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He raised his arms, spreading them wide. "Welcome back, Kittens. Get your tents set up and let's meet on the lawn for a game of miniten, okay?"
They shrieked.
All those beautiful, naked women split off in smaller groups and started gathering stuff from inside their big, neon-pink motor home.
"Wanna help me set up the miniten net?" Ollie asked me.
"Sure."
He kept a hand on the small of my back while he headed into the guest house to retrieve the net and the other equipment that went with it, like the thugs and the tennis balls. Ollie carried the rolled-up net while I lugged a bag full of thugs and balls, though he tried to convince me to carry just the balls and leave the thugs for him to get later.
"That's sweet," I said, "but I can handle it. They're not that heavy."
When I lifted the big canvas bag and hooked its straps over my shoulder, Ollie's brows rose.
"You're no wimpy girlie-girl, are you?" he said, smiling. "My Mara's a tough chick in disguise."
I loved it when he called me "his Mara." It gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling in my tummy.
After we set up the net, I lounged on a chaise at the periphery of the lawn. Ollie gathered the guests who wanted to play miniten and split them into two teams---the Kittens and the Silver Foxes, which meant the older guests. Val opted out, despite the Kittens begging him to play for their side, saying he and Eve needed to rest and recover from jet lag. They'd only just gotten back from Brazil.
As the two of them retreated into their house, Ollie leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Eve and Val have a different idea about what resting means. I hope your mom won't freak out if she hears them having a good time in their room. It's right across the hall from where I put them."
"It might be good for Mom to be exposed to inappropriate behavior."
He chuckled. "You're the best, Mara."
With Eve and Val home again, Ollie and I had to take rooms in the guest house. Val had moved my stuff there while Ollie and I got the miniten court ready, so I didn't need to do a thing except watch my hot boyfriend referee the game. Ollie had kept his clothes on, partly for my sake, I was sure. But I also suspected he did it so my mom wouldn't go ballistic.
My parents emerged from the main house not long after the miniten game started and took seats on the chaises next to mine. Mom sat right beside me, with Dad on the other side of her.
And Mom tried really, really hard not to look at the naked people knocking tennis balls around with wedge-shaped boxes on their hands.
I still had a little trouble with nudism. Whenever these people played sports, parts of them flapped that I didn't really need to see flapping. Sometimes they wore jockstraps or sports bras. Other times, they didn't. Ollie had told me, and my experience over the past few days had confirmed it, that naturists liked miniten because it was less strenuous than tennis and therefore didn't, um, flap their flappable parts as much.
The Kittens didn't seem to have gotten that memo. They played miniten with a vengeance, like they were competing for the Olympic gold medal in naturist sports. All but one of them had put on a sports bra. All but Heidi Mackenzie.
Her boobs bounced like crazy every time she leaped up to slam her thug into the ball. Good thing she had modest-size breasts instead of big jugs. I couldn't imagine how painful it would be to play so roughly with a huge set of tits.
My mom sat sideways on her chaise, hands on her lap, studiously avoiding glancing at the nudists frolicking off to her right.
"Dear lord, Mara," she said. "How can you stand to be around these...people?"
"You mean how can I stand being around super nice, friendly people who make me feel like I belong here? Who don't treat me like a screw-up who can't do anything right?"
"It's not proper, running around with no clothing on, where anyone can see you."
"Not anyone." I folded my arms over my chest. "This is a private resort in a secluded section of the woods. The only people who can see the nudists are the other nudists."
She rolled her gaze up to the sky. "What about satellites? Your father showed me Google Earth once. Did you know you can see into people's backyards with that website or software or whatever it is? It was horrifying."
"Oh come on, Sher," Dad said from where he reclined on his chaise, his baseball cap over his eyes. "You once sunbathed in the nude. And I remember that time at the lake when you suggested we skinny dip."
My eyes flew so wide the air dried them up. "Mom! You skinny dipped? And sunbathed naked?"
She threw Dad a chastising look. "Peter, you promised never to tell anyone."
He sighed and sat up, plopping the cap onto his head. "Mara's not anyone. She's our daughter, and I think it's about time she learned the truth about her mother."
