some of those in street clothes did leave their pants, skirts, or dresses in the gym, giving the rest of us an underwear show. The guy with the scuba mask and flippers had to leave them behind, of course. One girl made a big fuss about leaving her evening gown in the gym, most likely because under it she was commando. A couple of girls had to get rid of high heels, and a guy in suspender shorts had to leave his wooden shoes behind.

Tess Palmer, who'd worn the cabaret outfit Tuesday, was wearing a belly dancer's outfit complete with satin slippers, finger cymbals, harem pants, hip belt, bolero vest, and veils. Somehow that passed except for the slippers.

The drill turned out to be running one-by-one across the football field. When all four runners in a group were across, they ran back one-by-one to the starting point. The four of us who were naked ended up in one group, furthest from the building.

Kristin Schaik, the pompom girl, was the first runner in our group. So, when Ms. Sprite blew her whistle, Kristin immediately headed across the field. She wasn't a particularly fast runner, but I gave her ten out of ten on style.

Just as I was admiring the way Kristin's shoulders, thighs, and butt combined in motion, Crystal struck up a conversation with the other naked guy in our group. "Aren't you Cliff Liepper?" she asked him.

"Yeah, that's right," he answered shyly.

"You wore clothes all last year, didn't you? I think that's why I didn't recognize you."

"Yeah, this is my parents' idea. Over the summer, they decided the whole family should go naked."

"What led up to that?" I asked, sensing a parallel to my own situation.

"We were a pretty normal family until some friends of my parents, the Geumpers, talked 'em into a combined family vacation. It was at this naked resort in the islands."

"So when you got there, did everybody have to take their clothes off?" Crystal asked.

"Nothing so easy," Cliff replied. "A couple of weeks before we left, my parents decided we should all go naked around the house. If we went out with friends or something, though, we could still get dressed for that. The last weekend before we left, the whole family went naked to a water park. After that we went out naked to dinner a couple of times. But the weirdest was on the day we left. When the airport van came, we left the house and got in with no clothes, no luggage, nothing but some sandals and our PDA's. That was pretty strange."

"Did you have your own room at this resort?"

"Naw, that was weird, too. They only got two rooms, one for the parents and one for the kids. So my two sisters and I were together with Sam, Randy, and Wanda Geumpers, all in one room with two beds, a toilet, and a sink. No closets, no coat hangers, no dressers, no suitcase racks, nothing."

"No shower or tub?"

"Well, we really didn't need one. We were swimming every day, and they had some outdoor showers on the way to the beach. But they were just showerheads hanging from an overhead beam."

By then Crystal had already run her sprint, and I was late taking mine. So I took off, bouncing across the grass, with most of the people in the next two groups watching either my erect cock or my bouncing butt. Cliff, of course, wasn't much better off. Kristin began her return sprint.

"So, the six of you in the same room, were you all about the same age?" I asked Cliff.

"Oh yeah, we were all in high school, if you count Sam just graduating from eighth grade. At first we tried each family in its own bed, but I didn't like laying there naked with my sisters. My sisters didn't like rubbing against me either, and the Guempers were having the same problem.

"Then we tried all the boys in one bed and all the girls in the other, but that was weird, too. So after a while we just mixed it up and it didn't matter any more. I mean, we were hanging around together all day anyway, and we'd touch during swimming, or volleyball, or showers, or whatever."

"What about your parents?"

"I guess they mixed it up, too. I mean, after the first couple of days, my mom was pretty open about touching Mr. Guempers. My dad and Mrs. Guempers touched pretty often, too. You know, pats on the butt, tweaks on the nipple, hugs, that sort of thing. Us kids started doing it too, and the adults thought it was cute."

"I'm surprised you didn't have an orgy every night."

"Oh, we did. During the day, too, especially the second week. And sometimes we'd hook up with other kids at the resort. We knew everybody was up-to-date with their STD and contraception shots, because you couldn't make a reservation without proof."

"So what? You all got home and your parents made everything permanent?"

"Yeah, we spent a day getting all the clothes out of the house and putting 'em in storage. My folks stopped my sisters and me from fooling around, though, unless more people are involved. Like, sometimes the parents have two parties at once, one for themselves and one for the older kids. And sometimes we just have teen parties. The thing is, I thought I'd finally gotten cool with the whole naked thing, and than I came to school and it's all weird again. You know what I mean?"

"Yes I do, Cliff. Yes I surely do," I thought. Being at a naked sex resort for two weeks hadn't prepared Cliff Liepper for two days at Bald Mountain High. Wonderful.

At that point, almost everyone was watching Tess Palmer run across the field in her belly dancing outfit, or even better catch her breath, or best of all belly dance. Except, apparently, Ms. Sprite, who noticed that no one from our group was running. She looked like she was ready to go ballistic about it so I took my jog to the other side and struck up a conversation with Kristin .

"Have you been going naked long?" I asked.

"Not as long as I wanted to," she replied. "My parents are, like, way totally against it. I tried going naked around the house a couple of times when I was, like, a sophomore, and they just flipped out. I mean stuff like going from my bedroom to the bath, or watching television, or eating breakfast. What's lewd about that? They even make me wear pajamas or a nightie. I usually ditch the bottoms once I'm under the covers, though."

"So how do you get out of the house?"

"I have to put clothes on. Like this morning I put on a frumpy blouse and a pair of jeans my mom bought me. But as soon as I was a couple of blocks from the house, I pulled over and dumped everything in the trunk. I mean, who needs that?"

"That's what you do every time? You get undressed right there on the street?"

"Yeah, or the parking lot, or whatever."

"You ever get caught?"

"Yeah, they caught me a couple of times. Like, I didn't know my parents were going to the mall, and I went too. They sent me home, which I didn't do right away, and then later they yelled at me. But what are they gonna do? Take away my skin?"

"Why go naked at all?" I asked.

"Huh? Well, I have to for pompom. And after everybody sees you for that, what's left to hide? And most of my friends do it. I dunno, after a while, it just seems free and easy."

Our group was behind the count again, which resulted in a glare and a fearsome whistle from Ms. Sprite. So for the rest of the period, we quietly ran our laps. I still felt as if everyone was watching me, but I suppose they were really looking at Crystal and Kristin.

On our way back inside, a guy carrying his pants fell into step beside me. Apparently he hadn't brought any gym clothes, and his pants got too hot or too tight during the sprints.

"Is your name Adam?" he asked.

"Yes, that's right," I replied, wondering what he had to say.

"My name's Gary. Gary Fischbak. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I ventured, now wondering how I'd gotten into the advice business.

"What's it like being like that all the time?"

"You mean erect?"

"Well yeah, but no, uh, what I really meant was, what's it like being naked all the time?"

"It's a lot like wearing clothes, but without the clothes," I replied. "I don't like it."

"Really? Then why do you do it? Do your parents make you?"

"No, people keep stealing or ruining my clothes. I guess they like seeing me naked, even though I don't like being this way."

"I guess they like the way you look, huh?"

"I suppose."

"Girls? Is it girls who like the way you look?"

"Yeah, so they say. Why do you ask?" I was beginning to hope he would change the subject.

"Well, you know, I've thought about it, but I never thought I'd go through with it. I thought everyone would laugh at me or something. But no one laughed at me this morning, even though I was running around in my underpants." Of course, the fact that that everyone was watching Tess Palmer rather than this Gary kid might have had something to do with it.

"Well, that's something."

"These aren't even a very good pair," Gary admitted.

"So throw 'em out," Crystal interjected. At her voice, Gary jumped almost a foot.

"You think I should go without underwear?" Gary somehow managed to ask.

"Well, if you gonna ditch the pants, you oughta ditch the underwear, too," remarked Kristin.

"So, you two girls think I should go without pants? Aren't you in the pompom squad?"

"Yes and yes," they replied in unison. It was actually kind of funny.

"I don't know if I could do that," Gary objected.

"Just give 'em to me," Kristin ordered. Then sure enough, Gary stepped out of his underpants and handed them to Kristin. Crystal took his pants.

"See, nobody's laughing," Kristin said after we all walked a little further. Tess was making a remarkable amount of noise with her finger cymbals and hip belt, though.

"This is weird, feeling the air all around me," Gary remarked.

Inside, we all showered in the same general area. Gary seemed to be having the time of his life, so much that after drying he abandoned his shirt as well. He looked a little weird wearing wing tip shoes and dark socks but fortunately, nobody laughed. In fact, Crystal managed to signal Tess Palmer behind Gary's back, and Tess game him a quick pubic trim and blow job on his way out.

Kristin threw out Gary's bad underwear and Crystal left his pants on the locker room bench. Unfortunately, they were both too small for me. The underwear and the pants, that is.

"I hope I didn't mislead him," I remarked aloud.

"He got what he wanted," said Crystal.

"C'mon, let's get to Communications," I urged, and then we were off.

Period 2 - Communications

As Crystal and I worked our way through the crowded hallways, it was obvious that the lack of a dress code was having an increasing effect. The majority of people were wearing completely normal clothes, of course, and a few like us were naked. But a sizable minority were wearing swimsuits, pajamas, underwear, bathrobes, nighties, odd uniforms, evening gowns, cocktail dresses, stage costumes, or last year's Halloween costume. Another group was either topless or bottomless, but not both. Others left things unbuttoned, unzipped, or just generally open.

Nadia was late getting to Communications, so I ended up sitting between Vivian and Crystal. Vivian was oddly distant, but mentioned that my mom had picked up her aunt. She threw some strange looks at Crystal, too.

Mr. Magnusson began the class with a lecture on tips for interviewing. He was a good speaker; I have to give him that. He talked a lot about knowing the audience and its preferences, getting to know the person in advance, having a prepared list of questions, and not looking at the camera.

Nadia finally showed up, but was twenty minutes late. Mr. Magnusson was perturbed and, after speaking with her quietly for a moment, told her she'd have to present her excuse to the whole class. Then, as confirmation, he positioned her on the floor spot that was under the microphone and on-camera.

"Class," Magnusson announced, "please pay close attention to Miss Blosser's posture, expression, enunciation, and overall composure. Once she's finished, I'll be asking you to turn in your thoughts. Miss Blosser, please begin."

"Good morning, everyone," Nadia began a little nervously. Her voice sounded strange coming through a dozen television speakers at once.

"This all started when I got to first-period study hall this morning. That's when the monitor told me my schedule change had been approved. The thing is, I never requested a schedule change! But that didn't matter! The monitor made me go to a class called Medieval Knitting in room 397B, which turned out to be a janitor's closet!"

"Then I went to the office, but they said everything was OK! Except that second period, I was supposed to take Transcendental Cooking in room 201C. And that room turned out to be an old boy's washroom that was locked because it hasn't been remodeled yet. But I never requested any of those changes!"

"Odd you should mention that," said Mr. Magnusson. "I received a notice this morning that you were transferring into a class called Celestial Spelunking, and the room number looked like the markings on a manhole cover. But tell us, Miss Blosser, why you didn't just phone the office?"

"Since yesterday my PDA has been acting up," Nadia explained. "Every hour or two it's something different. This morning, it was choked with thousands of messages telling me I may have already won 10,000 drachma for subscribing to magazines from Greece. Oh wait. Now the messages say I've won a beauty contest, and to get my prize I need to pay the $1,000 entry fee. This one claims I've been named Miss Crowheart, Wyoming."

"Very well, Miss Blosser. You may sit down," Magnusson finally allowed. Unfortunately, the only place left was the talk show guest chair where Crystal sat on Tuesday.

Magnusson gave us the rest of the period to write up our evaluation of Nadia's delivery. It was tough not being too hard on her, and not incriminating myself or Ben. Eventually, though, I was satisfied with my report. I submitted it just as the bell rang.

Period 3 English

On the way to English I decided to try my luck taking a pee. Of course, nothing can ever be simple. Because Crystal had the same English class coming up, we were walking together, and she followed me right into the washroom. Thanks again, Equal Access To Facilities Act, I thought.

Even then, Crystal wasn't about to leave me alone. The second I found an open urinal, she took the toilet next to me. Cursing silently, I closed my eyes and tried to relax my never-ending nightmare of a hard-on. Deliberately I let my mind go blank, and then I concentrated on the biggest turnoffs I could recall: pigs wallowing in the muck, stale cigar smoke, the cafeteria garbage, Mr. Kent from English class feasting on bangers and mash. Curiously it was the Mr. Kent bit plus some meditation that did the trick. Silently and fervently I hoped it wasn't Mr. Kent himself, but the bangers and mash that made the difference. Perhaps the thought of food diverted blood from my dick to my digestive tract. Or so I hoped.

Thus relieved I opened my eyes. Crystal was standing just inches to my right, taking a keen interest in developments involving my crotch.

"It just pops back up like that, huh?" she asked. Without thinking she reached toward my cock, then on second thought she withdrew her hand.

"Yeah. The hard part is getting it to go down. How long have you been watching?"

"Long enough," she replied, once again reaching forward. This time she had no second thoughts.

"You know, you really ought to ask before grabbing a guy like that. It's not like I'm in The Program this week. The Program doesn't start until next week."

"It's really warm, isn't it? I can feel the blood running through it. Oh, you have a drop right here at the end. Let me wipe that." To perform that task, Crystal knelt in front of me, touched the mysterious drop, and then flicked it into the urinal.

"We need to leave now, otherwise we'll be late for English," I noted, gently turning her face away from where it was headed.

"You sure?" Crystal asked.

"Yeah, that guy Kent doesn't seem like the type who accepts excuses. And he'll remember you coming in last yesterday."

"That was excused."

"Even so. Maybe later, huh, when there's time for both of us? C'mon, let's go."

English was still a fairly conservative class. Sandra was dressed in red pantyhose and a matching red camisole, but as agreed she ignored me. Crystal and I were still the only naked students, and we sat together in the back. A guy named Ken Stikowski came in without a shirt, revealing pierced nipples. A girl named Nelly Poundstone was tooling around in thong panties and a full-length denim apron.

If Roland Kent took any notice of these antics, he gave no evidence. The instant the bell rang, he announced that for the next three days we'd be reading and discussing passages from Anais Nin. Kent would have us read a passage, then discuss it as a class for ten minutes, then read the passage and discuss it again. Reading the first passage the first time was kind of difficult and boring, but then everyone seemed to get rolling. The end of the period actually came too soon.

Lunch

Lunch started out pretty well. I got through the serving line without banging my dick even once, Nadia had staked out the same table for us, and I didn't get that many butt slaps on the way. Ben, Dan, and Vivian arrived a few minutes after me.

Nadia's PDA was receiving thousands of messages a second touting stock for various obscure companies. Dan made a good show of trying to repair it, but proclaimed the problem too difficult.

Ben arrived wearing a yellow tank top, sneakers, and a blue, plaid, pleated skirt. I mean kilt. It didn't look like a true tartan, though. Apparently, this is what he and the volleyball girls from Outer Midlands had been shopping for the previous evening.

When Teah showed up, she was dripping wet. She was wearing one of her usual light cotton dresses, but after Gym class she'd apparently showered in it. This made her bra and her lack of panties perfectly visible.

Rita Rodriguez showed up with Owen Barnes in tow. Owen was wearing his zipperless pants from the day before. Rita was still in the same bra and panties she'd worn during workouts, both somewhat the worse for wear.

"How's it goin', Owen?" Nadia asked.

Owen stammered for a few moments, then Rita took over and stated, "Nadia, Owen wants to know if you'd cut the zippers out of the rest of his pants."

"I'm really not a seamstress," Nadia deferred. "All it takes is a scissors. Can't you or Owen do it?"

"Well actually, he needs the opening lengthened and enlarged," Rita explained. I began to wonder whose idea this really was.

"I do tailoring and alterations, "Crystal volunteered. "Denim is hard to sew, though, and that means I'd have to use my seamstress's machine. So, I'd have to charge you maybe ten bucks a pair and give her a percentage. How many pairs do you have?"

"Uh, let's say four or five for now," Owen mumbled.

"All right, look, I'm going to be at her house this afternoon. Can you come in at four o'clock for a fitting?"

"Uh, I guess," Owen agreed. "Where is it?"

"Here, I'll send you the address," Crystal said. Then, they linked PDA's so Crystal could send her card and the seamstress's, and Owen and Rita could send theirs.

"Do you alter skirts as well?" Rita asked.

"Yeah, actually, most of our work is women's wear. You gettin' tired of the underwear look?"

"No. It's kind of fun, but I like to change styles from day to day."

"OK, just be there with the clothes at four," Crystal instructed, and then Owen and Rita disappeared. Things were definitely getting spooky.

Vivian was strangely quiet through most of the lunch period. I began to worry something had gone wrong with my plan, but then she stood up and asked me to come with her for a minute. After we dropped off our trays, she led me toward a niche in the hallway.

"I just wanted to tell you, Yonson, that the school nurse and the office knew about those forms, and they got 'em all filled out for me," she stated quietly. To avoid being overheard, she stood within inches of me. Scant inches. Maybe less.

"Your mom picked up my aunt this morning, and that went OK, too," she continued. "My aunt got the form you mentioned from the unemployment office, then she called the real estate office and the courier took her home. The apartment manager is filling out the last form right now. So, everything you said is checking out, at least so far."

"Good. Did you confirm the appointments with Dr. Polk?"

"Oh yeah, I did that, too. So that checked out. Yonson, what's going on here?" She moved even closer, impossible as that seemed.

"I'd say you described it pretty well."

"No, Yonson. This started happening too fast, and it's going too easy. And I don't get what's in it for you."

"You said that without a new injection, you'd get hopelessly fat. I don't want a fat chick bugging me, so I spent five minutes making a few phone calls. You're doing all the work." Her nipples touched my chest and my cock head touched her abs. Instinctively, I held her waist. For a brief moment, I was glad to be naked.

"That story is horseshit and you know it," Vivian stated plainly. "And is that how you see me? Some muscle-bound chick who keeps bugging you?" She began caressing my waist.

"I really don't think you're muscle-bound," I said, exploring her taut, muscular hips.

"That's not the point either. Well look, Yonson, I'm going to keep playing this game just to see where it leads. But if there's a catch or a trick at the end of it, you're gonna pay. Understand?" She moved forward another half inch, forcing my cock to slither across her belly. It left a trail of fluid.

"Understand. Do you and your aunt have a way of getting to Dr. Polk's?" By then, I was firmly massaging her solid and naked butt. Traffic in the hallway was increasing.

"No." Another half-inch forward.

"OK, meet me after school at the door near the parking lot. We'll get your aunt and then I'll drop you off at the doctor's. Do you need a ride home, too?" I pulled her even closer and spoke even more softly.

"Yes." The scent of her arousal was distinctly obvious.

"Well, I have an errand to run, but I'll come back and get you. Call me when you and your aunt are done. OK?" She reached between us, gently pointed my cock upward, and began rolling softly against me.

"Yeah, OK, but I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, Yonson." I pulled her butt even closer.

"Don't look for trouble where there isn't any," I advised, then the end-of-lunch bell rang and we headed to U.S. History.

Period 4 – U.S. History

Mr. Laitle's room was nearly full when Vivian and I arrived for History class. We could have sat together but Vivian chose instead to sit near Gary Fischbak (the guy Crystal, Kristin, and I talk talked out of his clothes that morning in gym class). I, therefore, took one of the few remaining spots: a seat near the center of the room.

Just as the bell rang Mr. Laitle entered the room wearing another rumpled unfashionable suit. Almost immediately he started showing slides and covering the obligatory material about Eric the Red, Lief Ericson, and other early explorers. Then, he launched into a spiel about the European political situation in the 1400's. Fascinating stuff, I've been told.

I wasn't entirely sure what to make of Vivian's behavior during lunch and before class, but that didn't surprise me. As smart as she was, and as self-defensive, she was certainly a difficult person to figure out. By sitting with Gary she might have been pulling away from me, but just as likely she might have been taunting me. Or something else may have been going on. Who knew?

One thing I did know is that quite a few girls were sitting around me, and several of them were ogling. It certainly wasn't as if I had any place to hide. The chairs were the kind with a bookshelf below and a writing surface on top, just as schools had used since the twentieth century.

Mostly the girls seemed to be watching my dick, which would twitch up and down occasionally, but they got an eyeful of the rest of me as well. I suppose it would have been flattering to some people but I was just embarrassed.

By the end of the class Mr. Laitle had reached the 1480's and I was ready to take a piss. Two of the girls who'd been ogling me were Katie Sullivan and Erin Shaunessy, who I'd stained the previous day in gym and sure enough, as soon as class ended, they were begging.

"Adam, that was so cool, what you did yesterday," Katie began. "Would you do it again?" She was dressed in a fairly ordinary blouse and short shorts.

I really needed to take a pee, so I answered. "OK, but let's go to the washroom. Is that all right?"

It was, so the three of us went in together and found an open space along the wall. Katie immediately dropped to her knees and began sucking me off. She was good at it too; I'll give her that. I started spurting after only a minute or so, and Katie aimed the stream around the front of her blouse. When I was done, she unbuttoned her blouse and took off the bra.

I was a little slower with Erin but not much. She was wearing a tube top and jeans, and managed to get cum all the way from her neck to her knees. Katie offered me her bra, which I refused because I had no use for it, and then the two of them were off happily to their next class.

As I took my pee, I noticed Vivian doing her business at the other side of the room. We happened to leave at about the same time.

"Three o'clock at the door near the parking lot," I reminded her.

"This I gotta see," Vivian remarked, and then we both rushed to our classes.

Period 5 - Math

In Math I took the same back row seat as Tuesday. Crystal and Kristin arrived less than a minute later and seemed to be in the middle of some discussion. They briefly took the seats on either side of me, then asked me to hold them. The seats, that is, not the girls. The girls went and huddled in a corner, continuing their discussion.

It was odd seeing the two of them so close together like that. I suppose they were trying to avoid being overheard, but their nipples were within an inch of touching. Crystal put her hands on Kristen's shoulders, as if to emphasize a point or show empathy, and then Kristin was suddenly holding Crystal's waist. Their butts and thighs flexed as they spoke and made their points.

I guess I must've been staring, because when Crystal looked in my direction she threw me a dirty look. That's when the bell rang and Ms. Newton entered the room. The girls quickly took their places but continued in some kind of sign language until Ms. Newton began speaking. Even then, they continued wiggling and smirking at each other. It was kind of distracting.

Ms. Newton looked like she'd dressed for a fitness class, not Math. She was wearing a black Lycra unitard -- the kind with bicycle shorts built in -- and a pink scarf tied around her waist. I have to admit, she looked good in it and seemed to move about quite freely. My appreciation for curve fitting increased.

In fact, however, Ms. Newton launched into a review of the algebra and trigonometry concepts we'd supposedly learned as juniors. Most of it seemed at least vaguely familiar, but just the same I tried to pay attention.

Crystal was a tough one to figure out. Nadia, while working in the school office, had obviously planted Crystal in most of my classes, or me in Crystal's. I suppose that was so Crystal could keep an eye on me. But why? Was it Vivian's idea, or Nadia's, or Crystal's? And what was Crystal watching for? And why would Crystal, as a friend of Vivian's, come on to me?

And what were Crystal and Kristin up to? Was it just idle girl talk, or were they plotting something? And if they were plotting, against who?

Compared to all that, the concepts of sine, cosine, and tangent started looking simple. In fact, you could throw in a couple of cotangents and secants and still be ahead.

Eventually, of course, the bell rang and we all stood up to leave. Then, to my surprise, Crystal gave me a hug. Kristin, meanwhile, slid her fingernail up and down my side. Finally, after patting my butt, both of them sped off to their next class. Go figure.

Period 6 - Spanish

Spanish, by comparison, was refreshingly simple. Olivia, Serena, Rita, and Owen sat in the front corner of the classroom, and I sat with Nadia in the back.

There was some question, of course, whether Nadia, Vivian, Crystal, or anyone else knew that Olivia and I were shower buddies at swim workouts. I don't think any of them came to school early enough to catch Olivia and me showering, but then again someone had stolen my clothes two days in a row.

Olivia threw me a look on her way in, but I don't think Nadia noticed it. Or at least, if she did notice something, she might have thought it involved Owen and Rita, who'd been stopping at our lunch table and were meeting Crystal at four.

Then again, if Nadia, Vivian, or Crystal did find out about Olivia and me, what difference would it make? I didn't have an exclusive relationship with any of them, and I didn't think any of them wanted an exclusive relationship with me. Vivian didn't seem to mind Crystal coming on to me, or at least hadn't done anything to stop it. At least, not anything I knew of.

Nadia, however, was my greatest concern at the moment. Her PDA was flooded with a combination of dog food commercials and pleas for help from a deposed colonel who was trying to get 2.6 million cases of canned meat out of Zimbabwe. This effectively severed her main line of communication.

I was dying to ask Nadia if she was still going to Eisenblush Salon at four o'clock for her makeup appointment with Sandra. On the other hand, I couldn't afford to show any unusual interest in that. Or stress. If I was going to look stressed, I was better off with Nadia not knowing the reason.

Oh yeah, Señor Callaghan, the Spanish teacher. He was displaying sample conversations on the video screen, and the class was reading them karaoke style.

How's it going? ¿Cómo está?

Very well, and you? Muy bien, ¿y usted?

Well, thanks. Bien, gracias.

See you tomorrow. Hasta mañana.

So it went for most of the hour. For the last ten minutes, we watched comedy skits from a Spanish TV show, heavy on the pause button so Callaghan could supply a running translation. Then the bell rang and we were out. Nadia left with a simple goodbye, and without a look at Olivia's crowd. I headed directly to my meeting with Vivian.

After School

As agreed, Vivian met me at the door near the school parking lot, and then we drove to her apartment. Vivian went inside to get her aunt, and several minutes later the two of them emerged. Vivian made the introductions.

Aunt Marjorie seemed to be in her late thirties. She was unkempt, almost haggard, and definitely out of shape. She kept asking Vivian about the day's events, why she needed those forms, why a real estate lady was driving her around, and who I was. Vivian, however, wasn't giving out many answers.

Once we reached the medical building I walked Vivian and Marjorie into Dr. Polk's office and left them in Holly's capable hands. Then, I headed over to meet Sandra at Eisenblush Salon. There was no time to drive home and get any clothes.

It was well after four o'clock when I arrived, and I could see Nadia's car parked out front. Everything seemed to be running as planned, so I parked in back and tried the rear door. It was open. Inside, I could hear Sandra and Nadia talking but I, as agreed, kept out of sight. At about four-thirty, Sandra came looking for me in the back room.

"She thinks the infuser is running now," Sandra whispered. "That's the process that drives the makeup into the skin."

"It won't really work, though, will it?"

"That's right, I changed the settings so it only feels like its working. I'll give it about five minutes yet. That's a pretty normal amount of time. After that, get ready."

That said, Sandra returned to her station where Nadia was lying back with the infuser covering her face. Sandra made small talk for a few minutes, then raised the motorized chair and pronounced the process complete. This was the moment of truth. With Nadia facing the mirror, Sandra removed the infuser. There was a moment of silence, then Nadia began screaming at the top of her lungs!

"How could you do this to me! Why? Who? This can't be some simple mistake! How am I going to live! What's happening? How is this possible?" she screamed over and over. That's when I stepped out of the back room and saw the full effect of Sandra's deception. Right there on Nadia's face, as if in greasepaint, was the perfect, red, white, and blue image of Bozo the Clown! And Nadia thought it was permanent for 90 days at least.

"You!" Nadia screamed suddenly, upon realizing I was present. "You set all this up, didn't you?"

I admit, I had to smile. You see Bozo the Clown, you smile. That's just the way things are.

"I had lots of help. You've talked a lot of people into doing a lot of foolish things over the last couple of years. Did you really think there would never be consequences?"

"What foolish things?" she demanded.

"Dan's penis ring. Getting us to include Vivian at the lake last weekend. These earrings I'm wearing. Owen Barnes's zipper. It goes on and on."

"That Mohawk you talked me into last year," added Sandra. "It was six months until my hair started growing again, and it's still not right. You didn't even recognize me, did you?"

"This bald head of mine," chimed in another of the operators. "It's been eight months and still no re-growth." I have to say, though, she had a good head for it.

"Those nipple rings you talked my sister into," added another. "She still can't wear a bra."

"What am I going to do?" Nadia wept, staring at the mirror.

"You're going to stop messing with people. You're going to swear off these ego trips, or power trips, or whatever they are. Do you agree?" I demanded.

"How will that help?" Nadia pleaded.

"Well, if you agree, I'll let Sandra wipe off that makeup."

"It's not permanent?"

"Not at the moment. Now, do you agree to stop messing with people? Because if you don't, we can finish this job or set you up again. You're not immune, you know."

"OK, I agree. No more messing with people."

"Fine. Sandra, would you do the honors?"

She would. In less than five minutes, all the makeup was gone and Nadia looked her normal self. She was about to leave when I stopped her, sat her down in the waiting area, and made her listen to a few more things.

"Nadia, first I want to tell you, the coupon is still good. Sandra will apply just the makeup you want, no more clown faces or other funny business. If fact, you can stay here and enjoy the whole day-spa treatment until the salon closes. Makeup, hairstyle, mud bath, massage, whatever you want. No charge."

"No funny business? No more pranks?"

"No more pranks. This is one of the best salons in the area, you know that, and you'll get full service. But I also want to ask for a favor."

"Are you sure you trust me? Some people in my position would try to get back, you know."

"In this case, yes, I trust you. Now first, not a word of this to Vivian or anyone she knows. Not a word of it at school. Agreed?"

"OK," she replied, starting to look interested. Then, I showed her some of the business propositions I'd received, especially the one from Bushie's Off-Road Shop. Then, I explained what I had in mind.

"Adam, that's awesome!" she exclaimed when I'd finished. "But what's the favor?"

"I want you to be my agent and talk Otto Bushman into this deal. He's the guy who owns Bushie's Off-Road Shop"

"Is that legal?"

"It's just business, Nadia."

"How much are we talking about here?"

"Bogswamp Realty hired a spokesmodel recently for some commercials. She spent one afternoon filming and my mom says they paid her $3,000. Now, do you think you could talk Otto Bushman into this deal?"

"Is he the guy who does those Beep Beep the Jeep Creep commercials on TV?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's him."

"Oooooh, yeah," said Nadia. "I can handle that guy. No problem. And you're sure this is legal?"

"It's just business."

"I can see my mistake now, Adam. I've been aiming way too low! Do I get a percentage?" For a brief instant, I pitied Otto Bushman.

"Yeah, I suppose. Ten percent, maybe?"

"I was thinking fifty."

"Vivian and I are the ones people saw on the news last weekend. We're the ones who have to be on camera. It doesn't make sense for you to make more than either of us. I think ten percent is pretty standard for an agent."

"I don't want to be an agent; I want to be a partner," said Nadia. "I'll head up Marketing. Where would you be without Marketing? That's what you need me for, right?"

"OK, how about twenty percent partnership, no long-term deals, renegotiable after 60 days?"

"Thirty-three and 90 days."

"Remember, you promised..."

"OK, thirty-three and 60. Deal?"

"That provision for Vivian is on the side. You don't get a third of that."

"Agreed. Deal?" she offered, holding out her hand.

"No side deals. Anything you make off Vivian and me, you only get a third."

"Right. Anything you guys make from this, I get my third, even if I didn't directly set it up. Deal?"

"Excluding money from our regular jobs, or from parents, and stuff like that."

"Right. Deal?"

"Deal. I've been recording this. Do you want hard copy or should I just send it to you?

"My PDA's not working, remember?"

"Check it."

"Holy shit, it's working perfectly now! All those garbage messages are even gone. How'd you do that?"

"What makes you think it was me?"

"Very funny. OK, look, you're sure there's no more tricks this afternoon, right?"

"It's all straight from here on."

"Because I still need that makeup job. Gotta look good for talking with Otto Bushman. What time does Bushie's close?"

"Uh, nine o'clock," I replied after bringing up their Web site. "Aren't you going to stay here?"

"Yeah, for a while, but I want to reconnoiter the place before dealing with this Bushman guy. It pays to know the territory."

"You're the expert, partner," I replied. By then, Sandra was waiting in the doorway. Nadia returned to the scene of the crime, so to speak, then she and Sandra began anew discussing her makeup job. I waved at the two of them and then left, as I'd arrived, through the back door.

I love it when a plan comes together.

Vivian and her Aunt Marjorie were waiting for me outside Dr. Polk's medical building. Marjorie seemed appreciative and properly impressed, but Vivian took the back seat and remained quiet. When we got to their apartment, though, Vivian moved to the front seat and asked if I'd drop her off at Kaunadodo Pizza.

"Uh, Yonson, I think we kinda got carried away there in the weight room yesterday, and in the hall after lunch today," she finally said.

"OK, we'll cool it. Or I'll cool it," I replied.

"Well, I know you've been messing around with some other girls. There's Crystal, that Olivia on the swim team, and that Sandra in English. I wouldn't want to, you know, butt in on them."

"I appreciate that."

"The doctor said we can get our injections Saturday. We made an appointment at eight o'clock."

"Do you need a ride?"

"I don't want to trouble you."

"It's all right. I'm sure I'll be up and around anyway."

"I guess you like bald pussies, huh?"

"Everyone on the swim team gets rid of their body hair, that's all. It's faster."

"Because I decided to be that way."

"Well, I hope you like it. Some girls think it's more sanitary, I guess."

"Yeah, I suppose it is. I'm lettin' my tits get a little softer, too. They're gonna jiggle a little bit. You like that?"

"It's your decision, Vivian."

By then, we were at Kaunadodo's. The delivery car, an old compact with an ad strip on top, was parked outside.

"Well, see you tomorrow," I said.

"Tomorrow," she replied. Then, after starting and stopping at least twice, she got out of the car and went inside Kaunadodo's. I watched her muscular back, butt, and thighs for a few seconds, then my PDA announced a call from Dan.

"Dan, what's up?" I began after accepting the call.

"Adam, dude! Ben and I are here at Teah's house. We were just going to order some pizza. You wanna come over or do you have to be home?"

"Ah, lemme see. I'm going to put you on hold a minute," I told him, and then I called Mom.

"Adam, what's up?" she answered. She was still at the real estate office, and she'd adjusted her desk camera to send a bust shot, so to speak, of her naked self. I guess that was her normal way of answering the phone, but I still had a hard time getting used to it. Me sitting bare-ass in my car, with my permanently erect dick bumping against the steering wheel.

"Ah, Dan wants to know if I'd like to have pizza over at Teah's house. Is it OK to miss dinner?"

"Oh, yes, that works out pretty well. I'm working late, your dad is on a flight, and the twins are eating at Sherry and Harry's house. So yeah, you probably would've had pizza anyway. Either that or something from the freezer. Are you going to be out late?"

"No, I don't think so. I have some homework and reading to do, and I need to do my weights and a few other things. Uh, it's not drafty there, is it?"

"What? Oh, no, you're just a handsome young man, Adam. I bet you have that effect on a lot of girls, especially now. Drive safely, eh? I love you, you know."

"OK, I will. I love you too, Mom," I replied. Then, I simultaneously cut the connection and wondered how my simple life had become so freaky.

"Adam, you back?" asked Dan, whose call had gone off hold.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, I was thinking about something else. Pizza sounds good. I'll be there in twenty or thirty minutes."

"Sounds like a plan," proclaimed Dan, and then he dropped the call.

On the way to Teah's house I stopped at Game Gear and Garb for some Vaseline and rosin. I had just picked them up when Mr. Sudstrom noticed me

"Adam, you too, now?" he greeted me, obviously surprised I was naked.

"It's a long story," I explained.

"Well, I've got you scheduled Friday evening and Saturday afternoon this week. Is that OK?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Have you thought about that arrangement I proposed Tuesday? I'm surprised I haven't heard from you."

"Oh, yeah, I think we can work that out. Someone will be calling you." Mr. Sudstrom gave me a strange look but I guess it was OK.

"Uh, I was going to buy some clothes while I was here," I told Mr. Sudstrom.

"No, don't do that," he responded. "Jenna's coming in naked now, why shouldn't you come in naked? You're even a naked celebrity now! It's probably good for business. Keep the Vaseline and rosin, and I'll see you Friday evening." Then, I swear, he gave me a pat on the butt, and that was enough to send me out of the store naked or not. Two girls in tennis panties waved as I left.

Ben was waiting for me in Teah's driveway, still wearing his skirt. I mean kilt. Then, he led me into the back yard, where Dan and Teah sat rocking in a loveseat. Dan was still wearing his school clothes, but to my surprise, Teah had changed into a tank top.

"Going for a new look?" I asked Teah. I couldn't recall seeing her bottomless before.

"It's just easier around the house," Teah replied, as if that explained anything.

"Who'd you order the pizza from?" I asked Dan.

"Kaunadodo's," he replied. Damn! I wished I'd anticipated that. Almost certainly, Vivian would be delivering, and probably within a few minutes. And that could get complicated.

"Uh, Teah, is it OK if I go inside and use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Oh, you don't have to bother," she replied. "Just go in the bushes or the garden, and keep it in the dirt."

Duh, why had I not seen that coming? A quick look at Ben and Dan assured me of no help from them. Knowing I was trapped, doomed, and hung out to dry, I shuffled to the back of the yard and faced a healthy-looking privet hedge. Then, of course, I tried to relax. After several minutes of thinking blandly and with eyes closed about my worst turn-offs, I almost had it. Then, I heard something beside me. And of course, I had to look. And no, it wasn't Vivian. It was worse.

It was Teah's mother, dressed only in a waist-length blouse, squatting and pissing next to me. Eew! I gotta admit, though, that within seconds I was pissing right along with her. I didn't know which was worse; watching her or not. Although she seemed to have no compunctions about watching me. Eew again! And when I turned around, the others were watching as well. Including Vivian. Eew deja vu!

Teah's mom washed herself with the garden hose, then without asking, hosed me down as well. There were no towels out there; Teah's mom just did the leg shaking bit: first one, then the other. I had no choice but to do the same. Maintaining any sense of decorum was absolutely hopeless. To their credit, Teah and her mom took everything in stride. Dan and Ben, however, were laughing to split their sides.

Vivian seemed to have something else on her mind.

"So, we meet again," she remarked after I rejoined the main group. "You coulda ordered pickup and saved yourself a few bucks."

"This wasn't a planned thing," I explained. "Dan called me after I dropped you off. I don't even know who ordered."

"It was me, "Teah confessed.

"Well, then you owe $26.50," Vivian explained. Ben, Dan, and I each paid her $10 and she thanked us.

"I'm surprised Crystal's not here," Vivian remarked.

"She working at the seamstress's," I explained.

"Or Nadia," Vivian continued.

"She's having her makeup done."

"Or that girl from English. Sandra, isn't it?"

"Old news."

"Wassa matter, Yonson, you run out of girlfriends?"

"No, Vivian. I'm spending some time with my best friends, Dan and Ben. It's an impromptu thing. Dan happened to be at your cousin Teah's house. That's all. I shouldn't have to defend myself."

"You found out about that, huh?"

"What?"

"Teah being my cousin."

"Yes, and Ginger. So what?"

"Exactly," said Vivian. Then, after giving me an inquisitive look, she got in the pizza car and left.

"That was weird," Dan remarked.

"I think she's really locked onto you," said Ben.

"I hope you're not mad at me," said Teah.

"About what?" I asked.

"Anything."

"No."

"Oh, good. Well, let's eat before it gets cold, shall we?"

Actually, the incident with Vivian wasn't half as bad as I'd feared. At least she didn't mention Olivia, or Kristin, or any nefarious schemes that might be in progress.

The pizza was great, as usual. Kaunadodo's had the best in town. Dan and Teah sat in the loveseat. Ben and I sat in a pair of patio chairs. It was weird to see him smooth his skirt, I mean kilt, when he sat down.

"So where are your girlfriends?" I asked Ben.

"They have a late practice today. We're gonna get together later at Jasmine's."

"I still don't know how they talked you into dressing like that."

"They didn't talk me into anything. I just needed something to wear, and they looked around, and the only thing that fit me was a skirt of Heather's. I just think it's comfortable. I thought we went over this?"

"Well, yeah, but that's not the same skirt. I mean kilt. Where did that one come from?"

"You know, I'm not sure. My mom took me shopping after school, and then the girls took me shopping in the evening. We bought a bunch of 'em."

"Skirts?"

"Kilts, Adam; I wear them as kilts. They're comfortable. There's no dress code. Are you having a problem with it?"

"No, man; wear whatever you want. I'm just used to thinking that skirts, or kilts, or whatever are for girls."

"Not necessarily," Teah interjected. Then she headed toward the garden and did her business.

"What's with her mother?" I asked Dan.

"I guess she has the same kink, but she always hid it from the kids. Then she caught Teah taking a pee and the two of them confessed to each other. I guess her dad is the only one using the toilet now."

"Teah never uses a toilet around the house?"

"No, she never uses a toilet anywhere. At least, not since Friday when we were driving up to the lake. At school she goes in the shower, or uses one of those squat holes, or goes outside. They don't like her going outside, though. It's pretty weird."

By then, Teah had hosed and shaken herself, and returned to the group. "Have you guys thought about The Program?" she asked.

"What about it?" we all answered at once.

"Well, are you going to volunteer and pick a date, or are you going to wait until they pick your name?"

"I'll probably wait and hope it never happens," said Dan. "It would be really embarrassing for me."

"Me too," seconded Ben.

"Dan, I understand, but what about you, Ben? Are you hiding a secret under that skirt?"

"I'm wearing it as a kilt," Ben reminded her. "And let's just say The Program would be embarrassing for me."

"Well, I think it would be easier for both of you if we all went through The Program together. But then we'd have to sign up together. What about you, Adam? The Program should be no big deal for you, right?"

"No, don't look at me. I never intended to be naked over the weekend. I never intended to be naked yesterday or today. I intend to be back in clothes tomorrow and every day thereafter. I'm not looking forward to The Program."

"Well, I still think we should do it together," Teah insisted. "Maybe I'll mention it to Nadia, Vivian, and a few others tomorrow.

"You guys got anything planned for the weekend?" Dan asked.

"I'm working Friday night and Saturday afternoon," I mentioned.

"I guess I'm hanging with the girls," admitted Ben. "I'm not sure how long that's gonna last but I might as well enjoy it. You all want to come to my house Saturday night?"

"Is the backyard still dug up?"

"No, the landscapers finished it. It looks great, and it's not fragile or anything. The patio setup is great, too. There's a wet bar, barstools, lawn chairs, a hammock, everything."

"What about your parents."

"They won't mind. They even suggested having some friends over."

"Well, let's talk about that tomorrow too, then," I suggested. I had the uncomfortable feeling that whoever I asked along, someone else would kill me.

After that we talked about nothing for a while, and then I headed home. Mom was sitting naked in the living room, and talked to me for a while about my day. I really wished she had put something on, or at least given me a chance to dress. After all, I'd been waiting all day.

As gingerly as I could, I asked Mom about the business deal between Bogswamp Realty and the model they hired to do commercials. Then I had to explain that Otto Bushman had seen Vivian and me on the news over the weekend, and might want us to make some appearances. I also mentioned that Nadia might be involved.

Mom told me that Dad was bringing in a late flight, and wouldn't be home until after midnight. As a result, they'd both be sleeping late and I should get my own breakfast. Then, a little after nine, Mom finally let me go upstairs. Dying of curiosity, I called Nadia.

"Adam, what's up?" she answered.

"That what I wanted to ask you," I explained. "Did you make it over to Bushie's?"

"Oh yeah. I got myself all dressed up like some kind of nature chick, and then I hung around the store getting to know the merchandise. Then this customer came in looking like he had money, and I talked him into buying $1500 worth of stuff."

"You're not working at Bushie's, are you?"

"No, I was just trying to make an impression. It worked, too. They called Otto Bushman himself out to approve the charge, and he nearly freaked. I guess Otto thinks that customer is a hard case."

"So what about our deal?"

"It's not quite done yet but take my word, it's gonna happen. I'm still working on some details. Can you and Vivian meet with Otto tomorrow afternoon?"

"I'm free, but I'm not sure about Vivian."

"OK, well, if you need help convincing her, let me know."

"Should I call Otto?"

"No, I'll take care of that. Adam, I can't tell you how exciting this is. How far do you think we can take this?"

"We'll have to see how it goes, Nadia. It could be a flash in the pan or something that goes on for a long time."

"OK, I'll keep working on it. G'night, Adam."

"Good night yourself," I told her, and then she closed the connection.

After spending the day naked in school and everywhere else, getting dressed to sit in my room, read, and do homework didn't make much sense. I did some homework, took the rosin and Vaseline down to the basement, did my weights, brushed my teeth, used the toilet, and started reading U.S. History. That's the last thing I remember of a very long day.

Many thanks to Bill Morgan for proofreading this story.