Chapter 82: Planning for the Future

Anne Arundel County, Maryland: one year later: June

It had been a year since Tamara graduated with her doctorate, and it had been a busy one. On the industrial front, she had selected her headquarters site where the manufacturing facility would be constructed. It was located west of Annapolis, fairly close to the resort, and had good connections to rail and highway services. There would be several buildings; one for offices; one for a research and development lab; and the plant facility itself. The engineering firm had completed the design and the construction would take about two years before occupancy.

Tamara now had a small staff of engineers and technicians working in a rented nearby warehouse she had converted into a small manufacturing facility. It was here where she planned to start fabricating small turbines, using a design which her engineers were developing for the Haiti facility to build when that facility came on line. When the sub-components needed for these turbines had been manufactured in Maryland, they would be shipped to Haiti where the final turbines would be manufactured for installation in Haiti. When the full factory capacity in Haiti had been reached, turbines would be manufactured to the specifications of Central and South American users and shipped from Haiti. Since Haiti was frequently hit by powerful hurricanes, Tamara’s engineers were developing a “hardened” turbine facility to be installed in Haiti and on the other Caribbean islands; they were developing an installation design that would make the power generation facility as hurricane-resistant as possible.

During the late spring, Peter completed setting up a small engineering lab in the warehouse facility, and by June, he and Tom Emerson and two technicians had begun working with the contractile strands that Tamara and Dr Li Seang had developed. And the issue about the names of the two Toms was kind-of solved: when it was necessary to uniquely identify them, Tom Armstrong was called Tom-A and Tom Emerson, Tom-E, which soon became “Tomas” and “Tommy.”

Tamara had set up two separate corporations in addition to her charitable foundation. One of them would function as a holding company and would handle the royalties and licensing agreements from Tamara’s inventions, plus the contracts with the Defense Department, such as the versions of the maser she had developed. Other inventions they would license included the levitating coil to be used in transportation vehicles, such as in trains; plus her other devices like MRI coils, her chemical synthesis chamber, and the G-force bearings. It would also handle any pharmaceutical applications that her research would discover.

Her other company, AlWin Systems Corporation, was the research, development, and manufacturing arm for the electricity-generating G-force turbines, secure communications, and wireless power transmission, the latter joint with EEC Energy Systems. And she had added robotics and prosthetic aids, including the synthetic muscle fibers and miniature controls for robotics.

Winnie had completed her sophomore high-school year. Last year, as a freshman, she had competed with the high-school JV volleyball team where her usual position was outside hitter, a result of her speed, power, and quick reflexes. Last August she had spent the final three weeks at the nudist resort with the Winsberg clan and was now an enthusiastic and confirmed naturist. She had done very well in the resort’s volleyball clinics, but since her high school classes began before the Volleyball Superbowl, she didn’t attend the event, but neither did Barbara nor Tamara. In her sophomore year, Winnie had been promoted to the varsity team to replace its senior outside hitter, who had graduated.

Tamara had been working with Winnie over the past year and now Winnie had many of the same abilities in inducing emotion responses in others. She already possessed many of the basic abilities: for example, she already could “hide in plain sight” and also tell when people were not being truthful. And she and Tamara had learned from the investigation of the illegal group home that while Winnie was living there, her ability to affect people’s emotions had unknowingly had a major impact on the operator’s ability to sell the orphans placed with her. That knowledge had come about six months earlier.

Six months earlier

Tamara and Winnie learned from both Mason and Sam some things about what the investigators had gleaned from the group-home records. One very interesting fact was that before Winnie had arrived at the facility, most prior visits by a “client” had resulted in a girl being selected and leaving the home; this had happened at about a frequency of once per month. But while Winnie was living there, over a two-year period, only six girls had been selected, plus herself. When Tamara had learned this, she wondered whether Winnie had somehow influenced the selections.

“Now that I see that pattern,” Winnie told her, “Maybe I did. When we had to appear for the ‘inspections’...” she made finger quotes, “ ... I was sensing that those people were bad and in my mind, I was telling them to go away. But a few of those people, usually the couples, didn’t have the really bad evil feeling that the others did. Those people did take a girl. But the one who took me—I guess I never had a chance to affect him ‘cause he picked me from a photo. Did Sam tell you if they found any of the girls?”

“Actually I was coming to that,” Tamara told her. “The six girls from while you were there—five were taken by couples and one by a single woman—have been located. They were made to serve essentially as domestic slaves for those couples and that woman; those people were all somewhat well-to-do. Before you came, though, the other girls from that home who had been bought just disappeared, and the investigators believe they were trafficked out of the area because there’s no trace of the people who bought them.”

“Does that judge or the caseworkers know who set that up?” Winnie asked.

“They won’t say a single word, apparently, even when told that they could get a life sentence for kidnapping a minor. Even as an accessory to the crime, it’s still a life sentence. Maybe they’ll eventually talk before their trials.”

Winnie thought for a bit. “When you were telling me about the Naked in School Program and how its national office was taken over by a sex ring, I’m wondering if these people were somehow part of that and didn’t get caught...” she mused.

“Winnie, that’s a really good thought!” Tamara exclaimed. “I’ll mention that to Sam and she can let the investigators look at that possibility.”

Present time

Sam was on the phone with Winnie. “Winnie, your idea hit pay dirt about the criminals who were involved with the Naked in School scandal,” Sam told her. “The investigators had run out of leads and your idea gave them a new direction to check. They found that there were a small number of people who had entered the U.S. legally who were thought to possibly be connected to that cartel, but no evidence against them could be developed. Then those people disappeared and had kept under the radar pretty well. But because of that scandal, the FBI began looking for the whereabouts of all foreign visitors from Europe and your suggestion got them to look closely at those who had traveled to West Virginia and the general vicinity of western Virginia. That’s when they hit pay-dirt and got a break. About nine suspects are in custody now who have some kind of link to that group home. Also, several of the girls who were rescued from their domestic slavery situations have ID’d three of them as having visited the group home while they were living there. So good job, my dear; that was an awesome tip.”

“So they didn’t find any girls from before I came to that home?” Winnie asked.

“That’s what I heard,” Sam replied.

“So how about this? Did anyone think to show a picture of the lug who kidnapped me to the girls that they did find?”

“Oi, Winnie. Not that I heard, but again, that’s a great idea; possibly will give more leads. I’ll check. Gotta run, but I’ll see you guys at Emma’s this weekend.”

Tamara had been listening. “So you’re quite the detective, right?” she chuckled. “I agree with Sam. That was great thinking. Listen, we need to meet Peter at the dojo in 30 minutes. You ready?”

“Yep. Let’s go, then.”

About a year ago, Peter had convinced Tamara and Winnie to start judo lessons and Winnie had taken to it like it was second nature. Her promotion test for nikyū, the second-level kyū brown belt, was scheduled in two weeks; she had just one more level to pass before reaching black. Tamara was still working toward her blue belt but her sparring technique was driving her senpai crazy—in sparring, her lightning-quick reflexes and her ability to sense how her opponent would move allowed her to disengage quickly and thwart the attack. Her unconventional approach to break a full grapple and turn the attempt into a pulling match was not going to let her advance any further. She had to engage more, basically.

As Tamara told her senpai, “I’m just keeping you from throwing me is all.”

“But what you do is a shido! Avoiding attempting a waza. Four shido in a row is a hansoku-make, a defeat. You must try for some kind of waza instead of dragging me all around the mat.”

Later, Peter told her what he had seen.

“Sweetie, you’re so effin’ quick, when you spar, you can duck in under his guard, grab his left shoulder and right elbow, take a big step with your left leg to his right side, foot parallel with his, and lift his elbow as you move in. Then bring your right leg forward while pulling him hard against your hip using your grip on his shoulder, drag his right elbow down to unbalance him, and quickly hook his right leg with yours and pull it back hard. Bend down at your waist, keeping your right leg straight behind you while holding him firmly against your hip. He’ll go right down, won’t have a chance. That’s called osoto gari and it’s a basic foot technique. Here, let’s get into a grapple position and I’ll show you. Try that with me.”

Tamara tried it and sure enough, it worked.

“Peter, you teach me better than Roy can, you know,” Tamara grumped.

“He’s teaching you the katas and techniques in the required order so you can learn them for being promoted. Judo is very formal and structured. Being a scientist, you should appreciate that.”

“You’re right. Okay. Next time I’ll engage him better. But I still hate being thrown down.”

“How far have you gone in the techniques?” Peter asked. “Has he covered all eight for your next level?”

“Um, yes ... but I can only do maybe five of them reliably.”

“Sweetie, you’re actually making better progress than I did when I started. You started just a year ago. It took me two years to get to where you are.”

“After I saw what Amelia could do, that motivated me to learn,” Tamara said. “She told me that time in Cambridge wasn’t the only time she put down a jerk who attacked her.”

“No kidding?” Peter said. “Another time too?”

“Yep. The following spring, after school. She was at a pizza place waiting for Jeremy to get there and a guy tried grabbing her. She told me she didn’t damage that one permanently, though, like she did to that fake guard. She did a hip throw and that just got him knocked out.”

“She’s quite a fireball.” Peter agreed.

They got dressed and waited until Winnie was finished; then left for home.

That weekend, Emma had invited Kevin’s group, including Cindy, Tom (Tommy), Lynette, and her Tom (Tomas) to her home; Emma’s sisters-in-law and their guys were coming too. Tamara had arranged the day and she would be coming with Winnie, Barbara and the men. This was to be a special occasion—Tomas’ introduction to social nudism.

Several weeks earlier, Denise had called Tamara and suddenly became very hesitant to speak for some reason—this was completely unlike her. Then Amelia got on the line.

“Denise doesn’t like to talk about other people’s personal stuff and this is kinda personal, but I can do it, no problem, since we have permission,” Amelia laughed. “This is about Tomas; he wants to join in with everyone in all of our social activities, including the nudism ones, but he’s had a major problem with nudity since he was a youngster. And Tom’s experience with that Naked in School rot was kinda like Peter’s own Program experiences with it in some ways; they both had terrible ones. Tom told me that he was deliberately chosen to participate, like Peter was picked too. But Tom had medical warnings in his school file about his panicking when being exposed to nudity. So when he got picked anyway and the teachers tried to strip him, he virtually destroyed the school’s office trying to escape them—you know how huge he is. He laughs about it now and calls himself ‘The Hulk.’ [Naked in School - Tom’s Troubles]

“As well it turned out that he also panicked from just seeing others naked. And...”

“Whoa! Hold up there!” Tamara interrupted. “You’re going way too fast. You said maybe five or six sentences about Tom and now I have eight questions. And you haven’t even got to the reason you guys called!”

“I do rush into things, don’t I?” Amelia laughed. “Okay. When Tom was little, some big kids stripped him starkers and threw him into a pool where he almost drowned—he was hospitalized for a week. Apparently he got PTSD from that experience but it didn’t show up until a year or so later. He wouldn’t even take off his shirt at the pool or beach, no matter how hot it was. And nobody connected his excessive modesty to that drowning incident because, as Tom told me, he was able to go into swimming pools afterwards, even though he did refuse to learn to swim. The shrinks Tom saw to treat that modesty didn’t know that in Tom’s subconscious memories, nudity had become equated with death, or at least with drowning. And his simply seeing naked people had become a trigger too; it was a subconscious reminder of his near-death experience and he panicked every time he saw nudity. Does that answer one question?”

Tamara laughed. “Three, actually. So go on.”

“Hey, I’m on a roll. Now we come to his getting picked in the Program to strip off. Seeing the naked kids in school in the first week he was in school was turning him into a wreck, so his parents took him to a shrink who gave him some anxiety drugs. Well, turns out that a side effect of one of those drugs can be psychosis and that happened to him; he began getting dreadful visions and hallucinations when he saw those naked Program kids in his classes. Meanwhile, his getting picked wasn’t random; the head teacher had been told about how Tom reacted from just seeing nudity and he decided that Tom needed to be put in the Program to cure him of his fright over seeing naked kids.

“So the head put Tom in the Program the following Monday and Tom was called to the school office alone, after the other kids for the week had been called. The head thought that would help Tom, thinking that they’d ease him into stripping off because he could get starkers without the other kids around. There were two teachers in the office to make sure that Tom got stripped; that was done in some schools apparently. When the head sprung the news on him, that he was being put in the Program, and told him that he had to strip off, Tom froze in panic. So the teachers went to strip him and that’s when Tom lost the plot.

“Tom told me that he felt like he was fighting for his life against a deathly shadow that was coming for him and, while he was trying to escape from the two teachers, he trashed the head’s office. He told me that he threw chairs at them and pulled down a bookcase whilst trying to get out of that office. When he got out into the main office, he got trapped between a security guard coming in and the two teachers coming at him from the head’s office, so he couldn’t get to the main door. In his panic, he began throwing stuff at them—chairs, desks, file cabinets, computers, whatever he could pick up or push over, to try to bull his way out of there. He wound up throwing a chair through a window to climb out. He completely destroyed that office. How am I doing now?”

“All caught up, my dear. This is totally fascinating ... did they expel him or punish him in some other way?”

“No—his folks had a solicitor meet with the head teacher and the school solicitor. His solicitor was great—he nailed the school officials to the wall, especially since the head had ignored Tom’s medical records which the school had on file. Doing what they did by selecting Tom, they ignored the medical warnings in his file, so the school and the staff were open to both a negligence lawsuit and as well, assault and battery charges ‘cause it’s illegal in England to force-strip anyone. Despite that barmy Program law there. So Tom wasn’t punished and got exempted from being in the Program. But all of this info about Tom’s past is just background to the reason we called you. Tom’s almost fully recovered from his PTSD—when he learned why he reacted to nudity like he did, because of the near drowning, that allowed him to get some professional therapy directed at his PTSD. He’s almost normal now—still a bit shy about nudity, but that’s a normal reaction.

“Several times now Tom has hinted to us that he’d like to be more of a part of our social lives here and he’s mentioned our nudism. So, a couple days ago, Denise and I asked Tom directly if he really meant it and if he and Lynette really wanted to try out social nudism and he said that he did. So we’re gonna do it here at Denise’s place with the six of us, plus maybe Cindy and Tommy, but we thought that wouldn’t be much of an experience for him. Tomas needs to be with others he doesn’t know as well as us but who are quote, ‘safe people.’ That’s in quotes. That’s where you guys come in. We wanted to know if you guys would agree to come here and be with us for Tom’s unveiling.”

Denise broke in. “See, I knew that Amelia could do a much better job of explaining about Tom, right, Tamara?”

“Yep, she did good. I’m actually thinking that it seems to me that Amelia knows far more about Tom’s situation than a simple conversation with him about his experiences would explain,” Tamara said.