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Chapter 31 - Natural Exposure

Early April

It was two months later and Tamara was halfway through the special topics course on quantum electrodynamics taught by Emma and two other physics professors. She had already mastered classical electrodynamics; that was two years earlier. Her ECE courses were progressing nicely too and they gave her access to some engineering fabrication shops in the Engineering School. And through Emma, she would also have access to the shops at the APL in Laurel.

Her work on a battery design had gone through a number of revisions in how she planned to approach the problem. She realized that, although her great intuitive leap had indeed produced an unexpected result, one which needed some new physics to explain, it was too great a step and resulted in chasing up a blind alley. A new approach was needed, so she went back to the fundamentals.

She began with the same polymer sheets embedded with the superconducting formula as she had used before, and tested their electron flow characteristics in all physical configurations including cylindrical formations. She made layers of sheets, similar to the “pancakes,” and tested those in various configurations and noted how their electron flow dynamics were affected. These were small steps, but all of them could eventually lead to the structure she had visualized. In each step she made, however, she noticed how potential efficiencies could be increased and pitfalls avoided. As the end of the semester approached, when she met with Emma, she told Emma about the next design change she wanted to make. It would be a slightly larger step.

“Let me review what I’m up to now,” she told Emma. “I’ve already repeated a lot of this work; the final design should look similar in structure to lithium batteries but the electron flows work completely differently. So far, everything works okay when the parts are tested independently. I made several very small model systems that also work well, so I’m ready to try putting the components together in a full-sized device.”

Emma interrupted. “Using those polymer sheets you had the APL make?”

“Yeah, the tiny ones I made in the Double-E lab worked and when I doubled their size, they worked too. I told you that.”

“Yes, I know. But it’s tricky, micro-printing SETs like that,” Emma pointed out.

“Tell me about it. I got help figuring out that part. What I have now is basically a micro-porous film of polyvinylidene difluoride—PVdF—in which I’ve embedded an integrated circuit. It’s a layered matrix of thousands of SET circuits; each of those acts as a tiny amplifier to produce an increased electron flow through the device from its source to the sink. On a small scale, I showed you that a tiny model of that design could move energy—electrons—with high efficiency.

“Then, for the energy storage, I used the ‘pancake’ idea. I set up an overlay of the PVdF film with an electrically conductive polymer doped with the superconducting formula. I had done some tests, you remember, that shows that the superconducting recipe is awesome at stably retaining electrons. In your Nobel work, you showed how the Pauli exclusion principle can be violated under very limited cases and doesn’t conflict with the quantum field theory. That’s a function of the Cooper electron pairing that your recipe achieves, allowing superconducting current to flow, but also allows a huge number of electrons to pack the atomic lattice structure. To avoid wholesale violation of Pauli’s principle, the combined potential energy of those electrons is huge. Okay, don’t frown, I’ll stop the lecture. Getting back to the design.

“There’s only a tiny amount of chemical reaction in the battery that produces energy compared to its storage abilities, likely because of the limited need for electrolyte. The PVdF layer is not only the charge separator; it’s also an electron movement booster, carrying electrons from the low-energy part of the system to the higher energy charge accumulator. So this design doesn’t need an electrolyte. I’ve bypassed that by using pressure to squeeze the layers together and can observe good charge movement. It looks like this design can be scaled—much more than the accumulator I made that blew up. The overcharge prevention is built right into the PVdF layer. You saw the small-scale model of this design, but it was all spread out on the bench. The step I think I’m ready for is to try to package a full-sized version of it. The size of an AA battery, to start.”

“Tamara, you’ve done a fantastic job already,” Emma told her. “The way you solved the original problem—the Cambridge group missed out on the idea of backtracking, as I told you. You were right—that was a blind alley and full marks to you that you could see that. Where do you anticipate taking your design further? I know that you won’t stop here.”

“What I visualize, since this thing isn’t a ‘battery’ in the true sense of the word, is to go back to the accumulator idea. A device to store energy, not make it. There’s plenty of free energy around; we saw that from that original accumulator’s explosion. I’m thinking that I can incorporate a receiver circuit into the new accumulator device similar to the circuit which powers RFID chips and connect it to an antenna which can be printed onto the outside label of the ‘battery.’ Doing that would allow the thing to recharge from environmental sources such as radio waves and the pervasive electric fields created by all of the wires that carry electricity, from power transmission lines to house electrical wiring.

“Going further, the device which the accumulator powers could itself include a circuit which allows its wiring to function as an additional antenna, allowing the device to be able to recharge the accumulator when it’s not in use. So unless the accumulator got discharged very quickly, it could last a long time before needing regular recharging.”

“Tamara, what you’ve accomplished goes way beyond a master’s research project,” Emma told her. “We need to plan what comes next, and get the Cambridge group involved too.”

Tamara realized that her mother’s interpretation of the lwas’ advice was amazingly accurate. “Great steps come with small changes. Big changes come slowly,” was the message that Tamara had gotten. Her mother had reworded that message into personal terms: proceed carefully in your work, and “When you listen to the lwa, you’re also listening to your own intuition.”

Tamara’s invention would revolutionize batteries, as well as energy storage. It might also pave the way for improving current methods of wireless power transmission over a distance.

One month later: late May

Summer vacation was here again and Tamara was taking some time off from writing up her master’s thesis work. Her research on the latest accumulator design had spawned two journal papers; the second coming when she was able to scale up the battery capacity and voltage delivered by connecting several cells in series and parallel configurations, while demonstrating that the device delivered an equal amount of energy from every connected cell when the battery was under load. Lithium-ion batteries could not do that.

This was only one of the many advantages her design had over the standard batteries: the use of superconducting components made the intra-cell and inter-cell resistances nonexistent. That allowed each cell to contribute exactly the same amount of energy when a load was connected, improving performance and minimizing cell degradation. Also, since electrochemical reactions played a minimal part of the battery’s operation, electrode and electrolyte degradation would not occur. The battery even seemed to be tolerant of a wide range of operating temperatures and showed no noticeable drop-off in power delivery until a temperature of 52 degrees Celsius (126 Fahrenheit) was exceeded. As opposed to lithium-ion batteries, temperature gradients over a fairly large range in the accumulator did not affect its individual cell outputs. However, improving its high-temperature operation was an area where more research was needed.

Preprints of her and Emma’s papers were gaining worldwide notice. Two of the engineers from her Cambridge battery group were now working at the APL on tweaking the design to try to achieve more efficiency and reduce production costs, while a division of the Cambridge group began work on scaling the device’s design to meet manufacturing standards.

Little Haiti, Miami, late May

Tamara had been in touch with Linda and Jerome during the past year. Linda wasn’t dating Carlos any more and Jerome was now seriously dating a girl he had met in Gainesville and would be staying there this summer. Tamara met with Linda several times, mostly to shop and gossip a little, but the two girls found that since being out of high school, they had little in common. So Tamara gave up on her resolution not to work on her vacation and spent a large part of her time during those two weeks writing her master’s thesis—it was mainly adapting her journal articles into a thesis form.

Since her thesis subject was mainly about electron transport over differential fields in mesoscopic systems, she intended that the degree would be in physics. She had several ideas for engineering papers on the same topics, mainly the methods for building the structures and selecting the proper materials which would allow for such electron transport. She’d speak to Dr McIntyre about that when she got back to Hopkins.

Another thing she’d get to do at Hopkins: Emma had given her the go-ahead to begin an independent project, working on her beloved MRI applications. Her work on the battery-accumulator project hadn’t kept her from exploring a number of techniques and circuit devices which she could put to use in developing better detector sensitivity. She had also checked on current and past patents in that area and found that there were several new ones that had picked up on her multiple-source design. She’d met with her patent attorney early during her first week home in Miami to discuss those inventors’ possible infringements.

Tamara also thought about her living arrangements during her JHU years. She had no problem with the school’s two-year on-campus residency policy. Her only time having a roommate was during her first semester. No one had been assigned to her room in the following spring. For her second year, she had moved to an efficiency apartment in a dorm building across the street from the university campus itself. Now, as a senior, she had to move to a non-university accommodation and she found that there were a number of good choices available; she found a single-bedroom apartment in a close-by building that the lodging part of her scholarship would cover—not that she needed it. Her licensing income could have handled those costs easily.

Tamara’s social life revolved around a small group, mostly the Clarke Scholars, since they were all very high achievers, preferred good conversation to parties, and tended to be introverted—they all inclined to be loners. Tamara’s closest female friend at Hopkins, Jill, had just graduated and was off to MIT for graduate work. Terence Dryer was still working in Emma’s lab too, and the two of them frequently helped each other out. Tamara’s knowledge of using SETs in superconducting circuits was helping him with his own project.

Only one of the other Clarke scholars in her entering class had skipped a year like Tamara; her boyfriend Peter had entered with advanced standing achieved by taking Hopkins classes while in high school. Yes, she had elevated Peter to that status now since he had reciprocated her interest in him.

Peter was a local boy; he had grown up in Davidsonville, a small town west of Annapolis. His mother was a naval officer and held a permanent teaching professorship at the U.S. Naval Academy. She had a doctorate in physics and was a condensed matter specialist. His father was a mechanical engineer at the APL, the Applied Physics Lab in Laurel that Hopkins ran; Davidsonville wasn’t far from Laurel and through his father, Peter had gotten some summer jobs there as a lab assistant. He had also taken advantage of Hopkins’ summer programs for high school kids, so when he started at Hopkins as a freshman, he already had completed most of the engineering school’s prerequisite courses.

Peter had also moved off campus like Tamara and was sharing a two-bedroom unit in the same building with his year-older sister, Barbara; her former roommate was in an international studies program and was spending her senior year abroad, so his sister needed a roommate and had persuaded Peter to take the vacant room.

When Tamara returned to campus in mid-June, she was ready for her new challenges.

Johns Hopkins University, Baltimore: mid-June

The problem was that the challenges weren’t quite ready for Tamara, so when she got back to campus, she had nothing new to work on. The battery/accumulator work had now moved from Emma’s Hopkins lab out to the APL and to Emma’s Cambridge company, and a team of attorneys were hard at work finalizing the several patent applications Tamara’s work had spawned. Emma had flown to England to review and participate in the testing of the company’s pre-manufacturing accumulator samples. She’d be back early next week.

Okay, I’ll go see Dr McIntyre, Tamara resolved. I’ll find out whether the ECE people have any publishing rules.

She called his office; he wasn’t in, so she left a message. He returned the call a few hours later.

“Hi, Tamara, what’s up? Something about a journal article?” he asked.

“Yes sir. Emma and I have two pending articles on electron transport—it’s on my battery accumulator design, the physics of how the energy is stored. But there are two possible papers I can make from my thesis. They’re more suited for an engineering publication, because they’re on design considerations, circuit printing on porous polymers, and using arrays of SETs to move electrons across potential barriers. Do I need an ECE sponsor or something to publish work like that?”

“That’s impressive work you’ve done. I don’t recall that any ECE faculty were involved with it. Were they?”

“I got some help when I was trying to print a microcircuit onto a polymer chip. I had designed and scaled it, but had a little problem with the materials I was using.”

“Was this part of your class, then? The lab?”

“No... I learned how the equipment worked in the lab when I did the classes’ lab projects. This was a side project. Emma wanted to have her APL group do the circuit printing, but I was doing the pilot device study for my master’s project.”

“I see. So unless Emma was involved in the engineering part of your project, it seems to me that you were working independently.”

“I was,” Tamara said.

“You really don’t need our department’s permission to publish your work, but if you’d like, I’d be delighted to read your article’s final draft. I’ll also be able to steer you to the right journal to submit it to. A thought: Does Emma know you were working on a separate paper?”

“Not for this work, specifically. She did tell me, back when she convinced me to do a double major, that I could publish any of my engineering work where she wasn’t involved—being sure of the patent implications, of course.”

“Oh, of course. And you have?”

“I think about a dozen lawyers from the university’s patent office have spoken to me already. I’m good there. And I’ll be telling Emma about doing this when she returns next week.”

“Sounds good, Tamara. When do you think the draft will be ready?”

“Two papers, actually. If you don’t mind. They’re just about done, so tomorrow?”

He laughed. “Not wasting any time, are we? I’ll be in my office between 9 and 11 tomorrow. That okay?”

“See you then, bye,” Tamara responded.

She punched the disconnect icon on her cell.

~~~~

When Emma returned the following week, Tamara greeted her with the news that she had two engineering papers in the final stages of preparation.

“Hi, Emma, how was the trip? How does the manufacturing process look? When will it be ready to begin production? And, oh, I have two new papers. I’m gonna submit them to the Progress in Quantum Electronics journal,” she breathlessly gushed in greeting her.

Emma grinned. “And the top o’ the mornin’ to you, too, Tamara. Excited, are we? The trip was... okay, I suppose. I don’t much like traveling. The process people are happy; things are working. They don’t have a start date yet. Two papers? How’s work on the thesis?”

“I finished the writing at home, Miami home. It’s ready for your review. While I was doing the ‘Materials and Methods’ and ‘Results’ sections, I pulled out some of that material and amplified it into a couple of journal articles. The hardest part was that I had to keep referring to the notes from the patent people.”

“Quite right. And watch the submission timing to protect the patent apps, but you know about that. Did you collaborate with any ECE faculty on those papers?”

“No, but Dr McIntyre read them and made a number of good suggestions.”

“Then you must credit him in the article. Not as an author...” Emma started.

“I did, I mentioned him in the acknowledgments. You’re there too,” Tamara said. “And the school, for providing the facilities, and the Clarke Scholars Foundation for my support.”

“You covered it all, sounds like. Okay then, let’s look at the thesis. You did consider my last set of suggestions?”

“Sure. Some of those were just about me explaining it better and not assume the reader has a similar background to me.”

“Exactly. Most of your final changes were in the ‘Discussion’ and ‘Results’ sections, correct? So let’s go there.”

They spent the next hour combing through Tamara’s thesis, putting it into final form.

“Looks ace now, Tamara,” Emma said when they were done. “Put it into the thesis template now and get me eight copies. I’ll give them to your committee and we’ll get the meeting set up.”

Because of the summer schedule and people’s travel, the committee meeting was set for the fall.

~~~~

Several days later, Emma called Tamara.

“Hi there, Tamara, this isn’t a school call,” Emma said. “I’m having a little barbeque Saturday this weekend, 1 p.m., and I thought that I’d invite you and Terence out; bring your dates too. You’ve met Andrew but the others haven’t. Terence said he can come; can you?”

“Um, yes. Peter and I just planned to visit the Museum of Industry. We can go there another time. How do we get to your house—it’s in Laurel, right?”

“Yes. Terence said that Barbara has a car and they can bring you.”

“Cool. Okay, I’ll tell Peter.”

“We have a pool, so bring your cozzy. We have towels and sunscreen, so bring whatever else you need, like a hat and sunglasses.”

On Saturday, Barbara and Terence picked up Tamara and Peter and drove out to Laurel.

“Ah’ve never been out to the APL,” Terence commented as they approached the town.

Barbara replied, “Peter and I know this area pretty well; Dad works there. Say, Emma’s house isn’t far from the APL, so let’s swing by there and you can see it.”

When they did, Terence commented, “Nice campus, looks just like a modern college—oh, there’s a telescope dish. Wow. Ah need to check out their facilities.”

“It is a big place,” Tamara commented. “Emma says they do defense research here too.”

“Yeah,” Peter told her. “They have this crazy high-level DoD security. When I worked here, they did a background check on me. Even though I was a kid.”

Then they drove to Emma’s neighborhood.

“This looks relatively new,” Barbara said as they drove into the community. “The homes are set way back, too. Nice.”

They found the address and drove up the long driveway.

“Must be over an acre,” Terence remarked. “Lots’a grass to mow.”

When they got to the house, Emma opened the door.

“Welcome. My in-laws are here, so I’ll introduce you, then show you around.”

She led them to a sunroom and out onto a deck. Several people stood up as they came out.

“You lot, these are my students, Tamara and Terence,” she pulled them forward, “and their friends, Barbara and Peter. That’s my mum-in-law, Gerry Marshall,” Gerry waved her hand, “and the big bloke is Andrew, my husband. The bigger bloke is Stuart, my dad-in-law.”

They all chorused “Hi,” and went around shaking hands.

Peter was looking around the pool. “Hey, do those dome sections cover the whole pool?”

Andrew grinned, “Sure do. Brill how the sections slide away on those tracks, innit? When it starts to get parky, we pull the sections out, lock them together, turn the heat on, and we can use the pool all winter.”

“Let me show you around, then,” Emma said, and led the group in for a tour of her house.

“I’m keen to have you to meet the whole family,” Emma said as they returned to the deck, “but my older sis-in-law Sam had a job thing come up. It’s rough when you’re a junior lawyer and a senior partner has an urgent research job.”

They walked over to a seating area near a fire pit on the side of the pool across from the house.

“Sam’s a lawyer?” Barbara asked.

“Indeed. She’s definitely picked the right career, too. What a mouth she has. Anyway, Andrew’s younger sister Abi should be here soon.”

They all chatted for several minutes; the Hopkins students telling a little about themselves. Stuart was a political-science professor at the university in Westphalia and Gerry was a middle-school teacher. Stuart had been, first, a Royal Marine unit commander and staff officer and then, the military attaché at the U.K.’s embassy in Washington. When he retired from military service, he was appointed as the head of the mission and served in that post for several years before retiring from his government service. The Marshalls had decided to stay in the States with their children.

There was a call from the house, “I’m heeeere!” as a young woman bounded out the door onto the patio deck across the pool from Emma’s group. She was followed by a young man, hurrying to catch up with her.

Both were completely naked.

The girl looked across the pool at them and exclaimed, “Oops! Emma, you didn’t say...”

The man with her looked around in confusion.

Emma called out, “Blimey, sorry, forgot. No worries, Abi, I don’t think they care if you’re dressed or not.”

Emma looked the question at her guests, who all shrugged back, puzzled at this development.

“So put your togs on if you want, or just stay like that. You know the clothing-optional rule here. I haven’t told our guests yet about that.”

Abi thought for a second, then, “Oh, I’ll just nip back in and...”

Barbara called, “I don’t care, stay as you are,” while Peter echoed, “It’s not a problem for us; come join us.”

Suddenly the two realized what they had said and looked abashed.

Emma immediately picked up on their embarrassment.

“Cor, I think two people here have some interesting things to reveal. Okay, Abi, it’s ace; our guests are fine with you two being starkers. Am I correct?” Emma asked her guests, looking at them.

Peter and Barbara answered, “Yes,” while Tamara and Terence just nodded uncertainly. Stuart and Gerry were watching with great amusement.

Abi and her friend came around the pool to where the others were sitting.

Emma grabbed Abi’s hand. “This is my sis-in-law and honorary sister, Abi Marshall. Abi’s starting in med school at Hopkins this autumn. Her friend’s Ryan. Ryan, want to introduce yourself?”

“Sure, guys, I’m Ryan Doyle; I’m Abi’s boyfriend and a second-year med student at the University of Maryland. Abi and I met last summer at the nudist resort we all go to; that’s why we’re dressed like this.”

Everyone laughed.

“This home is known as ‘Emma’s Home Resort’ and has always been a clothing-optional place, they tell me,” he added.

Emma introduced her guests to Abi and Ryan; then she said, “It would seem that two of our guests haven’t shared something of their backgrounds, have they. Do you want to share anything, Barbara? Peter? You don’t have to if you’re embarrassed.”

Peter looked at his sister, who nodded for him to speak.

“Sure, it’s not a problem,” he told them. “Barbara and I grew up as nudists; my dad’s parents and grandparents have been members of the Arundel Nature Society in Davidsonville, all the way back to when the resort was founded. We own some cabins there.”

Stuart chuckled. “Well, you have us beat, indeed. The first resort we ever joined was Pine View here in Maryland when I was posted to the embassy here. Before that, it was nude beaches or public parks in the U.K. or Europe; they are much more accepting of the human body over there, obviously. Here, to be a practicing nudist, you’re mostly forced to go to commercial operations.”

“We never went to your resort,” Barbara told them. “Even to compare. Have you been to Arundel?”

“No,” Stuart answered, then looked at Ryan. “Have you been there?”

Ryan shook his head. “I came to Maryland from California to go to med school, so I’ve only been here about a year.”

Emma looked at Tamara. “So now that the ice has been broken, does anyone else fancy to enjoy the sun unencumbered? Tamara and Terence, I realize that I’m your faculty sponsor, so please don’t think that I am coercing you in any way. Social nudism is just that—having a pleasant social time whilst observing a relaxed dress code, innit. And everyone’s welcome to use the pool, cozzy or not. For this time only, because I don’t want you to feel coerced about taking off your kit, we’re suspending the starkers-only rule.”

Peter looked at Tamara. “Sorry this was sprung on you, babe; you cool?”

Tamara, when she first saw Abi and her friend appear naked, had instantly deduced the probable situation. She had realized that the only conceivable possibility was that Emma’s household was some kind of nudist enclave or something. This immediately led her into considering what she should do now.

If they all undress... I don’t think they all will... but what do I say so I don’t look like a spoilsport ... this is no sport... I’ll just say that I don’t feel comfortable yet.

“Um, Peter? I don’t feel comfortable yet.”

“Not a problem, me too,” Peter responded, and Barbara said, “I’m gonna skip it too.”

“Oh, no! Don’t do that on my account,” Tamara objected. “If you feel that it’s right, then please do what you want. It won’t bother me one bit, okay?”

Peter looked at her doubtfully but Tamara smiled at him and made a shooing “go-ahead” motion.

He chuckled. “I know; you just want to see the goods.”

Tamara laughed. “Just keep thinking that, buddy,” but she nodded appreciatively as he slipped off his shirt.

Then he hooked his thumbs into his waist band and pulled his pants down—together with his swimming suit, which was under it, and stood up. He looked at Tamara, who was watching with fascination.

“Jeez, that’s really nice,” Tamara breathed. “Wow, you look really good all over like that. Oops, did I say that?”

Peter laughed. “You did... um ... damn.” He covered his crotch. “Not supposed to happen. Not supposed to happen. Oh, damn.”

“What...?” Tamara began. “Oh, did you...?”

“Don’t, Tamara, please don’t. If you don’t draw any attention, it’ll go away. You’re just so pretty... I never had that happen before.”

“Oh, I’m really flattered,” Tamara grinned. “For the record, Peter, you’ve got an awesome body.”

“What? Why do you think that? I’m skinny and...”

“No, I’d call it ‘trim,’ maybe. Wiry. But I see wide shoulders, a hint of a six-pack, nice firm pecs, thick biceps and a wicked cute butt. If you don’t swim or run, then you must lift weights. Jeez, you’re really easy on the eyes,” she giggled.

“I admit to running and lifting,” Peter acknowledged. “Martial arts too. I try to squeeze that in, but school keeps me busy, you know. I started physical activities to help build my confidence. Someday I’ll tell you.”

Tamara felt a taste of an unfamiliar emotion flow from him.

Shame? No, can’t be that. Not shame, she thought. Whatever could he be ashamed about? I love looking at his body, so it can’t be that. No, Tamara, do NOT pry.

She looked at him again. He was watching his sister stripping now, as she talked with Abi. There was lots of giggling and gesticulating going on over there. She glanced at Peter again, letting her eyes roam over his body. His penis still seemed to be a little puffed up; it looked quite long, thick too, and really lovely, compared to the other naked boys she had seen...

But that was back in middle and high school, years ago, and those were just pubescent boys, she recalled. That was then, this is now, she thought. This is MY naked boy now.

She let her gaze caress his sleek skin, there wasn’t much hair. She longed to reach out and touch that skin, feel its curves, especially the curves of his butt... so tempting... Suddenly she became aware of an unfamiliar sensation.

Shit, my nipples are tingling! She thought. They’re hard as a rock! I never felt that before—my body’s attracted to him too. Wow.

Abi had been watching Tamara as she visually examined Peter’s body and grinned.

“Tamara, the looks you’re giving Peter—like you want to devour him! You really fancy him, don’t you. He does have a brill body, doesn’t he.”

Tamara nodded. “I think so, but it seems he doesn’t.”

“Hey Peter,” Abi said to him, “listen to your girlfriend. You got what she fancies. Suck it up.”

Peter just laughed.

Terence was whispering in Barbara’s ear and she nodded.

“It’s okay,” she heard Barbara say. “No one will care and I certainly don’t—except I would like to see what you’re hiding under there.”

She plucked at his shirt.

Terence chuckled and pulled it off. “Ah’ll go that far,” he remarked.

Tamara had to stare. The guy’s muscles have muscles! she thought.

Abi let out a shrill whistle. “Bodybuilder alert,” she called, jokingly.

“Okay, guys, enough,” Terence said, blushing. “For now, this is my comfort zone.”

Tamara felt waves of shame suddenly flowing from Terence. She wondered, Him too? What the hell; whatever is he ashamed of?

The naturist reveal over, Emma handed out towels to the nudists to spread on their chairs, and everyone sat while Emma told them the plans for the rest of the day.

They would have about two to three hours for swimming, chatting, and sunbathing before the meal would be ready.

“Wear sunscreen, but like at the park, shower it off before you get in the pool,” she reminded everyone. “In honor of our guests, the mandatory pool nudity rule at Emma’s Home Resort is hereby temporarily suspended. As well, no bare arses on the chairs and loungers, right.”

Tamara and Terence were the only two to stay clothed. Terence looked like he was having difficulties trying not to stare at the women, but Tamara just felt weird. She had her suit on under her top and shorts, so she unobtrusively slipped off those garments. Peter glanced at her and gave her an approving nod.

Okay, Tamara thought. Like the beach. But no further. I’m not sure about being a naturist... nudist ... whatever.

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