Smashwords.com has now added KOBO.com as a distributor for my books.
Please visit the KOBO author page to see the books they distribute.
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Tuesday, January 13, 2015
My books are now available at Smashwords as well as Barnes and Noble
Smashwords: (The first 2 are free and the other 2 are only $0.99 each)
Model Courtyard Actor https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/509482
Gus And Cousin Sarah https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/506883
My Four Handed Massage https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/506097
Model Nude Behavior https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/505615
My author page is https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/lpisomojado
The Barnes and Noble link can get to my books.
At present only 3 have been made available by B&N, but all will be offered to them.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/l-piso-mojado?store=allproducts&keyword=l+piso+mojado
Please Tweet me @PisoMojado_SA
or, visit my Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008855434596
Smashwords: (The first 2 are free and the other 2 are only $0.99 each)
Model Courtyard Actor https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/509482
Gus And Cousin Sarah https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/506883
My Four Handed Massage https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/506097
Model Nude Behavior https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/505615
My author page is https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/lpisomojado
The Barnes and Noble link can get to my books.
At present only 3 have been made available by B&N, but all will be offered to them.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/l-piso-mojado?store=allproducts&keyword=l+piso+mojado
Please Tweet me @PisoMojado_SA
or, visit my Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008855434596
Monday, September 15, 2014
LAGNAP Background and The Latest
LAGNAP stands for Let's All Get Nude And Party. It is an organization and a movement. I am a journalist for the organization and a key part of the movement. The two entities I write for are the LAGNAP Journal and the LAGNAP Insider. You probably came by this article through the Journal, as it is the most accessible and free source we have. The Insider is a limited, quarterly subscription publication (it costs an entire 25 cents and comes out every 3 months - so, doubly 'Quarterly').
About
me, I am a certified Process Engineer, specializing in Technology/Human
interaction. I will be making available a short story (sort of a
written Docu-Drama) that describes how I became involved with LAGNAP International and will edit this to make that story available.
Watch this place as I will use this post to keep updates as well.
Pomegranates. Chapter 2
Clara got up from the cafe table and walked away as cool as the cucumbers down the AGB vegetable aisle. I paused to collect my thoughts and then, having been thrown off my original mission to pick up some sodas for my office, by first the pomegranates, then the conversation ... I left the grocery without buying anything and headed home.
When I got home, Annie was in the kitchen baking some pie shells for a family picnic. She was engrossed in her process, but she acknowledged me as I sat at the kitchen bar and reached for a cup of coffee. I always wondered why marbles were an essential factor in baking pie crusts. One day I'll be sure to ask.
I waited until Sally had safely deposited her pie shells in the oven and set the timer, then I got us both refills and sat to talk over our coffee. "I ran into our neighbor, Clara, at the store. Karl wasn't with her, just her."
Annie seemed unsurprised, "I saw her at ComsCo a couple of weeks ago, myself. They are a strange young couple ..."
"Yes, but what she said was really strange. The first thing out her mouth was 'I've seen you naked a lot' and it totally floored me."
At first, Annie was frightened that this was a problem of legal proportions, much as I began. "Is she calling the cops or anything?"
"No, she assured me that she wasn't mad or upset, but hold onto your socks ... she said she wants us to 'teach her how to be a nudist,' if you can believe that. And the long and short of it is that I told her I couldn't even respond to her until I spoke with you. And her response was that she is coming over her in an hour and I needed to get it squared away with you, because it was going to happen - she was very firm about it!"
Annie, being Annie, returned with "but my question is were you firm?" - but she was referring to below my belt, not my speech.
"No, I was too shocked to be excited. I was actually still not over the fear that this was a legal issue." I told Annie about sitting over coffee and summarized "I think she is serious that she wants to learn how to be a nudist. I mean, I think she is simply meaning it as a way for us to help her overcome her natural anxiety, ans shortcut her way to some of the culture of nudism. I also think she might be looking for social experience - being 'locked' in that house all day, all year, for years..."
"In any event, she will be here in a few minutes" I continued, and we need to figure what we are going to do. I do have an idea, but it needs to be something we agree and do together, whatever we do."
The timer went off and Annie jumped up to pull her pie shells out of the oven and set them cooling.
When she returned to the coffee, she didn't ask me what I was going to suggest doing, she jumped in with her suggestion. "I think we should dunk her in cold water - quick and thorough." When she saw my quizzical look, she went on "I think that she sounds determined. She will either make it or not when she tries nudism. So I think we ought to expect she will need to go all the way into it, and fine if she does, or she will see that it is a huge change in her life and she'll quit and we will be done with her. What about her husband, by the way?"
"She said he is not a factor in any of this and she would explain it to both of us when she comes over." I responded "And I guess your idea is more direct, I was going to suggest that we sit with her and make her specifically ask for anything she wanted to learn or experience and let her 'fail' so to speak, by her lack of knowledge. I think your way might be better and I can support it totally."
We both knew that the time was coming for our visitor, so without watching the clock, we did start getting ready by working up a game plan. By the time the doorbell alerted us we were ready.
Annie answered the door and after greeting Clara, led her to the family room, where I was headed, and invited us all to take seats. Annie opened the Pandora's Box of a conversation "Clara, Gus told me about your desire and the conversation you two shared at the store. I am really happy that you came to us for this, we're happy to help you learn the ropes and become a nudist. There is no way to do it, but to do it, so why don't we all just stand and take off our clothes. I'll go get some towels and you can learn the first two rules of nudism, always sit on a towel and always wear a smile!"
Just as Annie and I had planned, we stood and began to disrobe. Clara was several seconds behind us and I began to think that this would work, we would let her own fears lead her to quit. But I was wrong, Clara stood and began to take her clothes of as well. Annie was only wearing a house dress without underwear, so she was naked in a flash and she headed for the pool towels we keep right by the back door. When she returned, I was removing my socks and boxers while Clara stood in bra and panties.
Clara had admittedly already seen us nude, but we had never seen her in anything less than street clothes, and that only seldom. She is about five-seven, and probably weighs a slightly chubby one-fifty to one-sixty. She has brunette hair and it was clear that she stalled momentarily before getting nude, but only momentarily. She reached behind her back and undid her bra while we watched without leering. As she shucked her straps and then her bra from her shoulders and arms, we noticed very nicely shaped C or D cup breasts with little sagging, defined pink nipples and areola, slightly erect and riding somewhat high on her fleshy orbs. She hooked her fingers in her waistband and pulled her panties down, revealing that she was very much a natural brunette when her trimmed, but fluffy pubic bush came in view. Clara was not really chubby, she was truly what many would call big-boned. She simply had a good sized frame. We had always seen her in what we jokingly called trucker clothes, as she never seemed to wear anything feminine or fancy. She actually looked fairly attractive naked.
Well, although she had seen us naked before, Clara really got her first up-close and personal look at our nude bodies. At the time, I was sixty-one. I stand six feet tall, weighed about two-twenty then (and pretty much the same now). I have grey hair on my head, but have shaved my pubes for over twenty years, so she clearly saw my penis which is average size and circumcised.
Annie, also the same age, is five-ten, and weighs in at a thin one-forty, with short grey hair. Her breasts barely sag at all, even at her age (I know most women, even young ones, are jealous of her genes), and she has prominent, constantly erect nipples with fairly small, brown areolas. Like me, she shaves her pubes and her beautiful vulva is clearly visible with inner labia often showing at least a little and her clitoral hood almost always showed at the top of her labia.
So, there we stood. Three nudes, one being seen for the first time by others, the other two being seen knowingly for the first time by our neighbor. Each of us in turn did a slow turn so the others could see us front and back, then we smiled and chuckled briefly. The nudism lessons had begun.
Having towels, we each spread them on our chair or couch space and sat to talk. Clara was visibly far more nervous than we were, but for the first time I had the distinct impression that his was not something Clara took lightly. I think she had been giving this a great deal of thought and that she might be more prepared for success than we had given her credit.
In fact, I began to believe that this might turn out different than perhaps any of us might have predicted.
Annie once again took the initiative, asking "Clara, that was your first big step and seriously, always sitting on towels and smiling to show a positive attitude truly are major rules of success. But you need to be candid and pen with us so we can mentor you and we will do whatever it takes to let you see the bigger picture of nudism as quickly as we can. Before our next step, do you have any questions?"
Clara took on a quite demeanor for a bit and then asked "I notice you both shave your pubic areas totally. Is that something expected, optional, or what?"
Annie fielded the question and I immediately sensed her ice water dunking technique. "Well, Clara, it is very common, probably more than half of all nudists are bare, most of the rest are very very trimmed, only a very few have much hair at all. We started shaving because it is common among nudists, and it feels very neat and clean. However, we soon saw not only a higher degree of nudity visually by being more visible, but there is a huge improvement in the sensations for sex and oral sex, even fondling and massage." After a brief pause, "are you thinking you might be interested in trying it, Clara? The shaving, I mean."
Clara quickly responded, nodding "Yes, indeed. I have seen you guys when I watched and it just really made me desire the same. I'm afraid to do it myself, but, I guess I'll just learn how and do it."
I don't know why, but I decided to respond myself and shared "We actually sometimes do ourselves, and sometimes do each other. When we do each other it actually is often part of sex or sex play, but sometimes, it is just something we do for each other as a relaxing gift, maybe part of a massage." I realized after I said it that it might sound like a sexual invite, but I actually meant it as part of Annie's ice water approach.
But Annie saved the day by realizing the potential, adding "You don't need to shave or wax, but it is important to be able to talk frankly about it and understand that visibility, even of very intimate areas, is part of nudism."
"Why don't we all go float in the pool for awhile and enjoy one of the very best parts of nudism?" I suggested. With nodded agreements, we grabbed our towels and went out to the pool. While there, we talked about normal things clothed folks might discuss and also normal things for nudists. Clara asked about where we go for nudism away from the home and we told here about the Sandollar Resort we regularly visit down in the Rio Grande Valley - how we began going, what conditions we enjoy, and some of our experiences.
Annie and I enjoy floating semi-submerged with 'noodle' floaties under our arms Clara joined us for some time but part of the time, Clara was on a raft and we both took advantage of, and enjoyed, the times when we could clearly see between her legs and actually see more of her genitals that were hidden earlier while standing or sitting.
After about forty-five minutes in the pool, we all decided to get out, dry off and get into the cooler air of the house. Once dried, we hinted that we had committments and Clara agreed that she needed to get home herself. She began dressing and while recomposing her street-presence, Clara was open about wanting to continue her journey to nudism. "I'd like to come over tomorrow and visit about this more. Would you two be okay with me dropping by about 2:00 and you can share more?"
We looked at each other, and although we weren't hoping for this, neither of us offered a way to avoid it, so we agreed and after dressing, we saw her to the door, expecting to continue the next afternoon.
When I got home, Annie was in the kitchen baking some pie shells for a family picnic. She was engrossed in her process, but she acknowledged me as I sat at the kitchen bar and reached for a cup of coffee. I always wondered why marbles were an essential factor in baking pie crusts. One day I'll be sure to ask.
I waited until Sally had safely deposited her pie shells in the oven and set the timer, then I got us both refills and sat to talk over our coffee. "I ran into our neighbor, Clara, at the store. Karl wasn't with her, just her."
Annie seemed unsurprised, "I saw her at ComsCo a couple of weeks ago, myself. They are a strange young couple ..."
"Yes, but what she said was really strange. The first thing out her mouth was 'I've seen you naked a lot' and it totally floored me."
At first, Annie was frightened that this was a problem of legal proportions, much as I began. "Is she calling the cops or anything?"
"No, she assured me that she wasn't mad or upset, but hold onto your socks ... she said she wants us to 'teach her how to be a nudist,' if you can believe that. And the long and short of it is that I told her I couldn't even respond to her until I spoke with you. And her response was that she is coming over her in an hour and I needed to get it squared away with you, because it was going to happen - she was very firm about it!"
Annie, being Annie, returned with "but my question is were you firm?" - but she was referring to below my belt, not my speech.
"No, I was too shocked to be excited. I was actually still not over the fear that this was a legal issue." I told Annie about sitting over coffee and summarized "I think she is serious that she wants to learn how to be a nudist. I mean, I think she is simply meaning it as a way for us to help her overcome her natural anxiety, ans shortcut her way to some of the culture of nudism. I also think she might be looking for social experience - being 'locked' in that house all day, all year, for years..."
"In any event, she will be here in a few minutes" I continued, and we need to figure what we are going to do. I do have an idea, but it needs to be something we agree and do together, whatever we do."
The timer went off and Annie jumped up to pull her pie shells out of the oven and set them cooling.
When she returned to the coffee, she didn't ask me what I was going to suggest doing, she jumped in with her suggestion. "I think we should dunk her in cold water - quick and thorough." When she saw my quizzical look, she went on "I think that she sounds determined. She will either make it or not when she tries nudism. So I think we ought to expect she will need to go all the way into it, and fine if she does, or she will see that it is a huge change in her life and she'll quit and we will be done with her. What about her husband, by the way?"
"She said he is not a factor in any of this and she would explain it to both of us when she comes over." I responded "And I guess your idea is more direct, I was going to suggest that we sit with her and make her specifically ask for anything she wanted to learn or experience and let her 'fail' so to speak, by her lack of knowledge. I think your way might be better and I can support it totally."
We both knew that the time was coming for our visitor, so without watching the clock, we did start getting ready by working up a game plan. By the time the doorbell alerted us we were ready.
Annie answered the door and after greeting Clara, led her to the family room, where I was headed, and invited us all to take seats. Annie opened the Pandora's Box of a conversation "Clara, Gus told me about your desire and the conversation you two shared at the store. I am really happy that you came to us for this, we're happy to help you learn the ropes and become a nudist. There is no way to do it, but to do it, so why don't we all just stand and take off our clothes. I'll go get some towels and you can learn the first two rules of nudism, always sit on a towel and always wear a smile!"
Just as Annie and I had planned, we stood and began to disrobe. Clara was several seconds behind us and I began to think that this would work, we would let her own fears lead her to quit. But I was wrong, Clara stood and began to take her clothes of as well. Annie was only wearing a house dress without underwear, so she was naked in a flash and she headed for the pool towels we keep right by the back door. When she returned, I was removing my socks and boxers while Clara stood in bra and panties.
Clara had admittedly already seen us nude, but we had never seen her in anything less than street clothes, and that only seldom. She is about five-seven, and probably weighs a slightly chubby one-fifty to one-sixty. She has brunette hair and it was clear that she stalled momentarily before getting nude, but only momentarily. She reached behind her back and undid her bra while we watched without leering. As she shucked her straps and then her bra from her shoulders and arms, we noticed very nicely shaped C or D cup breasts with little sagging, defined pink nipples and areola, slightly erect and riding somewhat high on her fleshy orbs. She hooked her fingers in her waistband and pulled her panties down, revealing that she was very much a natural brunette when her trimmed, but fluffy pubic bush came in view. Clara was not really chubby, she was truly what many would call big-boned. She simply had a good sized frame. We had always seen her in what we jokingly called trucker clothes, as she never seemed to wear anything feminine or fancy. She actually looked fairly attractive naked.
Well, although she had seen us naked before, Clara really got her first up-close and personal look at our nude bodies. At the time, I was sixty-one. I stand six feet tall, weighed about two-twenty then (and pretty much the same now). I have grey hair on my head, but have shaved my pubes for over twenty years, so she clearly saw my penis which is average size and circumcised.
Annie, also the same age, is five-ten, and weighs in at a thin one-forty, with short grey hair. Her breasts barely sag at all, even at her age (I know most women, even young ones, are jealous of her genes), and she has prominent, constantly erect nipples with fairly small, brown areolas. Like me, she shaves her pubes and her beautiful vulva is clearly visible with inner labia often showing at least a little and her clitoral hood almost always showed at the top of her labia.
So, there we stood. Three nudes, one being seen for the first time by others, the other two being seen knowingly for the first time by our neighbor. Each of us in turn did a slow turn so the others could see us front and back, then we smiled and chuckled briefly. The nudism lessons had begun.
Having towels, we each spread them on our chair or couch space and sat to talk. Clara was visibly far more nervous than we were, but for the first time I had the distinct impression that his was not something Clara took lightly. I think she had been giving this a great deal of thought and that she might be more prepared for success than we had given her credit.
In fact, I began to believe that this might turn out different than perhaps any of us might have predicted.
Annie once again took the initiative, asking "Clara, that was your first big step and seriously, always sitting on towels and smiling to show a positive attitude truly are major rules of success. But you need to be candid and pen with us so we can mentor you and we will do whatever it takes to let you see the bigger picture of nudism as quickly as we can. Before our next step, do you have any questions?"
Clara took on a quite demeanor for a bit and then asked "I notice you both shave your pubic areas totally. Is that something expected, optional, or what?"
Annie fielded the question and I immediately sensed her ice water dunking technique. "Well, Clara, it is very common, probably more than half of all nudists are bare, most of the rest are very very trimmed, only a very few have much hair at all. We started shaving because it is common among nudists, and it feels very neat and clean. However, we soon saw not only a higher degree of nudity visually by being more visible, but there is a huge improvement in the sensations for sex and oral sex, even fondling and massage." After a brief pause, "are you thinking you might be interested in trying it, Clara? The shaving, I mean."
Clara quickly responded, nodding "Yes, indeed. I have seen you guys when I watched and it just really made me desire the same. I'm afraid to do it myself, but, I guess I'll just learn how and do it."
I don't know why, but I decided to respond myself and shared "We actually sometimes do ourselves, and sometimes do each other. When we do each other it actually is often part of sex or sex play, but sometimes, it is just something we do for each other as a relaxing gift, maybe part of a massage." I realized after I said it that it might sound like a sexual invite, but I actually meant it as part of Annie's ice water approach.
But Annie saved the day by realizing the potential, adding "You don't need to shave or wax, but it is important to be able to talk frankly about it and understand that visibility, even of very intimate areas, is part of nudism."
"Why don't we all go float in the pool for awhile and enjoy one of the very best parts of nudism?" I suggested. With nodded agreements, we grabbed our towels and went out to the pool. While there, we talked about normal things clothed folks might discuss and also normal things for nudists. Clara asked about where we go for nudism away from the home and we told here about the Sandollar Resort we regularly visit down in the Rio Grande Valley - how we began going, what conditions we enjoy, and some of our experiences.
Annie and I enjoy floating semi-submerged with 'noodle' floaties under our arms Clara joined us for some time but part of the time, Clara was on a raft and we both took advantage of, and enjoyed, the times when we could clearly see between her legs and actually see more of her genitals that were hidden earlier while standing or sitting.
After about forty-five minutes in the pool, we all decided to get out, dry off and get into the cooler air of the house. Once dried, we hinted that we had committments and Clara agreed that she needed to get home herself. She began dressing and while recomposing her street-presence, Clara was open about wanting to continue her journey to nudism. "I'd like to come over tomorrow and visit about this more. Would you two be okay with me dropping by about 2:00 and you can share more?"
We looked at each other, and although we weren't hoping for this, neither of us offered a way to avoid it, so we agreed and after dressing, we saw her to the door, expecting to continue the next afternoon.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Pomegranates. Chapter 1
Pomegranates. The episode started with pomegranates. Pomegranates didn't cause the episode, they were just there when it began. And it was this episode that made me committed to opening a blog about the entire LAGNAP movement, small and private though it might be.
So, what about pomegranates? Well, I have always loved the fruit. I seldom have more than one a year and often go several years between enjoying this unique fruit. But I love them. In Texas, the fruit is found almost exclusively between November and February. But just every once in awhile, we will get a batch or two from some southern hemisphere source such as Chile.
It was late June and I was at our local grocery store chain, AGB, looking at the pomegranates and considering buying a couple. I was so absorbed in the consideration, that my normal situational awareness was far below standard and I was shocked when I heard a voice matter-of-factly utter "I've seen you naked a lot."
My neck nearly broke as I twisted to find the source of this rifle-shot like greeting. At first, I did not recognize the speaker out of context, but eventually I came to the knowledge that this was my neighbor on the side we never spoke or interacted with. I couldn't as quickly recall her name, but I am sure my eyes betrayed equal amount of recognition and fear simultaneously.
In any event, my fears were squelched when she quickly added, "It's OK, I'm not mad or threatening you, or anything. I'd like to talk for just a moment if you can?"
We went over to the area where AGB sells sodas and coffee and i bought us both a soda so we could sit in the little cafe area and chat. I was way beyond curious about what this was moving toward. I had started out afraid she was going to call me a pervert, freak, or sex fiend, but now I felt it was not that at all. My wife and I use our backyard, patio, and pool in the nude quite often, and this was the first time I had ever had evidence that we might have been observed.
By now, I had clearly remembered her name and I opened the chat "Clara, you surprised me, and at first even scared me. But now I am just super-curious. What's happening here?"
Clara Roberts, our neighbor on the sad side of our home, was one we almost never saw and never spoke with - not once in more than every three years or so. We didn't really know either of them, Clara or Karl, and we didn't know why we didn't know them. They seemed stand-offish to all the neighbors. Their house seemed hermetically sealed, so to speak. Their yard was a horror. The times he came out to weed-whack (they had no lawn to mow) every couple of months, he did so in a manner that made you think he was walking on the surface of Mars and eager to get back inside for his very survival. And here I was sitting at a small cafe table with Clara, sans Karl, because she had told me she had seen me naked.
Clara paused, and then shared "You do have a very private back yard, but there are a couple of places, where I can see certain areas of your yard, and I know that you and your wife are plainly nudists." She shifted in her seat. Nobody could hear or overhear us, but she shifted her voice nearer to a whisper ... "And I want you to teach me to be a nudist, also."
I now had to pause. I was not sure what my response would or should be, but soon I realized that I had multiple responses and just started placing them out there. "Well, I can't do anything without including my wife." Time for a breath. "There is nothing really to 'teach' about getting nude, you just get nude." Another. "I don't know how to start, or carry on with teaching someone to be a nudist." Yet another breath. "What about Karl, where does he fit in this?"
Clara seemed prepared for a flurry of questions and she very coolly and calmly responded "Look, we don't need to do all this here. Let me invite myself over to your house in an hour so you can prepare your wife and we can talk in privacy. But we WILL talk, OK? Remember, I have seen you guys naked, so it is not about your modesty, it is about me wanting to learn to be a nudist."
So, what about pomegranates? Well, I have always loved the fruit. I seldom have more than one a year and often go several years between enjoying this unique fruit. But I love them. In Texas, the fruit is found almost exclusively between November and February. But just every once in awhile, we will get a batch or two from some southern hemisphere source such as Chile.
It was late June and I was at our local grocery store chain, AGB, looking at the pomegranates and considering buying a couple. I was so absorbed in the consideration, that my normal situational awareness was far below standard and I was shocked when I heard a voice matter-of-factly utter "I've seen you naked a lot."
My neck nearly broke as I twisted to find the source of this rifle-shot like greeting. At first, I did not recognize the speaker out of context, but eventually I came to the knowledge that this was my neighbor on the side we never spoke or interacted with. I couldn't as quickly recall her name, but I am sure my eyes betrayed equal amount of recognition and fear simultaneously.
In any event, my fears were squelched when she quickly added, "It's OK, I'm not mad or threatening you, or anything. I'd like to talk for just a moment if you can?"
We went over to the area where AGB sells sodas and coffee and i bought us both a soda so we could sit in the little cafe area and chat. I was way beyond curious about what this was moving toward. I had started out afraid she was going to call me a pervert, freak, or sex fiend, but now I felt it was not that at all. My wife and I use our backyard, patio, and pool in the nude quite often, and this was the first time I had ever had evidence that we might have been observed.
By now, I had clearly remembered her name and I opened the chat "Clara, you surprised me, and at first even scared me. But now I am just super-curious. What's happening here?"
Clara Roberts, our neighbor on the sad side of our home, was one we almost never saw and never spoke with - not once in more than every three years or so. We didn't really know either of them, Clara or Karl, and we didn't know why we didn't know them. They seemed stand-offish to all the neighbors. Their house seemed hermetically sealed, so to speak. Their yard was a horror. The times he came out to weed-whack (they had no lawn to mow) every couple of months, he did so in a manner that made you think he was walking on the surface of Mars and eager to get back inside for his very survival. And here I was sitting at a small cafe table with Clara, sans Karl, because she had told me she had seen me naked.
Clara paused, and then shared "You do have a very private back yard, but there are a couple of places, where I can see certain areas of your yard, and I know that you and your wife are plainly nudists." She shifted in her seat. Nobody could hear or overhear us, but she shifted her voice nearer to a whisper ... "And I want you to teach me to be a nudist, also."
I now had to pause. I was not sure what my response would or should be, but soon I realized that I had multiple responses and just started placing them out there. "Well, I can't do anything without including my wife." Time for a breath. "There is nothing really to 'teach' about getting nude, you just get nude." Another. "I don't know how to start, or carry on with teaching someone to be a nudist." Yet another breath. "What about Karl, where does he fit in this?"
Clara seemed prepared for a flurry of questions and she very coolly and calmly responded "Look, we don't need to do all this here. Let me invite myself over to your house in an hour so you can prepare your wife and we can talk in privacy. But we WILL talk, OK? Remember, I have seen you guys naked, so it is not about your modesty, it is about me wanting to learn to be a nudist."
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