A hot shower with shampoo and soap washed off the pond residue and the remaining stickiness between my legs. I was feeling clean and warm and starting to feel sleepy again as I headed back to my room in nothing but skin and a towel wrapping my still damp hair. Unfortunately, before I made it, Pater (Man Of The House)’s door opened and he stepped into the hall. We stopped and looked at each other in awkwardness. “Good morning Pater (Man Of The House),” I ventured to break the silence. “Morning Jessie,” he returned. “Did you forget something?” he chuckled. “Nope,” I returned. “Pater (Man Of The House), you know where I grew up. You know I’m a nudist. Are you going to hold it against me or accept it?” I asked acknowledging the elephant in the room. “Jessie, it’s OK,” he returned. “I know what
