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Chapter 84 - Gaining More Nudism Converts

Arundel Nature Society: mid-August

Tamara, Peter, and Winnie had arrived at the resort on the Wednesday afternoon before their volleyball weekend for their two-week stay. Winnie’s summer courses were mostly over; she could complete the remaining parts on line during the following week. They came a few days early because Tom and Lynette would be making their nudist resort debut and they planned to arrive later that day.

Tom had been “practicing” nudism at the pool at Kevin and Denise’s home on a few July weekends, after he and Lynette had spent two weeks visiting their parents and brother. Tom had decided to go to Peter’s resort early, as Tamara had suggested, as a way to ease into being nude with a larger group. And it would certainly be a larger group—Peter expected that most of his family would be there, plus Kevin, Denise, Amelia, Jeremy, Cindy, Tommy, and now Lynette and Tomas. And most of the varsity volleyball team and their parents and siblings. Tamara had needed to rent five bunkhouse camper-trailers to accommodate everyone; she had to contact three area dealerships to find enough.

Tamara had spent a lot of time organizing everything and not for the first time, had wondered if she should try to find an assistant, like a “gal/guy Friday.”

Emma gets by without one here, but she has her executives at Cambridge to run that operation, Marty runs everything for her at the APL, and the Physics Department secretary helps her at Hopkins, Tamara mused. I don’t have everything in place yet with my companies and all my time is getting soaked up with all of this little stuff. I need advice. I need to talk to Werner.

The only Winsberg family group that wasn’t able to come this week were the Richardsons from Virginia. That meant that the combined Winsberg clan at the resort would consist of the four grandparents, eight aunts and uncles, and nine cousins, including Barbara and Peter.

Rounding out the crowd would be Tamara, Winnie, Terence, Kevin, Denise, Jeremy, Amelia, Cindy, Lynette, and both Toms. Between the house and the three cabins, there were twenty beds available but there were twenty-one Winsberg family members who’d be there. Not having enough beds for the family had also been a problem back before the three cabins had been built, too, so to accommodate everyone on the occasions that they all could be there at the same time, Peter’s great-grandfather had installed a concrete pad and a service hookup which could accommodate a camper trailer on his site. Squeezing an additional unit in was possible, but it would be tight.

This week, counting all the guests, there would be 32 people on the site. That second camper pad was certainly needed this week so all of the extra people would have a place to sleep without having to use tents.

The high-school girls would need seven beds, five for their siblings, and ten beds were needed for their parents. Tamara had rented two large bunkhouse camper-trailers for the girls and their siblings, and she was able to reserve three resort cabins for three of the parent couples. Since the remaining two parent couples were close friends, they had told her that they’d be okay with sharing a two-bedroom, six-bed bunkhouse camper.

When Tom and Lynette arrived that afternoon, Peter met them at the office to help them check in because he figured that their lack of a permanent address would tweak Vicki—they had told him that they lived on campus at Westphalia. Besides, he wanted to tease her. And that’s just what happened.

“But that’s your college address,” Vicki told them when she looked at their licenses. “Peter, why do you keep doing this to me?”

“‘Cause it’s so much fun teasing you, Vicki,” Peter grinned at her.

“Mrs Allerman, for now that’s our only legal address,” Lynette told her. “It’s the married student housing apartment at the uni; before coming to the U.S. we lived in the U.K., in London. We’re in process of moving off campus but we haven’t moved yet.”

“All right, let me finish setting up their records here then,” Vicki sighed. A few minutes later, “Okay, done. Here are your barcode tags. Peter, you’ll tell your guests about using these tags and go over our rules with them?”

“Sure. Say, you remember that Winnie’s high-school volleyball team and parents will be here Friday, right?”

Vicki nodded. “Yes, and that two minors without parents are in the group. Your mom’s already sent me the permissions for them so we’re all set there. At least you didn’t spring that one on me with no warning,” she laughed.

Peter led Tom and Lynette back out to their car.

“Okay, guys, here’s what we’ll do now. You remember that this is a nudist resort,” he emphasized the word, “and not clothing-optional. Nudity is required when conditions allow. But let’s get into your car and we’ll drive to our site; we’ll unload your stuff and you can strip there. Then I’ll need to bring your car back here ‘cause there’s no extra parking room at our site. Okay?”

As Tom drove to the site, Peter went over the major rules. Tamara met them when they pulled into the site. They greeted her and then she explained the complicated lodging arrangements to them as she showed them where they’d be staying.

“Peter gave you the quick rules rundown, right?” Tamara asked as they unloaded their car and carried their items into the camper.

“He did. This is an amazing place... so pretty,” Lynette said.

When they finished stowing their items, Tamara told them that it was time to get undressed.

“Get out the sunscreen and put it on; then grab your towels and come out,” she told them. “Don’t go anywhere without a towel. It’s to sit on, remember from Emma’s?”

Meanwhile Peter had taken their car back to the parking area near the clubhouse. In a few minutes, Tom and Lynette emerged from the camper.

“Say, where’s Winnie?” Lynette asked.

“Winnie’s off somewhere with her friend Theresa. That family lives in Frederick so they don’t get to see each other all that much—but she’s also keeping an eye out for the three bunkhouse units that her v-ball team and their families will be using. They’re delivering them later today. Okay, now I need to give you guys the tour of the resort. You got your sunscreen on?”

“We do,” Tom said, looking around uncertainly. “I guess I’m still not quite used to being starkers like this in public,” he chuckled. “I still have a wee sense of foreboding...”

Lynette looked at him with concern. “But it’s okay, right? No feeling of panic?”

“Oh, no, sweetheart,” he responded. “It’s like a memory of a bad dream and I can ignore it.”

Lynette relaxed and smiled at him. “I notice that you tend to use Britishisms sometimes, sweetie. It’s funny; it took you two years to start doing that in England but now we live here and it sounds odd.”

“I’m just slow, Lynnie, what can I say,” Tom chuckled.

“Hey, don’t stop your British usage on my account,” Tamara laughed. “I like hearing it. Besides, remember how Emma sounds? I think you both sound classy when you talk.”

“You have a cool accent too, Tamara,” Lynette said. “It has a faint resemblance to Québécois—that’s French Canadian—and has a musical lilt too.”

“Yep. That’s the result of my speaking French and Haitian Kreyòl growing up. Here’s how Kreyòl sounds—you’ll hear the lilt. Èske nou tout pare pou toune resort nan kounye a?”

“Whoa—I hear some French usage in there,” Tom said. “Was that ‘Are you all ready for ... what? Oh, must be tour ... the resort something...’”

“Very good, Tom. Close. I asked, ‘Are you all ready for the resort tour now?’ The lilt is in a lot of Caribbean versions of English, especially in Jamaica. So let’s go.”

Tamara grabbed her towel from where it was draped on a nearby chair.

“While we walk, I’ll tell you about what I know, but if Peter gets back, he can do a better job.”

As they began leaving the site, Winnie came running up.

“Hi, Tom, Lynette!” she called. “Theresa says hello, Tamara. I was with her and her brother Toby and her cousin Marcia. Anyway, I came to put something on—the campers are being delivered in about fifteen minutes. Ron said I should wear something when I show them where to set them up so the drivers don’t get distracted and crash them somehow.”

Everyone laughed.

“So the drivers don’t have to get naked when they come in here?” Tom asked.

Tamara shook her head. “Contractors and repair people, government people like health department or police, they don’t. And when resort staff are working with them, they wear a cover-up or something so the visitor doesn’t get embarrassed.”

Winnie came out of a cabin wearing a colorful wrap and ran off. “See you guys later!” she called.

Tamara set off with the couple for their tour and saw Peter walking toward them, returning from parking the car. He joined them and they went around the grounds. Passing by the main part of The Meadow, they stopped to watch some pre-teens playing a spirited frisbee game and Lynette noticed Tom’s thoughtful expression.

“Brings back memories?” she asked him gently.

Tom nodded. “This is so frikkin’ different from back then...” and noticing Peter’s and Tamara’s curious expressions, he explained.

“Lynnie and I were thirteen when the family moved to Munich,” Tom continued. “Dad had been reassigned there by his bank. Lynnie and I liked to take bike rides—we still do—and we went to this park a few miles away from where we lived. I didn’t know then about the FKK areas that Germany’s parks had...”

At Peter’s puzzled look, Lynette said, “That’s the German—no, it’s actually the almost universal European term for ‘nudist’—stands for Freikörperkultur or ‘free body culture.’

Tamara broke in, “Oh yeah, I’ve seen that term before. When they showed my high school the Naked in School orientation film, they had some quick scenes that the film’s narrator claimed showed how public nudity in the U.S. was becoming common. One of the scenes was a nude beach but when the camera panned, a sign that read ‘FKK-Strandbereich’ was visible for an instant. I realized then that the propaganda they were showing us was fake.”

“That sign means ‘nudist beach area,’” Tom said. “The FKK term is used for nudism throughout central and eastern European countries and everyone in Europe knows it means ‘nudist.’ Except we didn’t then. Anyway, we were riding around this lake and saw a sign reading, ‘FKK Bereich’—I knew bereich meant ‘area’...”

He paused and looked at Lynette, who picked up the topic. “Tom still hates to talk about this,” she said. “We had biked into a FKK—a nudist area, and it looked just like this big lawn here filled with naked people lying out and playing sports. And it had a little beach down on the lake too. It was so pretty, just like this lawn, but Tom panicked when he saw all the naked people there. You heard about his reaction to seeing nudity when he was in school.”

“That’s right; I heard,” Tamara remarked. “Tom, so seeing The Meadow here and the kids playing on it, brought back that memory?”

She looked at Tom and he nodded at her.

“Yeah, but just the memory and not the panic I got, thank God. It’s so much better now. I feel a little self-conscious now, but nothing else.”

“How could you have survived in school then with the naked kids?” Peter asked. “For me, seeing the nudity wasn’t the real problem; it was sensing the kids’ emotional turmoil and terror, their humiliation and all that kind of crap. I suffered through that for over three years.”

“Peter, I hear ya,” Tom sighed. “In a way, I was lucky that the head teacher never bothered to look at my medical record and picked me for the Program at the beginning of the school year. I suffered for my first week but missed almost half of it, actually. I left school after I got sick at the Monday assembly and the next day, I only was there an hour. There was a naked kid in my first class. I went back on Wednesday all drugged up. But I had no idea what was taught for that week; it was a loss. Then the next week was when I got picked and, well, trashed the place. Because the head screwed up how I was selected, that let our solicitor essentially blackmail him and made the school exempt me—Lynnie too. He made the school officials forgive me for wrecking the office and forced them to remove our names from any future Program selection list because if they didn’t, he’d bring a negligence suit against the school and get the head and teachers charged with sexual assault and battery for attempting to strip me. And since that happened so early in the term, I didn’t have to suffer in classes with naked kids.”

“Cool,” Peter exclaimed. “Almost the same thing happened with me except that I didn’t wreck anything. Like you, I got out of it because of a legal threat to the principal; in my case, a state police official warned the principal that he and others too would be arrested if they forced me to stay in the Program. But tell me, how did you get out of going to classes?”

“Actually that was part of the blackmail deal. The head had to come up with a way for me to attend classes without me seeing nudity. My dad gave them the idea to set me up in the library and have the teachers send the class work to me, but the head teacher suggested something even better. The school had video cameras that they were planning to put in some classrooms for a pilot project to allow remote learning but they were still working out details. So I became the pilot project. They set up the cameras in my classes and let me try out doing the remote learning. It took a couple days for the cameras to be set up and then I watched my classes by video from the library.”

“So you didn’t have to see anyone naked then.”

“Right. The cameras were aimed at the whiteboards and I could only see the front of the classrooms—so I didn’t see the kids and didn’t see the daily nudity. I stayed in the library all day and ate lunch there too. For P.E. class, I used the weight room with the teams so I could work out with a partner, or I’d run on the track outside—that led to me getting on the cross-country team. My brother suggested it so I asked the coach. He had seen me running and thought I did okay. So for that whole school year, I took all my classes from the library. So that’s how I survived school there. For the next year, we switched schools and we met Amelia and Jeremy there.”

“Did you have any problems when you switched schools to Amelia’s school?” Peter asked.

“They didn’t have the naked program in the new school,” Tom replied. “Actually, they almost had it the year before we switched schools but Amelia and Jeremy and Amelia’s guardians—Kevin and Denise—got it stopped. They brought the Avery Program to the school and it replaced the naked program.”

Lynette laughed. “Sweetie, we did have that encounter with a kind-of naked program during the summer, though. Remember that cultural tour?”

“Yeah, right,” Tom sighed. “In the summer before we started at our new school, we went on a cultural tour that kids at our new school who were finishing year ten could do. Mom saw the summer course description in the school’s materials and knew that Lynnie and I would want to do it. It was one of the summer programs that a lot of Brit schools offered for credit and a private company ran those programs. So we went. Our tour group traveled by train and bus and we visited ten European cities on the continent; we toured museums and art galleries; went to art fairs and concerts; and did a bunch of other cultural stuff. We then had to write essays about the attractions we visited, answering the topics that the leaders, who were our teachers for the course, set for us to write. That’s how we got school credit for it, it was an elective class.”

“Jeez, that sounds totally amazing,” Tamara said. “I’m so jealous. You enjoyed the tour?”

Lynette nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, for sure. It was blindin’ brilliant, Tamara. That is, until we got back to France toward the tour’s end.”

She looked at Tom and nodded to him.

He chuckled. “Lynnie wants me to tell it. Yeah, we were on a train from Italy to southern France. Part of our tour was to be a hike in a national park area in the French Alps near Grenoble. It was scheduled to be for two full days and three overnights and the tour company provided the tents, food, and all the other hiking supplies. Lynnie and I were kinda wondering how we would like it. We both love biking; hiking not so much. But just before we arrived at the Grenoble Eurostar station, Lynnie and I learned that the kids in our tour group, back in the early spring when they had organized the tour schedule, those kids had all voted to do that hike naked.”

Peter shot a look at him. “You’re shittin’ me... they could do that?”

Tom shrugged. “Could and did. Seems naked hiking is a popular thing in Europe; who knew? And the area in France where the hike was organized happened to be a popular naked hiking site. The kids going on the tour had heard from some of their mates about the fantastic time that they had while doing naked hiking with their families in Germany and Austria; they had seen the photos that their mates had taken during their naked hikes and they all got convinced that it was brilliant—so almost all of the kids voted to do the cultural tour hike naked too, and their parents were all okay with it as well. You know, public nudity in Europe is no big deal; there are naked areas on most beaches and in a lot of parks too. There even are hiking areas where it’s actually expected that hikers will be naked. It even has a name: Nacktwanderung, and it’s very popular throughout central Europe. Guess what that German word means. Oh, Tamara, I see that you know.”

“Yep. Wow. Sure, it’s naked hiking.”

“Yeah. As I said, Lynnie and I later found out that the park area in France where the cultural tour hike was scheduled is one of the most popular naturist hiking locations in France. Anyway, two of our tour group members weren’t very enthused about the nudity, but they were told that they could keep their kits on if they needed to. But just before our trip, they had apparently told the teachers that they would join the others and the whole group did the hike naked. Except Lynnie and me. By the way, our friends on the tour told us afterwards that they had a smashing good time. I was just, ‘Good for them.’

“So when I heard about the nudity, I freaked out. Lynnie and I only found out that they were doing the hike naked when the teacher passed out the essay assignments. That was only an hour before we arrived at the train station and I saw that all the topics were about experiencing nature while naked ... yeah, Peter?”

“But didn’t you know it was gonna be a naked hike?”

“Oh, right, I need to back up. Yeah, we didn’t know about the naked hiking part. We weren’t in the school when the tour sign-ups were done in January. We were accepted to the school in February and would start in the fall. Mom had asked about the tour but it was filled, so she got us on a waiting list. Lynnie and I were added in April, two months after the deadline, because two slots had opened up. So we didn’t know anything about the kids’ voting to do the hike naked—we weren’t going to that school then—and the teacher who was leading it didn’t think to tell us that it would be a naked hike. Hell, they didn’t even have our folks’ permission for us to do it. So when I freaked when I heard about it, the teachers told me that I could keep my kit on if I needed to, but of course, with all that nudity of the other kids ... well, you know how that was.”

“This is like a soap opera,” Tamara chuckled. “Or a reality show—hey, ‘Naked and Afraid.’ Tossed out naked on a wilderness hike.”

The others laughed.

“So what happened?” Tamara asked.

“Lynnie came to the rescue with a perfect excuse for me to skive off doing that part of the tour without embarrassing me in front of the other kids. She went off to the side with the teachers and told them that both of us were very sensitive to the sun, so us being naked was not possible. And doing the hike clothed made little sense because the teachers had framed the entire experience around being naked in nature and all of the essay topics they had set for the class had to do with that, so if we were clothed, we couldn’t write about it, of course. So even clothed, it wouldn’t make sense to go with them. And that’s what the teachers told the others.”

“Very clever, Lynette,” Peter said approvingly. “So what did they do about your missing that part, Tom?”

“They sent us on to Paris instead. That was to be our tour’s last stop and the rest of our group would rejoin us there in three days. We were set up with two other similar tour groups that were arriving in Paris when we would; they were doing other kinds of cultural things there. The first group we joined, their cultural emphasis was on folk art, popular music, and the use of languages in songs and in common speech. When that group left Paris, we joined the second group, and toured some churches and cathedrals with them. We totally enjoyed being with those two groups, so we didn’t lose anything by giving a miss to that naked hike.”

“Quite a story,” Peter said. “You think you could do a naked hike now?”

Tom looked at him and shrugged. “You know? I guess it wouldn’t tear me up, but I don’t think that I’d be interested in doing it. Clothed or naked. Why? Do you have something in mind?”

“So how about a naked 5K run?” Peter laughed.

Tom stared at him. “Crap, for real? When I started in cross-country at my first school—where the Program was running—I did ask my coach if there would be any naked Program runners. He told me that would never happen; the team members had told him that they wouldn’t compete if they had to do it naked.”

Tamara laughed. “Tom, he’s not joking and it is a real thing. Naked 5Ks are actually pretty popular now; there’s one scheduled here at the resort next weekend, on Sunday. Also, most of the cousins do a naked run every morning here; usually we go five miles, that’s 8K. The trails are great and running nude is wonderful—but I need to wear a sports bra. I have several basic ones, small but they’re perfect for the job. Winnie runs with me but she doesn’t need the support.”

“Really?” Lynette said. “She looks like she’s in a C-cup.”

“No, an upper B like me but her boobs are like rock solid. You saw how ripped she is. I’m not as tight.”

“Totally. She looks amazing, really. You too—your muscles have a nice definition to them,” Lynette said.

“Thanks. I’m following Winnie’s exercise regimen—been doing it over a year now, and we’re also taking judo. Helps my volleyball play.”

“Yeah, Lynnie and I are looking forward to seeing that game. You gonna play too?” Tom asked.

“Yep. Barbara and I will be on the resort’s team and we’ll play against Winnie’s team.”

By then they had passed the camping area, the pool and spa, and had reached the clubhouse. After a quick walkthrough there, Peter led them out and headed back to the family’s site. They were walking toward the sports area when they saw three large trailer units being towed toward the camping area. Winnie was walking ahead of them, pointing to where the campers should go. They briefly watched as the campers were moved into place and the drivers hopped out to level them and connect them to the utilities.

When they passed near the sports area, Peter pointed out the facilities there.

“Obviously the volleyball clinic and games will be here and you can see the tennis court over there. The two smaller courts where those people are playing are for the most popular sport by far here. You need to sign up for a time slot in advance to play—it’s called ‘pickleball’—ever hear about it?”

“No, that’s a funny name,” Lynette said. “Why’s it called that?”

“I heard the name came from crew racing,” Peter said. “What I heard is that the worst boat in a race is called a pickle boat and it’s crewed by people who no one wanted on their own boat. So its crew is those who got thrown together. A ‘pickle crew.’ Because this game has equipment and rules all thrown together from other racquet sports, like tennis, ping-pong, badminton, whatever, the people who invented the game thought of the pickle crews, the random crew collection, and that got turned into ‘pickleball’ for the game. That’s where I heard the name’s from.”

“Ha, that explanation is as funny as the name,” Tom remarked.

They were almost back at their site now as Winnie came jogging up, returning from the camping area.

“Hi, done with the tour?” she asked.

“Yep,” Tamara replied. “The campers all in place?”

“They are, but there’s a leaky shut-off water valve at one unit’s site. Ron’s fixing the valve right now. He told me that Barbara and Terence decided to come today and they’ll be here very soon.”

“Hey guys,” Peter told them, “about dinner. The resort restaurant is closed today, so if we want to order in dinner, we need to do it in the next fifteen minutes. The menus are back in the lodge. Let’s see what everyone wants. There’s a lot of choice—you can order from any of the three restaurants.”

They looked over the menu choices and Peter called the orders in. Then he called the office to tell Vicki that he had placed their dinner orders directly and prepaid them using credit cards.

“I included the tips in the payments, Vicki, so just call me when the orders are delivered,” he told her.

Peter disconnected and looked at the others. “Okay, we’ve got three hours now before the food’s delivered. Want to go to the pool for a dip?”

They all agreed and while they were walking there, Barbara drove past them in her car. Peter called to her that they would be at the pool.

There were a few teens at the pool and a number of summer-resident adults, all who had cabins or campers at the resort. Peter made the introductions, and when Barbara and Terence arrived on the pool deck, they had enough players to organize a bat-the-ball-around water-volleyball session.

During a short break in the play, Peter told his sister, “I ordered dinners to be delivered at 6 p.m. ‘cause the restaurant’s closed today. I got meals for you and Terence—got Italian for you, your favorite, chicken Parmigiana. I wasn’t sure about Terence so I ordered him a porterhouse steak dinner.”

Barbara hugged him. “Perfect. Both for me and Terence. I brought sandwich fixings for us, but that’s so much better. So it looks like Tom and Lynette are doing fine, right? I want to talk to her about her college plans since she wants to go into psychiatry.”

“Yeah, they’re doing fine. Tom told Tamara and me the most incredible stories about their experiences, nudity-related. I’ll see if they want to share those stories with you guys and maybe others, but I’m sure that Kevin’s posse knows a lot about the two of them.”

Later, while they were eating dinner, Tamara mentioned to Peter that her premonition sense was tingling again.

“It’s like the feelings I was getting before we went to England that second time, sweetie. Like someone’s looking for me.”

Winnie leaned over to whisper, “Is that what I feel? It’s like when someone’s looking over my shoulder at what I’m reading. Very uncomfortable.”

“Peter, do you have any feeling like that?” Tamara asked.

“Not that strongly—but you know? The last two days, I’ve felt uneasy, like I forgot to do something but can’t recall what it is. Is that like what you feel?”

“My feeling is more creepy, like someone is looking for me,” Tamara said. “I’ve had this feeling a few times before, and it was always followed by a direct threat. Since Winnie and I both have it and it’s not as strong for you, I suspect that just Winnie and I are being threatened. And the most likely reason has gotta be related to that kidnapper. I hope he didn’t get out of prison, somehow, like on appeal. I’ll make some calls after dinner.”

Tamara called Sam first and told her about her concerns and Sam told her that she’d do some checking. Then she decided to call Agent Wilkins on her private mobile number.

“Hi. Mrs Wilkins; sorry if this is a bad time, but I’m concerned about something.”

“It’s okay, Tamara. If you’re worried about something enough to call me, then it must be important. Is everything okay otherwise?”

“It is. But you know how my family’s sensitive to problems that may affect us? Our, um, early warning system?”

“Yes, and it appears to be very efficient. Go on.”

“So the last few days, it feels like I’m being watched or someone’s trying to find me. My ward, Winnie, has the same feeling. She’s very sensitive that way, just like me—I think that’s how we found each other.”

“I’ve gotten the reports about how both of you have given the FBI enough information to take down two human-trafficking operations. Do you think that your feeling, unquote, is related to that?”

“That’s the only thing that makes sense. That kidnapper wasn’t let out, like on bail, or appeal, was he?”

“I’m certain he’s still incarcerated. He was charged under both state and federal law. He was convicted under state law and is still awaiting trial for the federal charges. I know that the investigation of that trafficking ring isn’t completed and it’s highly likely that everyone involved hasn’t been identified yet. Let me make some calls and I’ll find out more. I’ll call you when I learn something.”

“Good, that will help me feel better. I’m at my resort now for two weeks and won’t be near my phone; so when you call, use the resort’s number and they’ll give me the message.”

She gave Wilkins the resort’s phone number. After their farewells, Tamara went back to Peter and Winnie.

“Mrs Wilkins will find out what’s happening with the trafficking case. We’re very safe here, Winnie, and besides, this place is well under the radar as far as people knowing about it. Hey, where did the others go?”

“The Pavilion. Barbara heard that one of the resort members is running a karaoke session this evening,” Winnie said.

They went off to the Pavilion.

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The following morning, Tamara and Winnie were beginning their stretches, getting ready for their run, when Tom and Lynette came out of their camper.

“We’ll join you guys,” Tom told them. “We both like to run. But doing it naked... that’s just weird, but I’ll give it a shot. Hey, I never thought about having to ask this,” he remarked, blushing, “but what do the guys do about... um...”

Tamara tried not to giggle. “The wedding tackle, right?”

Tom nodded, getting even redder.

“All the guys just run like that. Peter says it seems to just tuck itself in—he likes running free, as he calls it.”

“Where is Peter?” Tom asked.

“Oh. We have a tiny gym with free weights, resistance equipment, treadmills, and bike. He’s over there with Barbara and Terence.”

“Do you think I’ll be okay?” Lynette asked, cupping her breasts and pushing them in.

Tamara and Winnie looked at her and Winnie went over to her.

“We’re about the same cup size, Lynette. How firm are you? You’re really toned like me. Feel my boobs; they don’t move much when I run—compare how they feel to yours.”

Lynette pushed a bit on Winnie’s breasts.

“Damn—your pecs under them are like steel, Winnie,” she exclaimed. “Your boobs are firm, like mine, but my chest is much softer. I guess your pecs give you lots of good support.”

“That’s right, they do. Can I feel yours?”

Lynette nodded and Winnie cupped them and pushed up and down.

“You’ve got good muscles under there, so you’ll be okay,” Winnie told her. “No problem running today with your girls out, but longer term, if you want to keep running nude, you could consider wearing a bra like Tamara’s wearing. It’s small but has good support.”

Lynette glanced at Tom. “Okay, we’re good, swee... oh, you liked that, did you?” and she laughed.

Tamara and Lynette tried to conceal their smiles and Winnie breathed, “Ooo, so nice.”

Tom looked down. His penis was standing firmly and proudly at attention.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, I’m so sorry...”

He grabbed his towel from the chair where he had draped it and wrapped it around his waist.

Lynette grinned. “It is a blindin’ nice one, isn’t it? And he sure knows how to use it too.”

Tom’s face was scarlet now. “Lynnie, please. It’s so embarrassing...”

Tamara went over to Tom. “Look, Tom. You’re surrounded by gals and you’re still a newbie to being nude like this. That was a totally normal and expected reaction. I must say, though, you sure do have a nice one, but I will say that Peter’s peter is my absolute favorite.”

The others laughed.

She pulled off his towel. “Now let that big boy out; you can’t stretch while wrapped in a towel. Besides, it gives us something nice to look at.”

Tom groaned, but joined the girls as they began stretching, and soon his erection subsided.

When they finished their stretches, he asked Tamara, “Um... does that happen a lot? Uh, getting hard like that?”

Tamara shook her head. “You’ll find that after a day or maybe less, it just stops happening. Just before, you reacted to a sexual situation—two gals playing with each other’s boobs. That would get most guys going, I’d think. The younger teen boys here, now that’s different. They’ll get random erections all the time. So don’t worry about it. No one cares, as long as you don’t strut around showing it off. Okay, let’s go. Let me set a warmup pace first and then we’ll do a fast five-mile pace... you guys good for the five?”

They all told her five miles was fine.

“Okay, I’ll set an average of a 6:10 pace. When we hit the trail, if I’m too slow, let me know—we can try to go a little faster. But today I plan to set a fast pace; just warning you, 6:10 is fast. You’ll need to keep up ‘cause you don’t know the routes. Okay?”

When they returned from the run, Tom was winded and Lynette was dragging.

“Goddamn, Tamara, I thought we were in good shape,” Tom panted. “What was your starting pace, anyway?”

“Winnie and I do our fast-pace day running the first two at 6:00, then the next two at 6:15, and then push the last mile hard. I think we just ran 30:30. Winnie’s wearing a tracker. Winnie, what’s our time and pace?”

“That was a good run. It was 30:31.6 and a 6:06.3 pace.” She laughed, “I added the tenths to make it sound better.”

“Jesus...” Tom asked. “How accurate is that distance, anyway?”

Tamara answered, “Spot on. The resort had a race timing company out here to measure the courses when they began holding the 5-K race years ago, so the distances are accurate and our events are sanctioned.”

“Cool. Say, Winnie, do you have the three-mile split?” Tom asked.

“I have our 6-K time, the distance for NCAA women. It’s 3.7 miles. That’s 22:58 and 6:12,” Winnie reported. “Tamara’s pace is really consistent. Then she takes off and just flies on the last mile. Our final mile was at 5:46.”

Lynette gasped. “You mean I ran a 6K at almost a sub-six? I never pushed myself to see how fast I could actually run. Tom, does the women’s team have room for another runner?”

“There’s room, sweetie, especially with that time. In the women’s meets, the top runners are at 22:30 or thereabouts so you’d finish in the top three. That time in women’s is considered an elite runner.”

“That’s true, Tom,” Tamara remarked. “The resort’s 5-K event will be while you guys are here. Just to warn you, Peter’s cousin ran the resort’s 5K two years ago and ran 17:44. She was Pennsylvania’s X-C high-school state champion that year. She’ll be here and you guys can go head to head with her—she’d love the competition. When Winnie and I run 5K now, we’re usually under 18 minutes. Our best time is 17:49, so we’re doing really, really well, and I’m certain that Winnie’s much faster than me.”

“How did you feel on top while running, Lynette?” Winnie asked.

“I felt a little movement—not enough to be distracting. But running free like that, damn, that felt really awesome—no clothes chafing around the bottom and with the air rushing past, no sweating either. Tom, how was your package?”

“Huh. Tell the truth, I didn’t really notice. I agree about how that felt; I like running that way. Say, Winnie, Tamara, do you realize how fast you guys are? Winnie, you could be a track star with the times we just did. That time is an upper elite runners’.”

“I’ve been running all my life, Tom,” Winnie told him. “Papa said that running was in our genes.”

“And I started running when I was around eleven,” Tamara said. “First, it was therapy for a weak leg, but I found that I liked it, and I kept pushing myself to improve my stamina. Then when Winnie and I started running together, she showed me some things to help my form, and my times got lots better. We do know that our times are excellent.”

“Yeah, I could go out for cross-country but I like volleyball better,” Winnie said. “But the seasons overlap and I can’t do both.”

“Let’s get down to the pool area,” Tamara suggested. “We can shower off there and get breakfast in the restaurant. I think that the others will be there too; they usually spend an hour, sometimes more, on the machines.”

They met Peter, Barbara and Terence finishing up at the little gym and went in for breakfast. They were done with breakfast and Peter was showing Tom and Lynette around the clubhouse when Ron Allerman came out of the office and called Tamara.

“Thought I heard you out here. You have a phone call. Want to take it in the office?”

“Sure. I was waiting for that call. Thanks.”

Tamara took the receiver and answered, “This is Tamara.”

“Hello, dear. It’s Sarah Wilkins. I have some information and it appears that your incredible senses are working just fine. The perp is still safely in his cell, but the Virginia AG’s office has a serious problem. They’ve apparently got a mole in their office.”

“Jeez. What happened?”

“They still have custody of your cell phone; holding it as evidence for a possible appeal hearing. But it’s been tampered with now. Fortunately, you had a PIN to unlock the phone and the PIN was stored elsewhere. Someone got into the evidence safe and got the phone out and took it out of the sealed inner bag. They must have been interrupted, because it was found stuffed back into the outer bag; the sealed bag was empty, but the paper that contained your name and driver’s licence number is gone.”

“Jeez. How many people can get to the safe?” Tamara asked. “Isn’t there a record of accesses?”

“Looks like they were sloppy. There’s even a security camera in the area but it had been disabled and no one can tell how long it wasn’t working. Everyone who had access to the whole area is being interviewed. But someone has your name and address now from your license number.”

“Hmm, the address is my parents’. And their house has a gated driveway and it’s fenced all around. But they might try to break in there to find me,” Tamara told her. “A thought. Did the tampering compromise the evidence? And how many people know about this? If the kidnapper’s lawyer knows and tries to challenge it as evidence, doesn’t that show he has inside info?”

“All good thoughts, Tamara,” Wilkins said. “Apart from you, hardly anyone was given the details of exactly what evidence was involved. And they did think of the connection to that lawyer. That’s all I could find out, Tamara. You should let your folks know. Maybe they can get an alarm system.”

“They have one. Maybe I’ll get it enhanced.”

“All right; take care, Tamara, and be safe.”

“I’ll try. Thanks. Mrs Wilkins.”

Damn. I think I’ll call Janice Marks. Get her advice, Tamara mused as she disconnected.

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