Part 7: Sunday

When I woke up the next morning I found both myself and the bed pleasantly dry. Nevertheless, I wasn't taking any chances. I headed straight for the bathroom, then straight for the shower, then straight for the drain hole. Draining myself of excess semen took less than twenty seconds and after than, pissing was a breeze.

When I left the bathroom, I found Mom standing naked in the hallway. "Adam, there you are," she said. "We have crepes and blintzes in the kitchen. Get 'em before they disappear!"

Despite the events of the last week, I really would've preferred to put something on. My mom, however, my naked mom was standing between me and my room and seemed ready to give me a pat on the butt. In the other direction, nothing but the stairs separated me from the kitchen, the crepes, and the blintzes. I chose the stairs.

My dad was already in the kitchen, reading the newspaper and rapidly downing pastries. I took the last two crepes and one blintz, and Dad handed me the sports section. He was as naked as I, which is to say, totally.

"So how'd it go yesterday?" he asked after finishing the article he was reading.

"Oh, pretty well. We did some shooting over rough country, then at the beach where we were stranded, then at a fake campsite that was actually in a resort."

"Did they deliver that Jeep like they promised?"

"Yeah, it's great, all tricked out, runs perfectly. Vivian can just about make it tap dance."

"You never drove a Jeep, did you?"

"No, I'm learning. It's fun, though."

"I always wanted a dune buggy," said Dad, a faraway look in his eyes. "When am I going to meet this girlfriend of yours?"

"You mean Vivian? Like I told Mom, she's more of a project than a girlfriend."

"I see," remarked Dad, even though I suspected that he didn't.

"Are you going to help Ben clean up after his party?" Dad asked.

"I suppose I should," I replied.

Dad returned to his paper. I finished eating, then ran upstairs, put on my PDA, and told it to call Ben.

"Dude, what's up?" he answered within a few seconds.

"I wondered if you needed any help cleaning up."

"There's a lot left to do," Ben admitted. "If you want to come over, that'd be great."

"It doesn't look like anyone's getting dressed," I observed. The screen showed Ben naked from at least the waist up, and I could see both Dan and Teah naked in the background.

"OK, I'll be there in about twenty minutes," I told Ben, and then we disconnected.

Once again I would have preferred to put some clothes on. But I decided if everyone else was going to be naked, I'd probably look foolish. So instead I just grabbed a t-shirt and shorts, threw them in the back seat, and headed over to Ben's.

Actually, the place didn't look that bad. Most of the food packages, napkins, and paper towels were already raked. Ben was wearing one of his skirts, I mean kilts, and was sorting leftover clothes into separate piles for boys and girls. Dan and Teah were still naked, and they were folding up blankets and sleeping bags.

"You, too, eh?" Dan greeted me.

"Oh, you mean naked? Well, I called Ben a little while ago and saw you two in the background. I thought Ben was naked too, not just from the waist up."

"Well, Teah kind of talked me into this. She thought we shouldn't go cold turkey into The Program tomorrow. Kinda get used to it today, you know?"

"I take it the same argument didn't work for Ben," I remarked.

"Yeah, he's got a tough problem, there," Dan explained. "I guess one of the nanobot companies is trying to perfect that mod, but only one in a thousand guys are candidates. And even then it only works one percent of the time. So they keep trying it and studying it."

"Why would Ben agree to such a thing?"

"I guess when they found he was a candidate, they offered him a couple of new computers, some gift certificates, and a few thousand bucks to try it. And he figured what the hell, there was a 99% chance of nothing happening. Be careful, though; he's still touchy about the whole deal."

"Those four girls from Outer Midlands sure seem to like it."

"Yeah, I guess that's the consolation. So, Adam, are you just gonna stand around or are you actually gonna do some work?"

Of course, I did some work. First I netted all the junk out of the pool, then I helped bag up all the rakings. Dan and Teah finished folding up the blankets, then we all cleared the food tables, folded them, and put them away. The place actually looked pretty sharp; ready for another party, in fact.

A little past one o'clock I called my mom's number and got voicemail. That was a good sign, but even so I called the receptionist.

"Bogswamp Realty," she answered.

"Hi, this is Adam Jonson," I explained. "I'm looking for my mom, Cynthia."

"Oh, hi, Adam. Well you know, a few minutes ago a girl came in and asked for your mom, and the two of them went into Mr. Bogswamp's office. I believe they're still there."

"Was this girl naked?"

"Ah, you know, I think she was, now that you mention it."

"OK, I'll call back later," I told the receptionist, then we disconnected.

Ben, Dan, and I shook hands and made plans to meet outside the gym at ten after eight the next morning. Then, of course, I said goodbye to Teah and headed over to Bogswamp's. My mom was at her desk, looking through some paperwork.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Mr. Bogswamp's talking to Vivian now," Mom explained. "It seemed to be going pretty well while I was in there. Mr. Bogswamp showed Vivian a typical package of forms, and started explaining how a side tab shows each place the client has to sign."

"Well, Vivian can do that."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. Your girl Vivian started speed reading the forms, then started asking questions about the real estate business. They were good questions, too; even Mr. Bogswamp had trouble answering some of them. She also spotted two mathematical errors, and believe me, we've been using that software a long time. I never saw anyone do interest and depreciation in their head like that. And just like yesterday, her speech was very professional. Oh look, here they come."

Sure enough, Vivian and Mr. Bogswamp were walking together toward Mom's desk. Mr. Bogswamp was smiling from ear to ear, but Vivian looked like she'd seen a ghost.