Chapter 81: Holiday Festivities

Winnie, her jaw set firmly, marched down the hallway, going so quickly that the others had to hurry to catch up with her and, as they passed Terence and Barbara in the hallway, Barbara shot a questioning look at Tamara.

“Later,” Tamara grinned back as she hurried after Winnie.

As Winnie burst out of the door onto the deck, sliding the screen door open with a slam, the others turned to look at the noisy interruption. And most of them did a double-take, really staring at her, open-mouthed.

Jay was the first to speak. “Holy shit, Winnie. What the hell were you concerned about? You’re ripped, gal. You must be on your school’s swim or track team, right? You must; you’ve got that kind of body and it shows it.”

Winnie blushed, pulling up short. She hadn’t thought past just getting her naked reveal over with.

“Um, no, Jay, it’s just me. I exercise to keep fit, is all.”

“No way ... getting that awesome muscle development like you have takes lots of dedication.” Jay insisted. “Tell me what you do to stay in such great shape.”

“Yeah, Winnie, I’d like to know too,” Peter said as he walked up to them. “You mentioned doing isometrics and using resistance bands; how did you use them?”

“Ah, that explains why her muscles are sleek like that and not bulky,” Jay commented, and then Terence came out of the house with Barbara.

Terence took one look at Winnie and whistled softly. “Day-umn, Winnie, Ah didn’t know y’all were an athlete too ... Y’all’s super ripped. Y’all ran past me in the hall inside so quick, all Ah saw was a blur,” he chuckled.

Winnie giggled, and blushing, began telling them about how she did her isometric and resistance exercises.

Tamara grabbed Barbara and steered her away, saying, “Winnie was awfully shy about stripping in the bedroom; that’s what took us so long in there. But look at her now; she’s glowing at the admiration she’s getting from the guys. She’s telling them about her exercise regimen and they’re just soaking it up.”

“Her body looks awesome,” Barbara agreed. “When we met, she told me that she’s never played sports. That body’s not from sports? She reminds me of some elite track stars I’ve seen photos of.”

“She just recently started playing volleyball. I’ve got to see if she wants to run with me,” Tamara said. “She told me that she used to run when she had the chance but couldn’t do it regularly while she was living in the group home. That’s when she ran at her middle school during P.E.—she told me her P.E. teacher let her run ‘cause the teacher could see that she needed the cardio more than muscle development or playing games with the other kids. She said that she ran around inside the athletic field fence or around the gym when it was cold. Hey, let me rescue her; the guys are starting to throw suggestions at her and she doesn’t look comfortable now.”

Tamara pulled Winnie away from the guys, saying, “You jocks are hogging this gal. She needs to talk to some of the others, okay?”

“Thanks for rescuing me, Tamara. The guys were telling me about the sports I should go out for and suggesting training regimens but I like the way I exercise now. But did you see how they were looking at me! And the emotions I felt coming from them were so positive! They weren’t making fun of me; they thought I look good!”

“I saw how they were looking, sweetie. Like me, they think you look gorgeous. Let’s hop in the pool and chat with the gals there. Hey, talk to Emma about Emma. The novel.”

Winnie giggled as she slid into the pool and gasped. “Oh, Tamara, this feels unbelievable! The water on my skin feels silky, like it’s caressing me.”

“I won’t say I told you so, but I told you that you’d like it, didn’t I?”

Winnie turned and shot her the stink-eye.

They swam over to where Emma, Sam, and Abi were floating on some noodles wrapped under their armpits.

Abi pointed to the pool side, “Grab a noodle and join us.”

Tamara got two and returned and she and Winnie copied how the others were using the toys.

“Emma, thanks for inviting us,” Winnie said. “I was kinda nervous at first but I’m okay now. The water feels wicked awesome; this is so rad.”

Emma smiled and nodded as Winnie continued, “Hey, I wanted to tell you this—I just finished reading Jane Austen’s Emma a few weeks ago and did a report on it and Tamara said that you did a book report on it in high school too.”

Emma chuckled. “Indeed I did. After reading the story, I so identified with Emma Woodhouse that I wrote how I had become like her. Remember how she organized her acquaintances to try to push them into what she considered to be suitable matches? How she tried so hard to be a proper matchmaker? I was the same way in high school, but not for that romantic rot. I organized people to try to make study groups so stronger pupils would help weaker ones. I do say that I was somewhat more adept at doing that than Emma was at making romantic matches.”

The others laughed at Emma’s description, and then Tamara told Winnie about how she had used Emma and Pride and Prejudice in her Clarke Scholar essay.

“Oh, I have a question, Emma, about those yellow boxes in your guest room...”

“Sam can tell you, it’s her story to tell, innit,” Emma laughed.

Sam described what the boxes were for and how she had gotten them, and the story kept Winnie giggling at Sam’s madcap explanation.

“You did all that and got away with it too?” she asked, incredulously, when Sam finally stopped.

Abi and Emma looked at each other, nodded to each other, and said together, “She did.”

“But I can’t believe that kids were forced to be naked like that back then. How did the kids stand to do it?” Winnie asked.

“That’s a long, long story, sweetie. Later, Peter and I can tell you more about that time, so hold off those questions, okay?” Tamara told her.

“Winnie, I’m curious about something from the time I lived in Alaska,” Emma said. “In my high school, there was a fairly large number of First Nation people. I recall specifically about a dozen Athabascan families and several Inupiaqs families too. I remember those First Nations’ names because after I left Fairbanks, I endowed a community foundation to give four scholarships for needy First Nation pupils to go to the University of Alaska. But whilst in high school, I saw that those children were taunted for their shabby clothing and also how their families experienced discrimination in the community, particularly in getting jobs. Did you face any discrimination whilst you were in school?”

“Emma, where I lived, everyone was kinda poor; we all scratched out a living. I think Papa was about the best off ‘cause he had a state job that he retired from. Most of the kids in my grade school came from the nearby hollers and no one had fancy clothes. I wasn’t picked on and I’m pretty sure that I was the only Native American in my grade. All of us kids had to work hard to help our families. The middle school was larger and there were townie kids in it, but I was in the system then and had other problems to worry about.”

“‘Hollers’?” Abi asked.

“Ah, I guess you don’t use that word here. Okay, if you go on back roads in West Virginia, you’ll pass by lots of hollers—they’re roads that go into all the steep, narrow valleys there and the houses are jammed between the road and mountainside. Those are the hollers, those narrow valleys, and most roads in them are usually dead-end.”

“You poor thing,” Abi started to say as she hugged Winnie.

“Oh, don’t feel bad for me,” Winnie said. “I had a good childhood. Yeah, I worked hard—all the kids did, but Papa was very loving and taught me lots. And there were two girls living down the lick from us, only a half-mile away, so I got to play with them when we weren’t working.”

“Is ‘lick’ another West Virginia term like ‘holler’?” Emma asked, smiling.

Winnie stopped to think. “Um ... it’s, well, just a word? Oh, maybe it’s another local word in West Virginia. When I rode here with Tamara, I couldn’t believe how flat the land is here. Flat everywhere. Back home ... oh, sorry; this is home now ... the mountains go up and down and the roads have to wind between them. The roads that go through the valleys follow the runs, um, streams. Little streams are called ‘licks,’ and the roads along them sometimes have ‘lick’ in their name. I lived on Beech Lick Road. So maybe a lick is where the holler opens up enough so you can have a little farm like we did.”

By now, everyone was in the pool and a few pool games were organized. The pool had a net stretched across it so a spirited water volleyball game began. Tamara’s and Barbara’s volleyball prowess was somewhat diminished in the water, which didn’t allow for quick moves or flashy plays. Jay’s and Terence’s heights and strengths were great equalizers. And Winnie, while her 5-foot 6-inch height wasn’t especially tall, she had very powerful legs and could leap surprisingly high. Her long arms helped her reach well above the net when she attacked the ball and her serves were so powerful that they were difficult to return. They played several games before people began tiring.

Emma had set the air temperature in the dome at a comfortable 78 degrees and the pool water was at 82 degrees, so when they got out of the pool, most people decided to remain nude and relax on the lounge chairs set under a few propane umbrella infra-red heaters set around the deck and talk.

Tamara pulled up a chair next to Winnie, who had stretched out on a lounge and was apparently working the muscles in her legs.

“Hey, looks like you’re doing just great, sweetie,” Tamara said. “Are those stretches you’re doing isometrics?”

“Huh ... oh ... oh yeah. After exercising, like the volleyball we just did, you need to stretch the muscles so they stay limber and don’t clamp down. It keeps the blood flowing and flushes the lactic acid out. Actually I do them several times during the day and it helps me keep my muscles strong.”

“I see that. Your body looks awesome and I think those girls who were ragging you were just totally jealous.”

“I guess. Tamara? I see the other girls here must ... um ... shave their pubic hair? Emma’s looks so neat; just a little triangle. The others are totally smooth but you and Barbara have a little patch right above...”

Tamara chuckled, “That’s called a ‘landing strip,’ actually. Yeah, you are a bit unkempt down there, but since your hair is mostly straight and silky, it doesn’t grow into a dense bush like mine would. See how curly my head hair is? Think of that growing down there.”

“Should I shave it, do you think?”

“I think it looks really cute like that—maybe trim it shorter. With your ab muscle definition and hip shape, that straight, jet black hair looks kinda sexy—it draws the eye there, and that’s a good thing. Even though nudists say that they don’t think about sexual attractiveness, don’t believe that for an instant. They do think about it and appreciate pretty bodies, both boys and girls do. But in my experience, their appreciation stops at just enjoying seeing a nice figure. Otherwise they’re creeps. And you’ll quickly be able to pick the creeps and pervs out.”

“Do you get creeps at the resort?” Winnie asked.

“One time Peter caught one and clobbered him when the perv tried to sucker-punch him. Last summer, they kicked one guy out who was making suggestive comments. And I was at a nude beach once and saw a few men—and a woman too—who wouldn’t stop staring. But they’re kinda rare, especially at the resort. If you go, there isn’t anything to be concerned about. And I’d wait on trimming or shaving off that pretty hair, sweetie. Maybe do a bikini trim on it. When you see the cousins, talk to them. Also, watch to see how the girls at school do their grooming.”

Winnie got up and stretched, then pointed to the refreshments table.

“Gonna get a water bottle, want one?” she asked.

“I’ll come with. I need to stretch my legs too. Winnie, I was thinking about getting back to running in the mornings again. I had stopped doing it when the fuss over the Nobels began and Janice told me I’d be safer not running. But now that the awards are old news, Janice told me that I could start running again. It’d be great to have someone to run with; Peter runs with me sometimes but he prefers getting his cardio in the pool. Would you like to start running with me?”

“Um, maybe. When would we do it?”

“I begin my runs at 6:15 and do three miles, sometimes more. I aim for 20 to 30 minutes and I take a winding route through campus. You start school at 8 am so you’d have time to shower and eat breakfast. Your trip to school is a half hour?”

“Yeah. A bit less. Sure, let’s try it. I need to leave for the bus stop at 7:20 to be sure I’m on time, like if the bus is slow. Say, when’d you talk to Janice? I miss seeing her.”

“Oh, just a few days ago. She’s reconnected with Cindy now and with Cindy’s dad. My dad too; she’s called him a few times to talk. And I’m gonna contract with her firm to staff my security department when our facility is built. I’m also hiring them to design the manufacturing facility security systems and Janice will be in charge of our account, so she’ll be around a lot more.”

They were standing at the table where some finger foods were set out and Winnie was making a plate with some veggies and dip for herself.

Winnie looked at Tamara. “Your facility will need security?”

“Oh sure. I saw what can happen when I was in Cambridge with Emma and those Russian thugs came visiting.”

“Yeah, you told me about what happened there, that’s right,” Winnie said.

With a twinkle in her eye, Tamara asked, “You’ve been nude for more than an hour now—how’s it feel?”

Winnie looked down at herself and blushed. “You know? I don’t feel any modesty now, so strange. The air feels good on my skin too. This must be what you meant, right?”

“Yep. I’m so glad you’re enjoying it, Winnie. Oh, I can definitely see how your JV volleyball play is helping your water volleyball play—even though most of the skills don’t translate. All of the water volleyball passing is just like setting is in land volleyball, right?

Winnie nodded, grinning. “Yeah. With the water level at mid-chest, bump-passing is impossible, so it’s all just setting.”

“I saw you make some really good plays. You surprised a lot of people here,” Tamara told her.

She caught Barbara’s eye and motioned her over.

“You saw how Winnie was in our games?” she asked.

“Totally. Winnie, you’re good. That’s quite a wicked serve you’ve got,” Barbara agreed.

“I mentioned to you earlier that Winnie’s on her school’s JV team. She played in about ten games during their season in the fall.”

“Sweet, Winnie, good job,” Barbara smiled at her. “Hey, maybe at next year’s Superbowl, she could come and play.”

“There’s a thought,” Tamara grinned.

Two weeks later: mid-January

Tamara returned a phone call from Sam.

“Hi there, Tamara. Some news about Winnie,” Sam told her when she answered.

“Hope it’s good,” Tamara replied.

“It’s good; first, there’s not much there, but the police no longer need to keep Winnie’s items from the kidnapper’s car. She probably will want to get that property back. And her grandfather’s will has been probated, so as the executors of his estate, my firm now has title to their real property and we can access his bank account. Not much there, only about five thousand. Our Charleston agent checked out the property. The house had been boarded up. He found out that the neighbors did that to keep vandals out. The folk who live around there watch out for their neighbors, apparently.”

“What’s the house’s condition?” Tamara asked.

“He didn’t go in, but from the outside, it looks reasonable. I’ll send you the neighbors’ contact info since Winnie might want to go to the house to see it and decide what she wants to do with it, and see if there’s anything she wants from there. The neighbors told our investigator that nobody’s touched any belongings in it. Oh, the taxes were in arrears so we cleared that with the county. Probate’s done, as I said, so now Winnie has access to her grandfather’s estate, such as it is.”

“How can Winnie get her stuff that the cops released?”

“It’s being held at the prosecuting attorney’s office in Franklin pending what we do. That’s the county seat and where the kidnapper’s car was taken. The prosecutor determined that her possessions had no real continuing evidence value except for her school ID card and they transferred that to the FBI. I could have one of our people get her stuff and send it on to her, or if you go to visit the house, you can pick it up yourself on the way.”

“Okay, thanks a bunch, Sam. I’ll talk to Winnie and see what she wants to do.”

At home later, Tamara told Winnie the news.

“So how do you want to handle this, sweetie?” she asked.

Winnie was both happy and sad at the same time, and answered, “Ooh, I’d love to see the house again, but it’ll be sad going there. And I’m really happy that I can get back my little poke too; I really miss the few things I was able to keep,”