Chapter 7

Four weeks later, Attorney To Stripper by Bonnie Ann Sylvester, John Marshall, Hannah Boak and Samantha Yoss. Hit the book stores, with a full cover, close up picture of Bonnie wearing her skin colored mask. The back cover was of her without the mask, in her costume. By the second week, it was on the best seller list. The club owner was begging her to extend her contract. In the last night of her show, she removed her mask on stage. The house went quite, for about 10 seconds, then the applause was deafening, applause no cat calls. She took her final bows, shook a few hands, then left the stage, hopefully for the last time. She came outside in street clothes, went to her truck, a crowd followed her, wishing her well and good wishes, that most of them had bought and read her book. You wouldn’t think, men that went to strip joints could be so civilized.

When she got back to Bandera. She opened her mail, a check for $150,000.00, from the publisher, was inside. Plus a list of talk show hosts inviting her to be a guest on their show. With the help of John she picked which ones; The View, Fox and Friends and Hannity. The talk shows went over big, especially the view, those women were so nice to her and mad at the law firm and Lt Governor. That show alone, accounted for doubling the book sells.

The same week, the law firm that was in the book filed an injunction against the book. Also a suit was filed against each of the four authors, for slander, because it was all lies. The Lt. Governor elect had no comment. Bonnie had filed for a new trial. We had gotten the accident report, including the scene investigator report. If the judge had read the reports there is no way, she would have been convicted. We held up the second printing of the book, so we could add the reports to it. Bonnie had not filed a suit yet, but was going to against the firm and the Lt Governor. She was going to petition the attorney Generals office to reinstate her Law license.

Bonnie went shopping for a bigger camper, a 5th wheel that her current truck could handle, even got a decent trade in price. We headed out for Georgia, Violet wanted to take the Bar and get licensed there. Bonnie was going to leave also. as soon as her camper was ready. We got a bigger bed, I got a carpenter to make two single beds, one on each side of our king size one, attached them all together. Problem when we went to leave, the bedroom slides would not come in because the new added beds ran into the vanity and the wardrobes on each side of it. Actually it was just the wardrobes that interfered, we could bring in one or the other of the slides, but not both. So we called the carpenter back and it was decided that the drawers at the bottom of the wardrobes needed removed. That would make room for the beds, but the carpenter said it was not something he could do. He had a friend who could do it. So he called his friend, to come over, he said sure he could make it look original, but he was too busy right now, he could start in 2 days. In the mean time, he told the original carpenter to remove the drawers and bring them to his house so he could shorten them in his work shop. He took a lot of measurements.

Four days later it looked original. Bonnie had left two days earlier, with her girls, it looked like they might stay as a family. Her new camper was nice, and big too.

We Left Bandera, at 1:00 in the afternoon, headed to Lawrenceville, Georgia, it was closer to Atlanta than Athens. I was driving first, the plan was 5 hour shifts unless someone got tired, with the fourth driver taking us into the campgrounds Called Kelly, told her, “tell your Mom to go to Lawrenceville and find a campground for us all.”

She said,”Mom had already reserved two lots close together at Bell Acres Resort just off I85 at 185 Bell Acres Road, Maysville 1 hour North of Atlanta, it’s a nudist resort.”

“Now that sounds interesting, why did she pick that type of camp?”

“People are more friendly to her at those type of places. They are very open and caring people, with nothing to hide, as they say. If you have never been to one of their places before, you’ll soon realize the warmth.”

My plan was to stop to eat and fuel up at Marshall, Texas, that’s 400 miles. That’s 5 ½ to 6 hours. I will drive that section, take an hour to eat and fuel up, next stop will be, Meridian, Mississippi about 350 miles, 5 ½ hours for fuel and driver change, Violet or Hannah will drive that section, then just outside of Atlanta, about 350 miles 5 ½ hours, Violet or Hannah to drive that section, that leaves roughly 110 miles, 1 ½ hours, to the resort, I’ll drive that. 17 to 18 hours total, ETA 7:00 AM.

While I was busy driving and doing that, Violet was requesting a temporary Law License in Georgia. They were asking the usual questions, what her address was and her phone number, she told them she was in route, then wanted to know where she was at that moment, and where she was coming from, she said somewhere in Mississippi, and Bandera, Texas, they asked where in Mississippi, she told them she didn’t know, that she wasn’t driving. The real kicker was when they asked who she was traveling with. Not that she wasn’t suspicious all ready. Her reply was that it was personal, and she would not answer. They told her, that since she wasn’t forthright in answering their questions it was denied. She said, “John, I think we are in for trouble.”

Just then Bonnie called, “Violet, we are in deep trouble, the State Police are calling all the campgrounds asking if I am there, they haven’t called here yet, but one of the camp grounds that they did call, called here and was wondering what was going on, and warned them, about the calls. Not knowing I was here. The resort manager came by and asked what it was all about, but then she saw my face and figured it out right away. Told me not to worry, if they had to, all the guests here would hide me.”

“Well Bonnie, We’re all in deep shit. They’re looking for us too. I called and applied for a temporary Law License and they got real nosy and I didn’t answer their questions, then they refused it. I’m trying to find away to be legal, so I can help, in the court room.”

“You don’t need to, I’ll be representing myself and you will be assisting me. I heard today that my appeal for a retrial was turned down I have a Lawyer friend, appealing it to a higher court, now she probably is going to have trouble. I sure did open a can of worms.”

“Two hours north of you is a place we can meet up, called Carolina Foothills Resort. It’s only 50 miles to the South Carolina border, from where you are now. Please go there and we will meet you.”

“Okay, we’ll do that as soon as it gets dark.”

“Good, we will meet you there.”

We are in Meridian, Mississippi, now time for fuel and driver change, we have traveled 760 miles in 10 ½ hours. Hannah’s turn to drive 400 miles, 5 ½ hours to Chattanooga, Tennessee. Bonnie had arrived 2 hours ago, so she is out in the clear.

I take over at Chattanooga, 5:00 in the morning. No fuel and no eating, on two lane roads 160 miles in three hours. We are getting about 8 ½ MPG on the Interstate highways, so 560 miles is easy. We pull into the campgrounds, at 7:30, Bonnie and the girls met us at the gate, no one was on duty so they let us in, they directed us to our lot, and helped hook us up. Bonnie had already taken care of everything, all I had to do was take off my clothing and check in at the office at 8:00. I was in the mood for sex. Violet and I were the only ones who knew we were coming to a Nudist type Resort. They were all sleeping in the new bed. Violet and I disrobed and decided to go for a walk. Not much going on, very few people about, but the ones that were, sure noticed Violet at 36 she still looked 25 and her breasts stuck out with very little sag and the cool air sure made her nipples stand out, I was already horny. No erection, but a bigger softy. Looking around we spotted a snack bar that served breakfast and lunch I decided to check in and then have breakfast, Violet was chilled and went back to the coach to get a rap and my wallet. I guess I’ll need to buy a fanny pack. Violet met me at the check in office. They gave us wrist bands for ID and to use at the store and snack bar. It cost me and Violet $500.00 to join the association, life time membership good anywhere in the US and Canada, plus $500.00 dollar deposit on our wrist bands. They already had our wrist bands made with our names on them, and a yellow stripe on them. The girls would have to come up and get theirs them selves, and designate what color stripe they wanted, what was their ages we were asked we told Hannah is 19, Samantha is 18 and Susan is 17. He asked is Susan allowed to have sex, I looked at Violet and she looked at me. I don’t understand about the stripes. He informed us that sex goes on whether the management likes or not, the only thing they can control is not in plain view, the wrist bands identify if you wanted to be approached or not. Since she is only 17, is it okay to approach her about it. Red is no, don’t even think about it, Yellow is it is okay to ask. More colors added to the band are; Orange, Heterosexual only, Green is Oral is okay, Green with white stripe means only oral no intercourse, Black means Bisexual, Yellow with white stripe is, Making out and petting okay but ask first. And last but not least condoms are required, we sell them in the store and machines in the bath houses and toilets. This is not a sex club, it is a naturalist community, you will find that most guests have a yellow stripe. Know if there are not any modifications to your bands, I say, welcome and enjoy your stay here. John asked, “is there a chart or something that tells all about the stripes?”

He answered, “in the rec house the bath houses and a few other places.” We said farewell and went to the snack bar. There we found, Bonnie, Kelly, Rose and our three, eating breakfast.

Sue says, “Dad did you know this was going to be a nudist place?”

“Yes, dear I did. I see you and Mom are yellow, what are we going to get?”

“I suggest; Green with white stripe, Yellow with white stripe and Orange, what do you think Hon? Cancel all you want.”

“I think you made a good choice. Is that okay with you girls?”

“Now you must keep in mind, that not only are you dealing with young adults, grown men and old men, too. Be careful about going into campers or cabins, the groups of two or more, is in force here too. So Bonnie am I to strict? Tell me what you think.”

“I think you are the greatest Dad in the whole wide world. Kelly, Rose show him your bands.”

They were just like what I ordered for my girls.

“Violet, Honey could we go try out the new bed now. Setting here with all you sexy women has had an effect on me. I am going to take a shower and await my bride.”

“Okay, I’ll just be a few minutes, I want to talk to Bonnie first.”

“Violet do I already know what this is about.”

“I sure hope so, you’re the one who brought it up, in the first place.”

“Yes, but now I’m embarrassed by it, do you think he will go for it?”

“Not the girls but you, yes, he really wants you.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“Not in so many words, but I see how he looks at you, he’s a horn dog, he wants every woman he sees with big tits, and if there are none around then he wants whatever is available. I now exactly who he is, and I approve”

“I have had so much rejection in my life, I couldn’t take any more.”

“I’ll text him and see.”

“She text me and asked if she could bring a friend?”

I told her as long as that friend was Bonnie. Please have her wear the skin colored mask, I am used to her scar, but not ready, for it, to be in bed with.

Violet, showed it to her and she smiled and said she wouldn’t do that to any man.

So while I was in the shower, Violet came in, and got the Harem girl outfits, took them to the lounge and they got ready. When they heard me come out of the bathroom Violet cued another Sylvia song and in they danced right away Violet was out classed, but she tried and did a good job, watching and learning. Soon they were in sync, what a sight to see, no bra or pantys in the harem girl outfits with the flowing silk tops with the over size arms and the same for the sheer pants. I sat on the bed, just staring at them in awe. Their breasts were exquisite, Violets being bigger and Bonnie sagged a little more, since she was taller they looked the same size. I wanted to touch them so bad and my penis was huge and hard, I couldn’t help but touch it. They bent over with their hands under their juggs and shook them at me, then raised part way up and shook them some more, taking their hands out from under and shook some more, turned around, spread their legs a little and showed me the pussies then wiggling their asses. Pulled off the tops and rubbed their nipples together then put a thigh in between each others, rubbed their pussies on each other, took off their pants and strutted around the room blowing me kisses and sticking their fingers in those dripping hot vaginas, then licking the fingers, put them back in and came over to me and put their fingers in my mouth one at a time, then collapsed on the bed beside me as the music stopped. Someone must have been watching, cause I know that was not the end of the song, they turned it off I looked over at the door. Samantha was holding her cell phone, recording I am sure. Violet and Bonnie both had a hold of my love muscle and taking turns sucking it in. I had grabbed their Juggs as soon as they laid down, I was tweaking their nipples sucking whom ever I could reach, then Bonnie mounted me and boy was she hot, wet and tight, boy was she tight and knew just how to work it, she came in a hurry, quivering all over, moaning and laughing at the same time, slobber running out of her mouth, then the quivering started again, I couldn’t take all the quivering, shot my wad right then. “Oh! Shit.” She said “I shouldn’t have done that, I cheated Vi.”