Welcome

I have been intrigued with how society handles the freedoms and opportunities it has and how various rights and responsibilities can sometimes conflict with others’ rights and responsibilities.


I came up with the idea of a place like Conway Corners and the choices it is facing, perhaps because I have also spent more of my life naked than most women my age. The situation that Conway Corners is in seems bizarre, yet it is not so implausible as to seem totally impossible.


The state's Supreme Court has just given everybody a new right, one few had asked for or ever expected to be granted, the right to go about undressed, and now society is transitioning to becoming clothing optional. This story examines how people adjust to that right, how it might be used and abused, and how people who have been seeking other rights or who would prefer to reduce existing freedoms adjust to the changes. It also looks at the ways that families and people interact with each other.


The story does involve a fair amount of nudity, but if you are looking for pornography you are in the wrong place. (However, with a little searching, you can probably find a porn site if you try hard enough [or even if you don't]). There are no lingering descriptions of the naked bodies or body parts and the specifics of any undressing are not lingered on. The most explicit reference to a sexual activity (in the initial story, at least) is one in which a couple wakes up in bed and a used condom is thrown into a waste basket.


The large, initial story (Conway Corners approaches N-Day) covers a lot of ground and introduces many people and situations. It is intended to provide a “universe” in which other stories, short or long, can be added. Reader suggestions or input for more stories will be accepted and I have established a moderated Google Group (Conway Corners -- discussions of choices and consequences) for this. Feedback is welcomed.


The chapters are posted in reverse format. I guess blogs work that way. However, links to individual chapters are on the left and you may find them helpful in navigating the story.


Enjoy this story and maybe let it make you think.


Leelee

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Saturday, September 6, 2008

7. Lindsey and Karen

Lindsey Appleton arrived at Yankee Joe’s Water Park shortly after noon. She was early for her life-guarding shift, earlier than usual actually, but had finished her errands quicker than expected so had come on to work. She had worked here for two years. The water park, open year around, had provided her work while she attended J.G. Cherry. She enjoyed working there, finding the work not too difficult and her coworkers pleasant enough to be around. She usually supervised the children’s pool and she got in all the swimming and sunning she could want. She considered Karen Cahill a good boss, even though she sometimes wondered if her boss was more interested in her than a straight boss would have been.

She chatted a bit with Crystal White who was working the cashier booth until some customers came up to the booth, then she went on to the female staff changing area.

Nobody was there, so she slowly removed her street clothes, grabbed a towel, and went to the shower. As she was leaving the shower, she noticed that Karen had entered the room. She said hello and proceeded to her locker. She reached for her park-issued uniform, a high-cut, one-piece bright yellow swimsuit with light blue trim, and a matching cap. Dropping the towel she noticed again that the uniform swimsuit had left her with clear tan lines, her abdomen being much lighter than her legs and arms. She had often wondered whether she should try tanning on her own time in a skimpier suit to allow her middle to become darker, but had never seen much point to it, since she felt that she spent enough time in the sun the way it was and she seldom wore midriff-revealing clothing.

As she was pulling the swimsuit on, Karen came over to her.

“I don’t know if we will be doing this or not. It’s a little too early to tell, but would you be available to work late evenings some, like until midnight or so,” the manager asked.

“I suppose I could. What’s up?”

“Well, we’re working on how to adapt to the changes coming statewide Thursday. We think we’ll be having late night swims for adults who want to skinnydip. The lawyers are still working on the details, but we figure that we will have a few hours in the late evening for that purpose.”

Lindsey had wondered what changes might be coming to the water park because of the recent court ruling, but had not spent a lot of time dwelling on the subject. She figured that the park would probably make clients wear their suits, and even if they didn’t, well she was a big girl and had seen it all before.

“Just adults? This has always been a family place.”

“Well, we need to adapt to new rules,” her boss answered, “and this may be what we have to do to allow the adult nude swims. I would just as soon have it all ages and the lawyers are looking at it. They are concerned that there may be some problem with minors being coerced into nudity. I certainly understand that, but I’m concerned with what might happen if people misconstrue what ‘adults only’ means. We think there is a market out there for people interested in social nudity. We really don’t want to make it a sexual thing, to have swingers here. That’s not the market we are looking for and it would be illegal to pander or provide anyway.

‘Well, I guess I can work that late, at least most nights, if we do the schedule right. I’ve seen naked people before. That shouldn’t be a problem. But I would hope that you have signage or something to remind the customers what the rules are. I suspect that most of the staff, especially us girls, would appreciate that. Some guy who wants to hit on me because he’s naked and thinks that gives him permission might bother me a bit, but he might be a real problem for some of the others here. After all, I’m up above. I have a whistle and a horn. Some of the others like Crystal or Georgia are more vulnerable. After all, they’re down there on the same level and they don’t have my horn.”

“Right. I will make sure that we get some kind of added security, maybe a bouncer or even an off-duty cop for the CO hours. We won’t put up with anything funny. Also, we’re going to keep staff dressed. The only one who will go naked might be me and I’m only going to do it when I want to.”

“You’re going to run around naked? Why would you want to do that? Not that you wouldn’t look good, I mean, but why you?”

“Well, some people can do it and others cannot. I can. I’ve had some exposure, if that’s the word, to social nudity and I think that it would be good to have somebody working here who is naked and think I can handle it. I think it would be more welcoming.”

She reached into a locker and pulled out two strips of fabric, bright yellow with a light blue trim, the same colors as employee uniforms.

“See these?” she asked. “I’m going to sew these up and they will be my uniform. One on my left arm. One on my left thigh.”

“Well, I’m sure you would look good and stunning in them. But if you’re doing the naked thing, aren’t you going to expect us to do it too.”

“No, I won’t. I’m not even comfortable with any of you who work here, female or male, doing that even if you want to. I do think it would make clients feel more welcome, but I think it would be an untenable position from a management point of view.

“How’s that?”

“If people think that being nude is a job requirement, they won’t want to work here. And if they somehow see it as a help for promotion, there would be dissention among the employees. And most of you are young. You may be legally old enough to make the choice yourself, but not old enough that you can really be sure that you might not regret it later, especially if your picture gets around and it will.”

“Yeah, I know how that can happen. An old boyfriend of mine has put naked pix of me on the internet and I wasn’t even naked. We never took things that far, but he found some pictures. What he found weren’t nude pictures, so he had to make them nude. I don’t think he is that talented with the software, but his bitch sister is and she never did like me.”

She reached into her purse and pulled out a small note pad and scribbled something down. She tore off the slip and handed it to Karen. “There, that’s the URL, at least one URL that he has put them up on. I talked to an attorney but she didn’t think there was much we could do so the whole world can think they have seen me nude. It really isn’t a bad job of photo editing, except my boobs aren’t that big and I don’t have that tattoo. But I can’t prove that I don’t have that tattoo unless I show more of me than I would be comfortable showing.”

“He must have been a real bastard.”

“Still is.”

“Isn’t there anything much you can do about him? After all, that’s pretty shitty.”

“We’ll, I’m working on something. But it’s too early to talk about it."

“Well, good luck. I’ll be going. And it’s almost time for you to get to work.”

Lindsey looked at the clock on the wall and acknowledged that she would need to be moving and thanked Karen for giving her an update on what was going on. At one o’clock she ascended the steps to the lifeguard station wearing her swimsuit uniform, the matching cap, and carrying a whistle on a lanyard and began to watch the children romping in the water.

Shortly after 2:30 Karen came by and shouted up to her, “I looked that up. You really do look good. But you can tell that they’re fakes. Good fakes, but fakes.”

Lindsey glanced down quickly, smiled at her boss, and turned her head back to her job.

6. Donald and Gordon

Donald Mays was sitting in his office at Mays Machinery. He enjoyed the Saturday solitude the office provided. There had been a lot of overtime work for the employees in the shop in the next building lately, but this Saturday was not one of them and outside of a guard and a watchman [actually a watchwoman] there was nobody else there.

He was wearing a pair of loose denim cutoffs and a golf shirt. He had slipped his sandals off and was puffing his pipe and leaning back in his chair reading a report on inventory management by his young, new plant manager with some recent inventory reports stretched across his lap for cross-referencing when his cell phone sounded.

It was John Kennedy, his uncle by marriage with whom he had shared indictment in the previous decade, calling from his retirement home in Italy. John and his wife, Sarah, were generally included in memos and emails but they no longer paid a lot of attention to the details of the Family businesses.

“You and Connor still thinking that you can pull this thing off and make the public want clothes freedom?” he asked.

Donald chuckled to himself at the omission of Edna’s name.

“We sure hope so. It looks like it will go one of two ways and this would sure be the better choice.”

“That’s the way I’ve been reading it too. My Don and Brenda both seem to agree, but Brenda wonders about Simon. I know you’ve probably got the votes and proxies to quash him on almost anything these days, but we hope he can be brought into agreement. Do you think Sarah should call him?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,” Donald noted. “Simon’s keeping his opinion to himself, so fat, it seems, but nobody wants to hurt him, even if we don’t agree.”

“Yeah, even I don’t want to hurt him even though I know he detests me.”

“Well, he seems to tolerate me these days and we got into that together and we’re the ones who paid.”

‘But you’re blood.”

“I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s because I’m here and he thinks you are hiding in shame. You know he has always said that people who hide usually have a reason.”

‘Yeah, I know. But I was retirement age already when that all came down and I sure didn’t feel like starting again. He knows that and you do too. And Sarah likes it here so much. I promised her thirty years ago that we would retire here. But you know all that.”

“Well, Aunt Sarah might want to call him. Like I said, it couldn’t hurt. And tell her that whatever happens we won’t be hard on Simon. And he has been invited for tomorrow night. I don’t imagine that he’ll come, but he is invited.”

They talked a bit more about Italian summer and old times and hung up. About a minute later, his cell phone rang again.

It was Gordon. “I’ve got the preliminary general report here – fresh. Bill just gave it his imprimatur. The more specific stuff for specific clients who have hired us is still being fixed up a bit. It is pretty much as we figured it would be. Do you want me to email it or fax it to you?”

“Just email it, I guess. I’m here at the office and can print it out if I need to. Who else is seeing this?”

“Well, I’ll send copies to others in the Family. I think Edna wants to see it right away, and I guess Connor wants the quick peek, too. But this is the one that you and Edna wanted us to prepare for the general use of the community and I guess we’ll send it out to just about anybody with all the proper disclaimers pretty quick, unless you or she disagrees.”

“If Bill has signed off on it, that’s fine with me. I suspect it is fine with Edna too, but you better ask her. You know how she gets sometimes.”

“Well, you decided what you’re going to do at the machine shop?

“I’m not sure what I can do. Even if I can, I don’t think I’d ask the office staff to do go around naked and I really can’t with the shop people. I assume that if a naked person came to the office to discuss whatever we won’t stop them. What I’m not really sure about is what I suspect that a lot of employers are wondering about, is voluntary staff nudity. How do we establish that it is voluntary?”

“Well, I suspect that somebody can draw up a Harrison form for the case, but it does seem a little extreme. It might be necessary. The water park might be tricky that way.

“What about the water park?”

“Well, we’ll have to discuss this a little more, but I think we’ll do pretty much what Karen has suggested, a mixed approach. This is one of the things where the new rules can really help this town. She knows that place is a pretty good draw, but thinks it could become a really big one, but she’s afraid of totally turning off the traditional crowd in case Bear rights don’t last. I’m not sure about the exact hours, but I guess that they’ll allow naked in the morning, keep it traditional afternoon and evening, and allow naked again -- actually I think she wants to make it mandatory nude in the late evening.. I guess we’re kind of hoping that they can pump up the hospitality business by people who want to be here for the morning coming the night before or don’t want to go back home after late night skinnydipping. We’ll keep the staff dressed up, I guess, except for the late evenings, although if there were any place of work where staff might want to take it off, t would think a water park would be the place. But I’m not sure I can go with the mandatory staff nudity and I wonder if they have the staff to carry it off. But I’m not their lawyer and I’m not sure they have a final legal opinion to work from yet.”

“Well, of course, but you and I both are stockholders and we’re concerned. We can’t make a ruling ourselves. I’ll be surprised if Karen isn’t figuring on getting in the mood herself. I’ll bet that niece of yours has made her suggestions. She’s really is a slut. She’s damned smart one and I really do like her, but she doesn’t really believe in social nudity. She’s just a slut who likes to be naked. But we have discussed it before, how the way she makes that boyfriend of hers shave and strip is scandalous and how we wonder why he continues to let her boss him like that. He seems so hard-working and he’s going to college the hard way. I’ve offered him a job a couple of times because I like his dedication, but he has turned me down, I think because he figures that I am only offering to hire him because he is Christina’s boyfriend. He’s partly right, of course since I probably would not know him if she wasn’t bringing him around, but he has somehow still has some pride, I guess. But, back to Karen. You know that she really is pretty good looking, even if she isn’t much interested in men. I’ve never actually seen the product, but the package looks good.”

“Well, I saw her a few years ago when she was brand new in town and Emily had her over for dinner and asked me if I would stop by. Karen had just come to town and I really don’t think that Emily knew about her orientation. She just wanted to get better acquainted with the new manager of one of the businesses and I think maybe she thought that Karen was younger than she is and she could play matchmaker. She asked Christina if she would mind dressing for the company, but you can guess how well that went over. Anyway, Emily ended up explaining the Compound’s policy with her and after some challenge from Christina about her swimming ability they all ended up swimming in Edna’s pool. Christina pretended to be drowning and made Karen get her out. But you’re right. She does look pretty good. Firm body, boobs that don’t sag, nice trim.”

Donald cut him off and asked, “Yeah, I’m sure she looks real great. Too bad for the men of the area that she’s not straight. But let’s get back to business. Is Davis doing their legal work on this?”

“No, Bill owns a piece of the park, indirectly, so he sent the matter off to Polson in Elmerton. Jane was helping them on it, but doesn’t have the file.”

Polson, Polson, and Andrews was a law firm in Elmerton which was headquartered in the same building as the law office of Gordon’s stepmother, Jane Alpek. They sometimes farmed work to her.

“That how we usually do the legal for Yankee’s?” Donald asked.

“Yeah. It’s ethically sounder.”

“What’s your guess? They going to say it’s all right to have nudity required for late night?”

“Well, I don’t know. From the review of the laws as they are being brought out, I don’t think it would be worth the hassle to do it, even if it could be constructed that way.”

“How about staff nudity?”

“Well, I want to see the advice of counsel, but I don’t think I’d allow it at all if it were up to me. If a staff person really wants to take it off, maybe, but I’d insist on a Harrison. I think a CO water park will be draw enough for a while and you would rather wait until somebody else fights the legal battles first.”

“Grandpa would be proud of you. He never wanted to have our necks out legally speaking.”

“Thanks. We’ll all be talking later.”

“Has Edna called you yet about tomorrow night?”

“Well, I know that she wanted to have a family business meeting, but I haven’t heard the details, although it might be on some unchecked voice mail.”

“I guess 7:00 at Adams. If not there, Jackson.”

“Well, I’ll see you then.”

Donald put his phone back into his pocket and returned to his reports.

5. Laura's Saturday (II)

After she had left Lee off, Laura Lyon proceeded to her coffee shop, Java Juba Lee, arriving at her usual Saturday arrival time of 5:45. There was a bundle of newpapers sitting at her door and Lontrell Phillips was waiting for her. Lontrell was a student at J.G. Cherry College who had not left town for the summer, having obtained employment from the college for the summer and supplementing that work with part-time work with Laura.

Lontrell was a young, short, and small black man, an obviously gifted student who wanted to study classical Greek history and literature. She had seen his ID before hiring him and knew that he was nineteen years old, but his size, hairless face, and nonmuscular build made him look four or five years younger, she thought.

Laura had forgotten that Twyla had convinced Lontrell to cover this shift for her. Laura had noted that this was a request almost certain to be granted, that Lontrell seemed eager to get as much work as he could get and that he seemed to be infatuated with Twyla. Laura suspected that Twyla was taking advantage of the young man, but figured that as long as the work was done by somebody she could work with that it was not any of her concern. He might as well learn that women will take advantage of men whenever they can while he was still young, she thought to herself.

Lontrell was early, also, she noted. He wasn’t supposed to be there until six, but she knew that he was never late. At first she thought that his earliness was from a desire to suck up to her, but lately she was beginning to think that he just had a good work ethic and a good sense of timing. One of his professors had told her that the young man was also early to every class and once had apologized for being less early than usual when a previous class had run overtime.

She unlocked the door and entered, putting her purse in her locker. She went back to pick up the bundle of newspapers which had been delivered by a news agency out of Blacksburg, containing one or two copies of several regional and national newspapers for her customers’ reading, but saw that Lontrell had already picked it up. She thanked him and went about the business of setting the coffee shop up for its 6:30 opening. Even though it was not yet 6:00, Lontrell started helping her.

With pastries having been delivered shortly after six and the kitchen cleaned and prepared, she unlocked the front door about two minutes early. Clyde was waiting to enter.

Clyde was always the first customer every Saturday. Nobody seemed to know exactly where he lived, what he did, or what his last name was or even if Clyde was really his first name. He was tall and always wore the same red flannel shirt and overalls which often seemed unlaundered and were sometimes quite offensive. He always ordered the largest espresso and sat at the same booth, reading the newspapers provided. He never tipped. If anybody chose to engage him in conversation, he would always give his input into any topic he was an expert in and that seemed to be whatever topic was brought up.

“Good morning, Laura,” he said as he entered. After he receiced his coffee, he grabbed his seat and began reading. He looked up at Lontrell and asked Laura where Twyla was.

“Don’t know,” Laura answered. “She’s off today.” She was sure that Clyde was disappointed, that he would rather look at Twyla than at Lontrell.

Customers were arriving slower than usual and Clyde, finding nobody else to talk to, spoke across the room to Laura, asking, “You going to have your staff working naked next week?”

Laura felt like answering, “NO! No, you creep,” but kept her cool.

“I don’t think so,” she replied. “I’m pretty sure not. There are too many legal things not worked out yet and, besides, I want people to come here for the coffee and the food.”

“You might want to think about it again. You’d bring in a lot more people if you weren’t covered up in that uniform. And if a couple of your girls went along, it would help you too.”

“Well, as I said, I don’t want the staff to be the attraction.”

“What about the customers, then? You gonna let us in naked?”

Laura started to blanch a bit at the thought of a naked Clyde. “I don’t know. I want to learn some more and think it over. It may be that I don’t have any choice, but I think I do.”

“Well, you’re just about out of time.”

“Yeah, I know,” Laura sighed as she stepped into the back room. She really did not wish to continue the discussion.

She looked out a few minutes later as Alicia Bowman was coming in and watched as Lontrell took and filled her order and Alicia took a seat at a table far removed from Clyde. She decided to come back out and greeted Alicia,

“Morning, Alicia? Tim coming in this morning?”

“Don’t think so. He’s got a store to run and Harley’s not around. Had to go to Michigan. His sister’s pretty sick. He’s supposed to be back tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry. I thought he went back there a couple of years ago because she had passed away.”

“This is another sister. I’m not sure how many he had, but I guess he has at least one left in Michigan and I know he has a brother in Indiana. Some families were a lot bigger back then, you know?”

“Who’s watching the kids?”

“Well, Deanna’s with Tim. She likes to help out and I guess he has something she can do there. Derek slept over with Ron over at Carla’s. Brittany stayed with us and is going to the store with Tim until Carla picks her up. I’m sure glad that we were able to get our kids the same gender and so close to the same age and that they get along so well. This is just Mom’s morning off. But I’ll have to get the groceries before long. After all, a woman’s work is never done.”

“Good point.”

“Tell me, Laura, what are you going to do on Thursday? The TV and papers are starting to call it N-Day, you know.”

Laura noticed that Clyde was starting to leave and hoped he had not heard that question, that she wanted him out of earshot before starting this discussion and did not want him lingering. She told Alicia in a soft voice that she would be back in a minute and made a quick trip to the back. The maneuver worked and when Clyde was gone she returned and grabbed a seat across from Alicia.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “I’m darned certain that I’m keeping my clothes on and I expect my crew to do so too. Edna and Donald have suggested that some nudes in hospitality businesses might help the city’s economy, but if I was working for somebody else, I would not want my employer to ask me, even politely, to take my clothes off, so I won’t ask anybody to do it. Besides, I’m not sure that I would want any of them to do it anyway. You work for Davis and Mays. What have you heard?”

“Well, I’m not really in the loop. But I know that Bill had the paras and a couple of the attorneys working on the angles, of course the laws are still in process and that makes it tricky. I understand what you said about what Donald and Edna want. But if they want me to sit behind that desk naked they’re kidding.”

“Well, Gordon said that it would certainly not be allowed for an employer to require employee nudity and I kind of imagine that they wouldn’t even want to do anything which could remotely put themselves in jeopardy, but they sure seem to have their hints to us.”

“That is a relief, you know. I just wish it was one of the partners saying that. You know, I’m not really a prude,” Alicia replied. “I may make use of this new freedom, my Bear rights, even though I didn’t ask for it, but I’m certainly not go to go around naked as a condition of employment. It is too close to prostitution for me. It certainly would be pandering. I know it’s not quite the same, but it’s too close. Besides, I’m chubby enough that I won’t help anybody’s business, anyway.”

“You know how many times I’ve heard ‘I’m not a prude, but . . .’ said in the last few weeks?” Laura asked, proceeding to reply to her own question, “I don’t have a count, but it happens a lot, and a lot of times with just those words. There is no doubt that the court got a lot of people talking.”

“Do you hear a lot of answers?” Alicia asked.

“Well, I am surprised by how many people indicate that they might want to try it once, but still think it’s not all that good of an idea. I suspect that we all have a bit of an exhibitionist tendency somewhere in our heads, but that most of us lack security to actually do it and that we are insecure in several ways.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I suspect that most people are not secure about how they look. Men, women, probably children too – maybe even especially older children, but I don’t hear them most of the places I am, nobody really feels all that secure about their looks. And even those who do feel that good about their looks aren’t all that sure that they want their bare flesh and all their warts and strange bumps and pockets of cellulite observed by anybody and everybody. They’d like some control over the audience. And they are scared that their nudity will be perceived as an invitation to sexual overtures. Most people get horny and start looking once in a while, but they want to control who they advertise to. We all want control.”

Alicia had heard a few things about her hostess and wondered how many men in the area could testify about the truth of the last part of that comment.

Speaking in a softer tone as to indicate that she was discussing something which was best not generally circulated, she said to Laura, “You know, when Deanna was a baby, we left her and Derek with Susan for a few days and went camping in Illinois and there was this nice, clear stream so isolated from everything else around there that we actually went skinnydipping a couple of nights after it got late. It was fun. Tim compared it with going to Anderson’s Beach with your brother, but said it was more fun looking at me than at Albert.”

“I bet you thanked him for that compliment.”

“Well, I appreciated the comment, although it really didn’t tell me much. If I had of thought he was the kind of guy who figured that Albert was better looking than me, I never would have married him. You know, part of the fun was the unconventionality of the whole thing, but part of it was that it just felt so good, so sensual. We went back on the third night, but others had found the place that night and we just went back to our tent. They were older and somehow we just didn’t want to join them. We didn’t know what kind of people they were and didn’t want to take a chance.”

“You didn’t ask them if they minded your joining them?”

“Never spoke to them. We don’t even know if they knew we had come by.”

“If you could have passed by them and they didn’t notice, wouldn’t it be possible that somebody came by while you were there and you didn’t notice?”

“Yeah, we’ve wondered about that sometimes, but I guess there’s not a lot to do about it now. But we’ve wondered if they were wife-swappers or something like that and we weren’t into that. Still aren’t.”


4. Laura's Saturday

Laura’s alarm clock aroused her at it usual ten minutes before five o’clock on Saturday morning. She reached over and turned it off, sliding her body to the edge of the bed and looking over to the naked body next to hers, now only partly covered by a sheet.

Without bothering to cover herself she shook the bed and woke him up. Feeling certain that she had obtained his attention and that he would know what to do, she headed for her shower. Somehow a shower, even a quick one like this one was destined to be, seemed to provide a symbolic cleaning from the previous night’s indulgences as well as providing well-needed cleansing for her body. Somehow she knew that having Lee over was not the best thing she could do, that she was now old enough and mature enough that she should have developed more permanent and better arrangements, but somehow she had never been able to get around to that. Lee was always available and willing to be called at her whim, it seemed, and he was pretty good at taking care of her urges, so once or twice a month she found herself entertaining him in her bedroom.

Lee did not rise immediately. He had been through this drill with Laura enough times to know how it played out. He had given her what she had wanted and was now just surplus protoplasm to her. He knew that she would be maintain an air of civility and after giving him a bagel and coffee, take him to his car and let him go away. He pulled the sheet off and spun his legs off his side of the bed. He saw a used condom somehow indiscreetly lying on the fitted sheet and unceremoniously tossed it into the waste basket. He thought of going to the shower with her to see if he could interest her in further liaison, but experience told him that once Laura was up, that getting to work was the only thing on her mind. So he just sat there and waited for Laura to came out

“Clean up if you want,” he heard her say as she left the shower, still naked and rubbing her towel over her still damp body. “I’ll get the coffee ready.”

He followed the cue and got up. He did not really like Laura’s shower that much. The nozzle sat a little low and the environment seemed just a little too feminine. While Laura’s bedroom somehow seemed genderless, something about the bathroom and shower just reeked of estrogen. Maybe it was the pink décor, perhaps the pink of the towels, or perhaps the bath and shower items from lines of merchandise obviously never marketed to people with Y chromosomes.

He knew where the guest towels were and grabbed one and quickly dried himself up. He left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to retrieve his clothes at the same time that Laura was coming in from the kitchen to grab hers. They talked little as they dressed.

Lee had known Laura for the six years he had been in Conway Corners and enjoyed looking at the short blonde whose baseball-sized breasts seemed quite perky for a woman of her age. He knew that the two of them could never have a future together and that she knew that too and he appreciated the no-strings attitude of their liaisons. He knew that they were different kind of people. Laura’s coffee shop was undoubtedly profitable, but he couldn’t imagine that no matter how many hours she put into it that it could ever make her more than slightly independent, but it demonstrated a drive and ambition which he had never really for himself.

“You know, you really should try running that place nude some time,” he told her. “You do look quite good. You could make yourself quite a tourist attraction and you could raise the price to ten bucks a cup.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Laura commented. She really did not think he was an Adonis, but he didn’t look so bad for a thirty-something American Literature teacher. “but it really is a shame that your best-looking parts are never in public view. I don’t suppose that your students will ever get to see that.”

“Well, we all got an email from the union Thursday that advised us to keep our clothes on even when this change comes about, at least when around our own communities. Their attorneys fear that community standards clauses in our contracts which might be construed to say that we have broken our contracts if we aren’t careful.”

“Somehow, I don’t think you’d ever have the fortitude to do it anyway. Some men are exhibitionists, almost, actually in many cases, pervertedly so. But I suppose that most of you are more comfortable keeping it all covered up. You probably will not mind that there are other guys who do strut things, but it seems that you all seem to think yourselves so vulnerable to have their units unprotected and on display. You guys all have a subconscious fear of having yourselves unprotected as if somebody or something is going to come up and do something to them. And none of you think that you are big enough and you’re all afraid that everybody else will learn what you have always considered a personal shortcoming or embarrassment. As for me, I am not sure that I really give a fuck about how much of me people see. I’m planning on going to Edna’s meeting on Monday and maybe on skinnydipping in her pool if somebody else is doing it, but I don’t want to be strutting my stuff at my shop and I don’t expect anybody who works for me to. I have worked hard to make the coffee and food the attraction, the magnet which draws customers and I don’t want to become the attraction myself. And I don’t want to pimp my staff which is what I think Donald and Edna want me to do. I imagine that that old pervert Donald would like me to shave too.”

“You look fine. Shaving would be just a gimmick. And it might be illegal if it seemed that there was a commercial reason for it. You go to Judy’s in Elmerton when they have the strippers and you can see that the ones who don’t have the rest of the act right -- the looks, the talent, the charisma – are the ones who are smooth.”

“I was there once when I was at Cherry,” Laura noted. “Some of us girls got brave once. I think that was back when they brought the dancers in only once a week, but I remember the smoke and the smell of stale beer which somehow seemed worse than in other bars and I remember the guys with the hard hats trying to get us to join the act and the way they looked at us. Some of the other girls got scared. I don’t remember feeling scared, but I do remember feeling very uncomfortable. And I started to wonder if the women who were working there were really happy doing it. A few years later I met a former dancer who had worked out of someplace in Indiana who told me that when she was dancing she felt powerful, that she was exploiting the suckers who were paying out good money just to look at her body, but I’m not sure I follow that. She might of believed it and maybe it was true for her, but it seems that the ones we saw were being exploited, not exploiting.”

By now they were both dressed and Lee had gobbled down his bagel and swallowed some coffee. He always wondered how somebody who ran a coffee shop would use Maxwell House at home, but he never brought the matter up. He was sure that it was indeed what she generally used when she was at home and not some way of slighting him.

They left her kitchen and entered the enclosed garage, getting into Laura’s five-year-old Toyota sedan. Laura hit the door opener button and they left and went to the place near downtown where Lee had left his car. This was the way Laura always wanted it when she brought Lee in for what she called “late night exercises.” She wasn’t particularly embarrassed to have him over, she told herself, but she didn’t want to advertise it, either. Lee accepted the arrangement as part of the process of being laid.

As he left her car she said, “Stop over for breakfast if you wish.”

He said thanks, but they both knew that he probably would not.

3. Edna talks to Christina

Edna had just finished a light supper and had retired to her living room to read some company memos while sipping a Manhattan she had just made herself. She had discharged Polly, her maid, for the day She was wearing a short, loose, wrap-around, denim skirt and a sleeveless shirt she had taken from her “old clothes” closet. She liked the skirt, but knew that it was not appropriate for going anyplace, because it could not be counted on to provide necessary coverage if she moved, stretched or displayed her legs wrong while sitting. But it was ideal for an evening by herself.

She heard a knock on her back door which she recognized as being that of her niece, Christina.

“Come in,: she shouted.

Two naked people entered the house, their nakedness emphasized by the fact that they both had shaved pubic areas. They were both twenty years old. The woman was Christina, Emily’s only child, who was from her second marriage. She was tall and had a figure that Edna would have envied at any age. The man was Justin Matheson, her boyfriend who stood about six feet tall with a moderately muscular build and was obviously, well-hung. Christina had chosen him to be her boyfriend shortly after her mother and she had returned to Conway Corners when she and Justin were both about ten and had held on to him since then even while she was at Princeton and he was attending a public university half an hour from Conway Corners. Justin did not belong to the same caste as the Family. His family was what is sometimes called “white trash.” His parents, like Christina’s were divorced, but neither had ever made much money and his father had not been heard from for several years. But Christina had held on to her Justin despite repeated suggestions from her mother and others in the family and had brought him around the Compound often. Edna noticed that Justin never seemed completely comfortable there, even when Christina let him be dressed, but he behaved himself well and was relatively well-adjusted in the Compound environment. Christina had shown distaste for clothes since she was a little girl and expected her boyfriend to exhibit the same attitude. Edna was not sure how much or whether Justin really enjoyed social nudity and suspected that being shaved was not his idea, but she had to admit that he kept his chin up.

“Grab some drinks,” Edna shouted into the next room where Christina was already reaching for the refrigerator and extracting two beers. She opened them both and handed one to Justin and they went into the living room.

“You look tight,” Christina said to her aunt. “Why not stretch out?”

Edna knew what Christina meant and although she did not feel especially tense or stressed did appreciate her niece’s concern so she got up, slipped her shirt off, and lay down on the floor in front of the couch. Christina reached into the side table and pulled out a bottle of scented oil.

As she knelt by her aunt, Justin knowingly grabbed a towel off a shelf and sat in a reclining chair nearby.

“How did your meeting go?” Christina asked as she started to rub her aunt’s shoulders.

“I guess it went all right,” Edna answered as her niece worked over her muscles. “You know it can take a while for this all to soak in all of us. I’ve been thinking of it for a few weeks now, but maybe I got to thinking about it so early because Donald got me to thinking about it. Most of our small business people stay busy enough just running their businesses to think of the long-term challenges and opportunities that are coming up. And, of course, a lot of them somehow thought the politicians would get this straightened out. But as of now it looks like you’ll be able to walk right through the center of town Thursday afternoon stark naked and I’m sure you will and perhaps you will find a welcome in Laura’s place or someplace else around there.”

“Laura’s going along?” the younger woman asked.

“I don’t know. I hope so, but I know she isn’t finding it easy.”

“She shouldn’t be so stuck up about it. She ain’t no virgin or nothing. I’ve heard things about her.”

“Well, we pretty much hear a lot about everybody. I’ve heard some things about Laura too. But even if they’re true, that’s really kind of irrelevant. She needs to run her business by making business decisions. And I think she could probably extend a better welcome to her new customers if she took things off, but I can see why she might not want to or ask Twyla or anybody else working there to. Remember, it’s not just what is on site. If she is nude in public, somebody will get her picture and the whole world will see it. I’ve made up my mind and I’m sure that by this time next week my naked self will be seen across the world. It’s part of my contribution to this community which has done many good things for our family and because I want to keep newly won rights for all of us. But Laura is younger so she will have longer to go with the consequences, whatever they are. And she’s a lot better looking and she’s in the public more than I am, so there will be more cameras pointed at her. And Twyla is younger still and will have the problem more.”

“Well, I suppose I can be a distraction and save her some of that,” Christina noted.

“I imagine that you will, although I don’t really think that you have thought it all out,” Edna answered. “And you wouldn’t spare her much. There are lots of cameras and lots of memory cards and sticks and film. We’ll all become freaks for a while and I suppose somewhere lonely teenage boys and old men alike will be getting off on us. Of course, they can do that when we’re dressed too, but this will aggravate their horninesses.”

“They get off on me all the time, even when they see me dressed,” Christina noted. “It’s a part of being a good-looking woman. Justin is the only one who gets off in me, but who knows how many get off on me. Or even on you, at your age.”

Edna thought that the last statement said a lot about her niece. Although she was very fond of her sister’s daughter, she did think Christina egotistical. And although she knew that she was no longer a young woman, she also did not appreciated the comment on her age. And she saw Justin turning a bit red at the comment on where he got off.

“Some day, my dear little niece,” she said, “you’ll be older. Those boobs won’t be so perky and that waist won’t be so tight. Age treats us all somewhat differently, but it doesn’t do any of us any favors. I never was bad looking but I was never a good-looker like you are when I was twenty. Time has treated me well. There are people I went to college with who now just wish they could keep up with me. Your waist will grow. Genes mean a lot. Your mother fights it and from the last time I saw your father he quit fighting. Your boobs will sag, not as bad as a lot of our more endowed sisters, but they’ll go down a bit. Even if legalized nakedness continues until you are approaching fifty – and I hope it does because I really believe in body freedom – you may want to cover yourself all the time so people won’t see your sagging boobs on your plump body. Enjoy it while you can, but you keep up the exercises to keep those muscles working. You know that I really think you need that bra when you’re going to be dressed anyway, but let’s get off of this subject. We’ve discussed this before and I’m sure we are really boring poor Justin here. And you’ve pretty much finished my back so I’ll get up and get myself another Manhattan and we’ll chat a bit more. I would like your help on Monday.”

Christina got up and let her aunt rise. As Edna went to refill her drink, Christina grabbed a seat on Justin’s lap.

“Can I get you two anything?” Edna shouted out.

“Justin looks a little dry,” Christina answered. “I’m OK though.”

Edna returned with a beer for Justin and a Manhattan for herself. She threw a towel over the back and fell back into the chair she had previously occupied. She did not bother to put her shirt back on and she carefully adjusted her short skirt as she sat. Justin and Christina had both seen her body many times, but somehow instinct told her to adjust the skirt so her niece and her niece’s boyfriend could not look up it.

“You know about the barbecue Monday night?” she asked her guests.

“We’ve heard about it, but I don’t know the details,” Christina answered. “Mom said that you were going to have some of the city’s business leaders over some kind of emergency powwow. I suppose your red flag will be up.”

Every house in the compound had flagpoles. While some of them flew American flags from poles in front of their homes, they all had poles in back on which they flew various other banners. A plain red flag indicated that somebody was hosting people who might be offended by nudity. A red and white striped flag indicated that something scheduled for the next couple of days would require a red flag.

“Oh, no,” Edna answered. “Definitely not. Donald is the brain behind this, but we have decided to have it here because we might do a pig and I’ve got the bigger fire pit and I’ve got the pool. But we want to get business people here to discuss next Thursday and what follows when we will have better information on what the special session has done. We’ll have a barbecue to start out before the meeting. And we want to allow people to see social nudity and maybe try it themselves. That’s why the pool may be important. Nothing makes more people nudists than swimming.”

“What can we do?” Christina asked.

“Well, if you are willing to be nude –“

“You’ve already heard me say that I’m looking to be downtown at noon on Thursday to be the first. Justin will be with me.”

Edna thought she saw a grimace on the young man’s face.

“Well, I know that and it’s your choice and I do wonder about whether your zeal may be misplaced, but what I was saying was that if you are willing to be nude while our guests are here, it might help set the mood. It won’t be public. It’ll be right here. Your mother’s coming. I don’t know if she’ll be dressed or not. Somehow I suspect that if Ashley’s here that she’ll find a reason to be naked before the evening’s over. Even if you’re just swimming while the guests arrive, it could help to make the mood. After we eat we will adjourn for a meeting to discuss the new situation. If we don’t get too many we’ll use my drawing room. If we get more, we’ll use your mother’s or Donald’s. We really haven’t worked that out yet. And I imagine that when the meeting is over, that if anybody wants a late-night dip or left-over snack, that we’ll have some of that.”

Edna looked at the couple sitting across the room. Christina was still sitting on Justin and their hands were making extensive contact with each other’s body surface. She added one moiré comment, “But if you come, please lay off of each other. We want to make people comfortable with social nudity, not sexual nudity.”

“Don’t worry, Aunt Edna,” Christina answered. “We’ll behave ourselves, at least until after they’ve gone home.”

“Thank you.” Edna still had her doubts but figured that she needed their presence enough that she would have to take the risk. Beside, with Christina’s mother coming and their living next door it would be hard to keep her from coming over.

Christina got up off of Justin and stood up. Justin stood up too. Edna was amazed that he did not seem erect.

‘Well, we should be going,” Christina said. “We’ll figure on being here. Of course, we’ll see you in the meantime.”

“Fine,” Edna answered as she rose herself to take her guests to the sliding door in back through which they had entered.

Edna bid them farewell, grabbed a diet cola, and returned to her chair, picking up a Malloy Northern company memo and commenting to herself that outside of his brief comments when coming and going that she had not heard Justin say anything. “When will that girl allow him to speak,” she said to her self softly. “And when will he get the nerve to say something?”

2. Discussion at Java Juba Lee

Laura Lyon was sitting in a rear corner booth in her coffee shop, Java Juba Lee with Phil Eaton and Tim Bowman, the owner of A.L. Bowman Hardware a block away. It was almost five in the evening after Edna Malloy’s noontime meeting. Tim had not been to the meeting and Laura and Phil were discussing it with him.

“Well, I had done a little thought about what I’ll do when a naked person comes in the first time,” Tim was saying. “Somehow, it just doesn’t seem respectful. Of course, nobody else seems to want to be respectful these days. Maybe a naked person won’t be that much different, might even be better than a barely clothed fat person with a cell phone to shout into. I’m not sure I’ll have the right to keep them out even if I decide to. But I know that I’m going to want the staff clothed. There are too many things around a hardware store which are just too dirty. But I guess I’ve been kind of waiting to hear exactly what will be happening and what the legal deal will really be and what others around here are going to do. If allowing for naked customers seems to be the community norm, I suppose that I’ll go along. But I don’t see any business advantage for my business one way or the other. I’m sure that the big boys will match whatever we’re doing here pretty quick.”

Twyla Morris, one of Laura’s barristas came over with refills for them all. Phil noticed the way that Tim looked at her as she walked away.

“You know, Laura, if she could do that nude, you’d really draw them in,” he told the hostess. “I understand that it would have to be her choice, but you can tell by looking that Tim here would be here every night she was working.”

Tim protested. “She looks good and I was looking at her, I admit. And I imagine that she probably would look good even with that uniform off, but I don’t know that I would come by more often and I certainly don’t want to get Laura into any trouble by suggesting that she exploit her staff’s nudity.”

“Thank you,” Laura said. “I am not going to ask anybody to work naked. I don’t think I’ll do it myself and I don’t know how I could ask anybody else to do it either. And Twyla’s so young. That certainly wouldn’t seem right.”

Phil noted that he had not heard that anything in the court ruling mentioned a minimum age for nudity. After all, he noted, there wasn’t a minimum age in the law which was struck down.

Tim had ten- and fourteen-year-old children. He sat up straighter and commented, “Well, Twyla has to be of legal age, but if legal age is irrelevant, does that include my kids? I guess I hadn’t thought about that. I don’t think I want them running around town naked. I don’t think they would want to, but sometimes kids that age do strange things under peer pressure.”

“Like the time you and Albert went midnight skinnydipping at Anderson’s beach?” Laura asked.

“That was a long time ago. How did you know about that? Albert tell you?’ Tim asked. Albert was Laura’s older brother who was Tim’s age and was once his best friend. He now lived elsewhere.

“I knew about it the night it happened,” Laura assured him. “Our dad figured it out. Albert came home late with wet hair and dry clothes. He jumped all over him for it and I heard it. Then when Albert had gone away, he started chuckling. I guess he knew that boys would be boys. And neither one knew that I had come down for some water and had heard it all. I went back upstairs and stayed quiet.”

“You were just a kid then,: Tim noted.

“Well, I was about eight and I thought it was the funniest thing. I told my girlfriends and it was a long time before they could quit giggling whenever they saw either of you. But I have never told Albert that I heard all of that.”

“Well, that was fun, skinnydipping there. Part of the fun was probably the thrill of the risk, but it felt nice too. Maybe after it’s been legal for a while, I’ll go back there and do it again. And, just for the record, that probably wasn’t the first time we had been there.”

“We’re getting off topic, but I went skinnydipping there with some friends when I was about the same age. You are right. But back to your topic. I don’t have kids and you do and you don’t know how you’ll react to the fact that there won’t be a law requiring them to stay dressed. They must know the basics of human anatomy, don’t they? And if they don’t they’ll be seeing it soon, like it or not.”

“I suppose you’re right. We’re not like some families. We don’t run around without our clothes on but we insist on using the right names for body parts and we do try not to be too prudish. But I really don’t want them to be running around town without their clothes on. Actually, I don’t think they’d be comfortable that way, anyway. Derek is a little late maturing anyway and feels awkward about that. I suspect that Alicia and I better have a long talk, with each other and with him and Deanna.”

“Well, the legislature went home a couple of hours ago,” Laura noted. “Maybe there is something in whatever they did that involves minors. I guess we’ll know soon.”

A tall, muscular, well-tanned woman of about forty, who looked a little butch entered the coffee shop and approached the booth where they were sitting. She was Karen Cahill, the manager and part owner of Yankee Joe’s Water Park. She was wearing yellow shorts and a yellow and blue Yankee Joe’s Water Park t-shirt.

“May I join you?” she asked.

“Sit down,” Laura said. Turning to Twyla, she instructed the younger woman to bring the new guest an espresso with sugar, the drink which she knew to be Karen’s regular choice.

Laura went on, “Well, I sort of asked you here to see what your business is going to do when nakedness becomes legal. We’re trying to see what other people are doing.”

Karen answered, “Well, I’ve been talking to the partners and I think we have it worked out. We want to welcome as many new people as we can, but we want to be family-friendly also and we really aren’t sure what our families will take to be family-friendly. So we’re going to try a divided schedule. Until late morning or noon, we will be clothing-optional. Then we will require suits until about nine at night and then stay open until midnight for those who want to use the facilities naked again. And I think that we’re going to require that minors who don’t have their parents with them will need a permission slip if they aren’t going to wear suits. We’re having a lawyer look into that for us. In fact for the late night session we may just limit it to adults.”

“Interesting,” Phil observed. “It seems that you have given it some thought and any thought is more than a lot of us have done. Can you give us an idea why you split the day the way you did?”

“Well, being for nude use only in the early morning and late evening might encourage some people to come the night before or stay the night after which can help our community’s hotel business. Remember that one of our partners owns the inn next door. The family hours are at the times that families are most apt to come so it inconveniences them as little as we can do it and still make these changes. And the late evening is when the kiddies should be home anyway. We have usually closed at nine, ten on weekends, so it will mean increasing our hours a bit. We hope that we will get enough new clientele to make this work out. If we don’t, the late hours will go.”

“You going to chase everybody out at noon so that the people with suits can come in?” Phil asked.

“I don’t think so. We’ve always sold our tickets for the day so far and I don’t think we’ll change it. But if you’re undressed when it’s time to switch, you’ll be reminded of the policy and asked to dress or leave. One of the partners thinks that there is a customer base who would like using the place naked but don’t want to be nude among clothed people and suggested making the late night hours nudity required, but we don’t think we can do that without getting an Adult Entertainment license and we aren’t sure it’s a paying idea anyway, so it doesn’t look like we will. Have any of you figured out what you’ll do?”

“I don’t think so,” Laura said. “Sometimes I think I’m living in some really strange dream and just want to wake up. But I know that whatever choices I make will probably not make a lot of difference in the big scope of things.

“I haven’t decided,” Phil answered. “I think though that I’ll just allow people to come in the same way they are on the street. I really cannot see that doing that would be bad business. People who are against this whole thing likely won’t single me out for what the society as a whole is doing and I am not seeing myself as some great kind of social crusader on this thing one way or the other. But I think I’ll keep my pants on and I certainly won’t expect my staff to do otherwise. I haven’t talked to either of them about it and I don’t know what either of them is thinking, but I guess I’ll play it by ear a bit.”

They went on talking about the upcoming changes a while longer until Karen said she had to get back to work and Tim’s cell phone reminded him that his wife was expecting him home to look after the kids while she took care of some things.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

An introduction to Conway Corners

The City, the Family, the Compound


Conway Corners was settled in the mid-nineteenth century. Local legend says that it was named after Thaddeus Conway who retired there after patenting some part that Samuel Morse needed to make the telegraph work. He wanted a smaller and more rustic place for his retirement, so after selling the patent and manufacturing plant in Maryland, he moved to the town which became Conway Corners. In tribute to this myth, when the local high school had to rename its teams something beside “Indians,” they changed the name to “Wires.”

The present population is about 15,000. The vast majority is white. There are approximately a dozen Protestant churches and one Catholic congregation. There is no synagogue or mosque, although there are a few Jewish people in town who have to travel elsewhere for religious services.

Conway Corners and the population around are served by the Conway Corner Area Community School District and the Conway Area Public Library which has its main branch in downtown Conway Corners and a satellite branch along the road between Conway Corners and Elmerton.

Conway Corners is home to J. G. Cherry College. It was founded in 1877 in Elmerton as a male, liberal arts college in Elmerton in 1877. It moved to Conway Corners in 1891 after J. G. Cherry who had made a small fortune speculating in real estate in the region and who had bought a parcel of 35 acres for the school there. It was renamed after Mr. Cherry shortly after his death in 1896, partly to avoid confusion with several other schools named Central and partly in appreciation of J. G. Cherry and his contributions both during his lifetime and from his will.

The school which has a historically Presbyterian affiliation has been a major part of the community since then. It became co-educational in 1920. It was the first college in the region to have a female chaplain when it hired Dr. Mary Livingston in 1961. She served until her death in 1971. It was also the first in the region to hire a black academic dean when it hired Dr. Wilson Bean in 1980. Dr. Bean served until 1984 when he left to become president of a historically black college.


The Family

The fates of Conway Corners and the Simon-Mays extended family have been interwoven since Elihu Simon moved into town with this bride Elizabeth and opened an ice house. Elihu and Elizabeth were not able to have as big a family as they wished and it took them longer than they had hoped, but they did have two chldern – Anna who was born in 1910 and Simon who was born in 1916. Simon is still living. He never married and has no issue. The other members of the family are the descendants of Anna and her husband, Donald Mays, jr. and their spouses. The Simon-Mays family is sometimes called the Mays Family and in Conway Corners it is often referred [either for simplicity or from a sense of awe] as merely “the Family.”

Donald Mays, jr. and his brother-in-law Simon Simon were entrepreneurs and did quite well. They took firm control of all the family’s enterprises after Elihu’s death in 1932, although Simon was only sixteen at the time. They both had good business sense and almost uncannily knew the best times to get into and get out of business ventures, putting the family in good financial shape. They also established a history of family civic involvement. Much of what they have bought and sold is not in the Conway Corners area, but they have remained heavily involved in the economy of the area. At this time, members of the family own pieces of ventures dealing with commercial real estate, apartments, a water park, at least two motels, a taxi and limousine company, a commercial lawn care company, and a laundry service.

Family members have also been benefactors of area artistic and educational organizations, although they have put their names on relatively few things. Some of the things which have names of family members are Elihu and Elizabeth Simon Reference Room in the Conway Corners Public Library, the Donald and Anna Mays Planetarium at J.G. Cherry College, and the Geneva Mays Pediatric Unit at Southern Lakes Regional Medical Center.

Donald Mays III [the Donald Mays of this story] and John Kennedy, his uncle by marriage, were indicted for stock irregularities in 1994. The charges were dismissed but a national financial magazine estimated that lawyer fees and civil penalties probably added up to $30-$40 million. Since then whatever publicly traded assets members of the family may have have been passive investments. The businesses in which they have been active participants have been privately held. An Eastern newspaper story in 2004 estimated the wealth under family control as being approximately $1 billion.

Simon Simon and Donald Mays, jr. were against the family ostentatiously flaunting their wealth and that practice has continued for the most part, at least when they are in and around Conway Corners. There are few minimal domestic staff. There never were many chauffeurs and are none now. They use a commercial gardening and lawn maintenance service and, if they don’t do their own laundry, they use a public laundry. Members do own the Conway Corners Cab and Limousine Company, Conway Corners Lawn Care, and Anna Mae’s laundry, none of which they actively manage. Donald Mays, jr. and Simon Simon had stressed keeping local people and businesses working and felt losing a little money in a business better than parading their wealth by hiring people directly to perform the same services and the practice has survived. The swimming pools on the Compound are maintained by a service in Elmerton owned by Connor Fredricks, sr. who is the husband of one of Donald Mays, jr.’s granddaughters.

Members of the Family have been involved the community in several ways which some people view as a demonstration of their concern and others as a sign of their desire for control.

There has been somebody on the school board almost continually since 1929 when Donald Mays, jr. was first elected. Simon Simon served for almost forty years before retiring in 1995. Edna Malloy presently serves. Likewise there has been somebody on the City Council for most of the same time, starting with Simon Simon in 1940. Ashley Moore Mays who was the mother of Edna, Emily, and Gordon served for four years until her death in 1980. Miles Mills, the husband of Donald Mays, jr.’s daughter Anna, has served since shortly after marrying into the family in 2002.

Donald Mays, jr. was a lawyer and was a founding partner of Davis, Mays, and McQuiston [which shortly after become Davis and Mays] but made most of his wealth in other ventures.

Donald Mays., jr. had attended Princeton
and most of the family’s men [and in the last few decades, females] have followed him there, but a few have gone to other Ivy League schools. Edna Mays went to Yale.


FAMILY MEMBERS WHO PLAY MAJOR ROLES IN THIS STORY

Donald Mays. Actually, Donald Mays III, he is the son of Walter Mays who was the son of Donald Mays, jr. [Too many people in this story are named Donald. Most of these Donalds are named after Donald Mays, jr. Donald Kennedy who is the cousin of this Donald Mays was named for the same man. Donald Kennedy’s sister, Stephanie married a man named Donald Russell and they named one of their sons Donald, also. Fortunately for readers, neither of these last two Donalds figures in this story.] Edna Mays Malloy, Emily Mays Antonelli, and Gordon Mays are Donald Mays first cousins. He is Princeton educated and owns a machine shop which employs about two dozen people. He is also involved in family trusts and pieces of some ventures in the Conway Corners area [e.g., a motel, Laundromat, fried chicken outlet, and Yankee Joe’s Water Park]. Since his indictment he has been less actively involved in the family’s bigger ventures. He and his wife, Tiffany, had no children. Tiffany oversaw most of the lesser enterprises before her death on September 11, 2001.

Edna Mays Malloy. Edna was the eldest sibling in her family. She married Paul Malloy in 1987. He was considerably older and had two sons from a previous marriage, the older of whom was twenty-one at the time. When Paul died in 1992, Edna took over control of his company, Malloy Northern against the wishes of his sons. The company had been in the process of moving all its operations to the Conway Corners area and she finished that transition. She has made peace with her younger stepson [Dean] and he is now actively involved in the company. The older son [Paul, jr.] still has a financial interest in the company, but is not actively involved and does not live in the area.

Edna’s public persona is that she is hard-nosed and all business. There is some truth behind this. Her parents had twins, Gordon and Geneva, while she was at Yale. Geneva was never healthy and died at fourteen months and Edna was so determined not to miss any opportunities at Yale that she did not come back for the funeral. Her father claimed to support her decision, but she knew that her mother did not. She did return for her mother’s funeral two weeks later. [Her mother’s car was broadsided by a drunk driver.] Marrying a man eighteen years her senior and taking control of his business probably did nothing to dispel the image.

Edna and Paul had one child, a daughter named Julie. From the time Julie was fifteen she refused to live with Edna. Nobody in Conway Corners seems to know what has caused the rift. Edna and Julie themselves don’t really seem to know. Julie is resentful to playing second fiddle in her mother’s eye to both the business and her older half-brother Dean. The Family managed to limit how much people in the town know about the rift by sending her to boarding school and arranging for her to spend school vacations elsewhere on the Compound. She dropped out of high school during her senior year and went to New York City where she has lived in a variety of places with a variety of people. In 2008 she gave birth to Xenia Ruth McGiver, a baby conceived with her frequent roommate, a forty-something painter. She receives some money from family trusts, but none directly from her mother who suspects that her sister Emily or niece Christina may send her some once in a while. Edna has expressed no desire to see either Julie of Xenia.

Gordon Mays. Emily’s brother grew up, went to Princeton, studied law at Iowa, and went into the family law firm. His mother died when he was a toddler and he was primarily raised by his father and stepmother with assistance of nannies and others in the Family. His father died when he was starting law school.

Gordon is not a partner yet, although it is generally assumed that he will be at some time soon. There is nobody named Mays as a partner now, but the firm has not changed names, partly out of respect for its history and partly because members of the extended family of Donald Mays, jr. [who lived until 1995] are still involved with the firm. [There has not been a partner named Davis since 1940.] Gordon lives with his stepmother in the house where he grew up and in which his sisters Edna and Emily earlier were raised, Madison House. Even though he has no clear memory of either of them, he visits his mother’s and sister’s graves frequently, bringing flowers from the Compound whenever he can. He seems to miss them both very much. Although Edna seems to have done a lot to keep Gordon involved in things and has sometimes gone out of her way to send opportunity his way, he still has a lot of resentment for her. He cooperates with her in things the Family undertakes, but has never been able to fully conceal this resentment of Edna.

Although his thirtieth birthday is approaching, he has never been known to be seriously involved romantically, although he does go to Sioux City, Iowa about once a month to see a female law school classmate.

Emily Mays Adams Cedar Antonelli. She is Edna’s younger sister and Gordon’s older sister. She has often been a family scandal, but now, except for the fact that she does not live with her husband, is more respectable. She is a CPA who works for Davis and Mays and serves on some of the Family’s boards. She married her first husband, a previously-married, local delivery truck driver seven years her senior when she was eighteen. They were divorced slightly afterward, the divorce being the results of both mutual infidelities and family pressure. She spent a while living in California, doing things that her family preferred not to learn about, but returned to college and went to the University of Wisconsin in Madison for a while. About four years after her divorce she moved in with and later married Bill Cedar, a man three years her younger than she was. They had a daughter, Christina. They separated after four years and later divorced. The primary cause was Bill’s coming out of the closet. She took Christina and returned to Conway Corners where she finished her undergraduate work at J. G. Cherry. After returning to Madison for graduate work, she worked as an accountant for Milwaukee County until returning to Conway Corners again when Christina was about ten. In 2005 she married John Antonelli. Although they have never actually lived together [a fact which keeps tongues in town wagging] they do see each other several times each year, sometimes in Conway Corners and sometimes in California where John’s career as an assistant football coach at various colleges has taken him. John has two teen-aged daughters from an earlier marriage who sometimes travel with him. The older one, Cecelia seems to have struck up a strange friendship with her stepsister Christina.

Christina Cedar. Emily’s only child, born to her mother’s second marriage to William Cedar. She attends Princeton and spends summers with her mother. Winter vacations are usually spent with her father and his partner [and sometimes the partner’s son] in Fort Myers, Florida. She admits that she does not like cold weather and unless she changes her mind is likely not to return to Conway Corners full time after she finishes college. She chose Justin Matheson to be her boyfriend shortly after she and her mother returned to Conway Corners when she was ten and has held on to him since, despite her family’s initial coolness. She has taken readily to the Compound’s clothing-optional environment.

Jane Alpek. She got into the family when she married John Mays. She was over thirty and a schoolteacher in Royal Oak, Michigan when she and John met through a mutual connection. It has been said that for John it was love at first sight. While it was obvious to Jane from his ability to travel so frequently, drive so nice a car, and dress so well that her new suitor was fairly affluent, she did not realize until she was fairly involved with him that he was in fact, not just affluent, but rich.

Marrying John made her a stepmother to two grown women and a boy named Gordon who was just short of his fifth birthday. Upon moving to Conway Corners she became involved full time with raising him. She has never been close to her stepdaughters which is no surprise. Emily seems to like her but still thinks her a bit of a stranger and, although the feeling may be exaggerated a bit] she feels Edna’s hostility continually.

When Gordon got older she attended law school, being admitted to the bar three years before Gordon. She has done some work for Davis and Mays, but she practices mainly general law from her solo practice in Elmerton.


Brenda Allan. Brenda Allan is the wife/ex-wife of Donald Kennedy. They married in 1982 and divorced in 1986, but reconciled in 1991 but never remarried. Brenda is a lawyer, listed as “of counsel” at Davis and Mays, but she is really more a lobbyist at the state capital. She is a tall brunette with an athletic build and is fairly buxom who loves the clothing-optional environment of the Compound.

Connor Fredricks, jr. Connor is an angry young man of 20. He sees his extended family [especially his father and Donald and Edna] as manipulators who try to control the whole world, or at least the whole of the region. He lives off compound and works at a convenience store which nobody in the Family owns. He does not collect from his trust funds, but apparently still has access to them. He is the son of Donald Mays’ sister Barbara Mays Fredricks.

Anna Fredricks. Anna is Connor, jr.’s sister who is seventeen years old. She loves the clothing-optional policy and wonders whether less fortunate girls might not also, but she admits that she probably would not participate herself in public.

Maria Cortez Bullingworth. Maria is the daughter of Donald Mays’ sister Anna from her first marriage to Juan Cortez. She and her husband Bill have two young sons. She is concerned that Bear rights could become tools to use against people, especially women, who have fewer opportunities than members of her family have.

Amanda Kennedy and Aurora Kennedy Jackson. Amanda and Aurora are twin daughters of Donald Kennedy and Brenda Allan. Amanda and her husband Antoine McIntosh also do legislative lobbying, but do it in Missouri, and spend only the off-seasons at the Compound. Aurora and her husband Cody Jackson are “starving artists’ living in Seattle. They have a two-year old daughter. Both sisters married black men which has promoted some whispering both in town and at the Compound, but nobody in the Family has said anything overtly racist to them.


The Compound


The Compound consists of approximately seventy-eight acres, mostly from two quarters of a quarter section. There are utility easements but no longer any public streets crossing the property. The area is platted into fourteen parcels, but only eight have been built upon. The remaining area provides ponds and “green space” for the developed area.

For some reason the Family began naming the houses after early U.S. Presidents, but managed to miss the obvious names like Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln. All the houses are large buildings, with room for more people than live in them, but are not furnished like the mansions for which so many wealthy people are known. Only two houses [Adams and Polk] have swimming pools behind them, but these are shared with the others in the Compound. Because of its relative isolation from the rest of the compound and the fact that the pool at Adams is better shielded from the outside, the pool at Polk receives less use. The houses are:

Adams House: Edna’s residence. It is the only fully modern house on the Compound, built as a replacement for an earlier house also named Adams. It was erected in 1988 shortly after Edna and Paul Malloy were married.

Madison House Gordon Mays and his stepmother, Jane Alpek, live here. This is the house in which he, Edna, and Emily grew up. The original house goes back into the late nineteenth century but major additions were made in 1947 and 1959.

Monroe House: This was the first family house on the compound. The first part was built in 1881 and was bought by Elihu Simon in 1905 for the family he thought he would soon have. The house has been remodeled or expanded several times. None of the original house is visible from the outside anymore, but members of the family have kept almost all of it intact. Monroe has since been made into two side-by-side units. The smaller, eastern portion is sometimes called the Quincy House.

Donald Kennedy, a grandson of the first Donald Mays through his daughter, Sarah Mays Kennedy, and his ex-wife, Brenda Allan live in the larger Monroe House. Donald Kennedy is the CEO of DMA International, an investment banking concern. Although they were divorced in 1986, they reconciled in 1991, but have never remarried. Brenda Allan is listed as a lawyer of counsel at Davis and Mays, but is really more of a lobbyist at the state capitol, for both Family and other interests. They had twin daughters. One of them, Amanda, and her husband, Antoine McIntosh, live with them when they are not in Jefferson City, Missouri, where they both do lobbying. Aurora and her husband, Cody Jackson, live in Seattle where they are starving artists, at least as starving as somebody with Aurora’s trust funds can be.

Anna Eleanor Mays Cortez Mills, Donald Mays’ sister and her husband, Miles Mills, live in the Quincy portion of the building, along with Maria Cortez Bullingworth, her daughter from her first marriage and Maria’s husband, William Bullingworth and their two young sons, John and Derrick.

Sarah Mays Kennedy, the last surviving child of Donald Mays and Susan Seivert Mays, and her husband John Patrick Kennedy used to live here, but moved to Italy upon retirement in 1996. When they do come back they stay in a condominium they own in town, but frequent the compound and sometimes stay with Donald Kennedy and Brenda.

Jackson House: Emily Antonelli her daughter Christina Cedar live here.

Harrison House: This is the smallest house on the complex with only three rooms which could reasonably be considered bedrooms. It is officially the residence of Simon Simon, although since a series of strokes between 2000 and 2002 he has had to share the house with live-in nurses.

Pierce House. Donald Mays lives here. It was built sometime in the 1920s with additions and renovations in 1960 and 1992.

Polk House: Barbara Mays Fredricks [Donald Mays’ sister] and her husband Connor Fredricks live here with their daughter Anna and sometimes Connor, jr. When the house was built in 1887, it was outside of the land now known as the Compound, but was purchased along with the six acres attached to it in 1929 by the elder Donald Mays. His plan was to build a new house nearby on the plot for the principal family residence, but after the new house was destroyed by fire in 1931 he decided to use the older structure. The Great Depression had arrived and he did not wish to appear too ostentatious to the rest of the community, but the extensive work involved in rehabilitating and adding onto the structure gave a lot of work to the tradesmen of the community. Another addition was built in 1950.

Connor Fredricks, his brother, and members of his extended family own the majority of the largest grain milling company in the region with a major facility located near the railroad track and road between Elmerton and Conway Corners. Their family received much of the capital they needed to acquire the company with a loan from DM Associates Inc., a predecessor of DMA International.

Some of the family do not live in or near Conway Corners and some who live in the area do not live on the Compound. Because there are several trusts funds started by people in previous generations of the family going back to Elihu Simon, it is unlikely that anybody in the family needs employment to survive. However, most of them have decided to be employed in some way, usually in an occupation which can help bring more wealth in the direction of them and their families. One exception is Connor Fredricks, jr. who is the same age as Christina Cedar and Emily Malloy. He moved out of the Compound when he was eighteen and lives in an apartment in Conway Corners. He works as a clerk at a convenience store which is not owned by anybody in his family. He has not attended college and his parents are not happy with his decisions. They have maintained a space for him in their house, but although he visits sometimes, he always goes home for the night.

1. The Plan

NOTE: This story is entirely fiction. None of the people or places is real or based on any real person or place, past or present. This story deals with public reaction to legalized public nudity. An amount of nudity is included as part ot the story and some sexual activity is alluded to, but never specifically described. If this story were a movie it would probably be rated PG-13 or R, depending on how much of the nudity the director includes and the angles used. Read and share accordingly.

CHAPTER 1
The Plan


“Thanks to the Bear ruling, this latest example of judicial activism, we have an opportunity coming to us here in Conway Corners. You may not agree with the ruling. We’re not all sure we do, but remember, we aren’t writing the rules. The rules will change on Thursday and we’re just trying to figure out how to best play the game when the rules change.”

Edna Mays Malloy, flanked by some of her family and others in the town’s leadership, was speaking to a group of local businesspeople who had been invited to gather in the conference room of her business, Malloy Northern. None of the people invited had much of an idea why they had been invited [or summoned, depending on one’s perspective] to meet with Edna and her relatives and others in the business community, but they had come, assuming that it must be about something important and while they had all heard of the Bear ruling, most of them had not caught its import immediately.

“How’s that, Edna?” Ashley Wilkinson, the owner of the town’s independent pharmacy, asked. Others inquired similarly.

Edna answered, “Well, we’ve all heard of what our supreme court has ruled in Bear v. Beardsley. They just ruled that in most cases the state is powerless to force people to be clothed and added that cities and townships and counties can’t do it either.”

“But didn’t they put that on hold so the legislature could straighten it out?” somebody asked.

“Well,” Edna answered, “they issued a thirty day stay so the legislature could meet and suggest action. Since their ruling was based on the state constitution, it would take a constitutional amendment to totally change things back. That takes time, but there are some things they can do right away, so Governor Billings did call a special session so the legislature could take actions. And as you have probably read the special session has not been productive and now our people at the Capitol is pretty certain that the legislature will be unable to agree on how to approach things and will most likely go home today, having taken no significant action, just tightening up some language dealing with the definition of lewdness and not producing a single constitutional amendment or even a major law to .carry things over.”

“But the Attorney General said that she would appeal all the way to the federal supreme court. Won’t that take a while?” somebody asked.

“I’ll let Gordon answer that,” Edna said, looking to a younger man sitting next to her.

Gordon Mays was an attorney with Davis and Mays, a long established law firm of which his grandfather had been one of the founders. He was Edna’s much younger brother. . He was in his late twenties, tall and short-haired, looking not a lot different from what he looked like in his days as a wide receiver in high school. He had not been a lawyer long, but he was the only lawyer in the room.

“General Havercomb is just spouting and demagoging,” he said. “Any first year law student knows that federal courts cannot interfere with a state court’s ruling on a state constitutional matter. There would need to be a federal issue involved and it would have had to been raised already and from the transcripts I’ve seen it doesn’t look like that was done. And the stay which was granted specifically said that it would not be extended unless the legislature made significant progress to resolve the matter. It is a pretty good guess that if they actually do produce a constitutional amendment that the stay will be extended until the amendment can get to the voters. And they probably would extend it if a statutory plan comes out, at least long enough to rule on its constitutionality. But it looks like our legislators will do neither. Some don’t want anybody else to get credit for anything. There are a few libertarians who maybe never wanted this new freedom to be publicly naked and may not be really fond of the ruling, but will do nothing to compromise any freedom. Some want to do nothing so they can rail against the court or judges in general. When Havercomb gets rebuffed from the federal courts, and she will, they will join her in attacking the activists in the judicial systems, maybe even confusing state and federal systems. That’s been her thing all the time, to blame all of our problems on supposedly activist judges. The biggest reason that some judges get labeled ‘activist’ is poor legislation, poorly drafted. I know that some of the career lawyers in her office are embarrassed about a lot of what she does for politics. The supreme court handed the matter to Judge Stevens and she’s not an activist judge at all, just a good career jurist who likely won’t do a thing if the legislature does as little as it looks like they will.”

“In other words,” Edna went on, “it would seem that at noon next Thursday there will be no state or local authority who can outlaw simple nakedness. This gives us a challenge. I have talked it over with some of other businesspeople and my family and we think this could be a good economic development opportunity for Conway Corners.”

“How can that help us?” Ashley asked.

Edna was ready for the question. “Well, there must be a lot of ways, but let me suggest a couple right off. Look at your store. You’re surrounded by two national chains and barely hanging on. They have things which put you at a definite disadvantage. Economies of scale, preferential deals with the big insurance companies and HMOs, national reputation. But they’re big and they’re headquartered elsewhere and they don’t move so fast. But if the cashier who rings up the sale or the janitor who mops your aisles were doing it naked word would get around and people would pass by Walgreen’s or CVS and come to your place.”

She turned to Phil Eaton who ran the town’s independent book store and Laura Lyon who owned a local coffee shop. “Phil, you can see how that kind of approach helps you compared with Barnes and Noble. And Laura, Starbucks wouldn’t touch the idea of a naked barrista, at least not for quite a while.”

“Wait a minute,” Phil answered. “I do almost all of the staffing at my place myself. I can’t see me selling books without clothes on and I can’t imagine that anybody would want to see me naked. They say that you can’t judge a book by its cover but people do and my cover ain’t none too good.”

Laura chimed in, “I’m kind of like Phil. I do a lot of my own staffing. While I think I do look pretty damned good dressed or undressed --,” She was interrupted by somebody across the room muttering that he was sure that she did indeed look good undressed.

She continued, “Never mind the compliment. I don’t think I can see where this fits in my business model. And my staff probably would not be amused that we’re even talking about this. I want people to come for the coffee and the menu, not to ogle us.”

Donald Mays took over the discussion. He was about fifty, balding and thin. He was the CEO of Mays Machinery and Edna and Gordon were his cousins. The extended Mays family had long been prominent in Conway Corners’ economy. While they did not flaunt their prosperity as much as some with their means do, most of them did live in a cluster of adjoining properties on Weed’s Hill on the western edge of the town, an area much of the town called [probably originally from a derogatory comparison with the Kennedys and Hyannisport] “The Compound.” Most of the Compound was not visible from outside and what a lot of the town did not know is that the Compound was for the most part a clothing optional most of the time for members of what was often referred in the town as “the Family

Donald Mays soon made it clear that he had been in on earlier discussions.

“I think that Edna may have gotten us started on the wrong phase. We have a limited tourist industry about here. We have a few lakes and some beaches and resorts which do modest business. This is a small state and a northern one. But we are only five miles from the border and ten from the interstate. This new freedom to be nude, what some media people so cleverly call ‘Bear rights’ is a limited freedom but it is one which people in forty-nine states will not have. Our town is not on most people’s travel itineraries, although a lot of people come pretty close to us on their ways to or from who knows where. Anything which gets people here and spending money helps us all. What if one or two of our resorts became clothing optional? What if people knew that they could come into town and browse in a bookstore or sip some cappuchino and know that they would not have to cover up? And if somebody working there is also in the same spirit and voluntarily naked, what harm will that do?”

“But nobody visits a machine shop. You and your people wouldn’t be contributing anything.” Phil noted.

Donald came back, “No, not many visit machine shops. And even if total nudity is legal, I’m not going to suggest it to my machine operators. Even if they wanted to, there are safety concerns and my insurers would go nuts. But we are a part of this community and we do want it to do well. Maybe this is time to distribute the memorandum that we have worked on and give you all a chance to read it. Why don’t we refill our coffee and have more pastries while you read it and we’ll talk some more?”

Edna and Gordon started distributing the memorandum. It was on plain, white paper without any letterhead and bore no signatures. When Phil noted it, he thought to himself that if the ideas on it bombed that nobody’s name could be associated with it. It contained evidence of being hastily and/or sloppily written with both grammar and typographical errors.
ADAPTING CONWAY CORNERS’ ECONOMY TO MAKE USEOF
A NEW CLOTHING=OPTIONAL ENVIRONMENT



As a consequence of the case of Bear v. Beardsley, at noon next Thursday, it seems that people will no longer be required to be clothed in public or private places. There will be some exceptions for health or safety reasons, but for the most part how much and what a person wears will be their choice. We think that this gives Conway Corners chances for economic development. We also think that many people will find the new freedom exciting and will enjoy the opportunities that this will establish, but this memorandum deals primarily with economic matters.

We calculate that there will be many people who will once they know about our new freedoms here will wish to come to our state. We are a good place of entry for many of them. Within a two hour drive south of us there are about fifteen million people to whom we are the closest city in our state. Our limited lake resort industry has been aware of this, but we really don’t have any ability or lakes to expand the number and size of our resorts. We don’t have any Indian tribes close enough to build a casino. But we will be in what will be an almost clothing-optional state and there will not be any easier place in our state for these fifteen million people to drive to.
We also know that no matter how much we might to develop our region’s economy that we don’t want to do so in way[s] which would offend our peoples sense of dignity or which would interest an undew number of visitors here for other than legitimate reasons.

People will come here anyway even if we do nothing, so we will soon be hosting people from out of our state who will be moving throughout our community wearing no clothes. [We will also find some of our own people making use of this new freedom, their Bear rights.] We think it important that we attract the right kind of naked person. We think there will likely be three kinds of naked people coming through. There will be nudists who are now free to leave the confines of remote beaches and nudist colonies. There will be freedom-loving people who just want to enjoy life without being forced to be dressed. And there will be perverts, exhibitionists, voyeurs, and others. We will not be able to keep any of these people out of our community, but maybe we can skew the mix to the first two types of people.

To keep things in perspective, let’s just look at what will and won’t happen when the legislature goes home. Some of this is tentative since we do not know exactly how much or what the legislature will pass, but this is our best guess as of now.

Private residences will continue to be private and people can require that all of their guests remain clothed. This may seem obvious but we know that there are rumors to the contrary circulating in our shops and streets and on the internet.

Nobody can require that anybody else disrobe. Incentives may be given, but nobody can require it. This includes employers who will not be able to make employees work naked. Violations of this law can under some circumstences be considered felonies. That has always been both the law and common sense, but it seems thatn one of the few things this special session will do is to further codify this. It seems that this prohibition will apply even to bars. Only bars which are licensed as adult entertainment places would be allowed to require nudity from their employees and we have no such place in this area. As of now it is not clear whether the Alcohol Control Board or any local authority will be able to regulate nudity by either staff or patrons of other bars and taverns or that they would chose to do so, but it does seem that they would have that power. It seems likely that patrons who behave themselves will not be forbidden, but it is not certain. [see below]

Employers may be able to require that all employees remain clothed. This will undoubtedly be the case where uniforms are involved or where health/safety regulations dictate. It is likely that it will be the case elsewhere, at least until further litigation happens Of course, at will employees are bound by employers’ rule making abilities regardless.

Private business will be able to keep naked people out of their private property. While this is not stated in the court decision, the best minds we have found feel that it would seem to be implicit under property rights laws. And every bill drafted in the special session has included it.

The future of public facilities is not so clear. It seems that nudity will have to be tolerated in public parks, except perhaps when the park is being programmed for a specific use. Court rooms and maybe Court Houses will likely be under the control of the judges and county officials who work there as they have been already. There is a chance that local authorities will not be able to control places such as tax and records offices or public libraries, but the special session still might clarify that. The public schools already have dress codes for students, teachers, and staff. It seems unlikely that they would modify them just because nakedness is not illegal. We think they will implement some kind of dress requirement for school visitors, but are not certain that they can make such requirements hold up to judicial scrutiny if matters reach court.

What is lewd was considered lewd will still be considered lewd. This is made very clear in the opinion. This may lead to a lot of strange test cases, but we would caution all to watch out for lewdness constantly.

Strangely, there are still laws against indecent exposure and disorderly conduct, but nudity by itself is no longer considered indecent or disorderly. This will undoubtedly create more interesting test cases.

The Alcohol Control Board or local authorities will likely be able to control nudity in places which serve alcoholic beverages. Other court rulings have held that governments can place controls in places where alcohol is served or used when they otherwise might not. However, the process of establishing such policies and ordinances and implementing them probably means that there will be no place in the state who would have any such prohibition in place by noon on Thursday. Town and county authorities here might want to consider such action, but we are working on a strategy which would not make such a ban desirable.

It is likely that exploitation of nudity for commercial reasons will be banned and likely is illegal already anyway. The ruling specifically stated it was based on arguments dealing with disorderly conduct laws that it was not based on any commercial purpose arguments. While that leaves open the possibility that they might make a similar conclusion if the issue were argued about commercial purposes, this is certainly not a given. It is best to believe that Businesses will not be allowed to use the nudity of staff or other clients to draw more business. However, naked staff people likely will convey an attitude of goodwill to visitors.


WHAT WE ARE SUGGESTING IS A SEVERAL-PRONGED APPROACH TO HELP THE CONWAY CORNERS REGION MAKE THE BEST OF THE NEW SITUATION. IT IS A STRATEGY WHICH DEPENDS ON THE PRIVATE SECTOR FOR ACTION. GOVERNMENT ACTION IS NOT REQUIRED FOR ANYTHING MORE THAN A FEW TECHNICAL THINGS.

Strategy One. Develop a reason for desirable people to visit us. We would view desirable visitors as those who are of good moral character and who have a fair amount of disposable income.
We suggest that the resort industry in our area seriously consider not requiring guests to remain clothed in the common facilities of their resorts. There seems to be agreement among the people in this industry that their facilities are largely antiquated for this era, that they are too-much oriented to the mid-twentieth century style of resorts and that there are limited possibilities for expansion or re-orientation. While they maintain almost full occupancy the owners tell us that it is harder to do every year and gets even more difficult as aging, long-time customers are no longer able to keep coming. At least one couple who own a resort have told us that they will not erect any signage to disallow naked visitors. Another owner has told us that he will not erect such signage as long as most or many of the other owners do not. This presents opportunities for the owners, probably more for next year than this since it is already August. With no additional advertising required we imagine more people seeking to spend some or all of their vacations here and paying more for the opportunity. Expensive advertising will not be necessary because internet communications among the nudist and naturist community will spread the word for them.

Since nudity would no longer a crime there really would not be any need to institute signage indicating where it is accepted. There only needs to be signage if the business chooses to prohibit it. We suggest that other businesses in this town also not be hasty to take action or erect signage to discourage nudity at their places of business, except in those cases where there may be health or safety codes requiring other wise.

Strategy Two. Show a welcoming attitude towards the new visitors.
Although to some degree our new visitors will become some kind of tourist attraction themselves and in most cases we would not be able to control this much, in most cases will they not want to be considered as such.. And while there may be a few visitors who may not be fully socialized, most of our new visitors will likely not be people who would wish to be viewed as freaks or perverts and won’t be. Our citizenry, especially those in the hospitality businesses, will need to be careful to communicate this sense of welcome. As a corollary to this we strongly suggest that, to the extent that people and businesses involved are comfortable doing so, that staff at hospitality businesses be allowed or encouraged to work in little or minimal clothing so that visitors will realize that they are visiting a community of like-minded people instead of a community of people just waiting to take their money or put them on show. This would not be something which we could or would wish to actively advertise. Active advertising of our welcome would not only entail costs, but would possibly be illegal since the court ruling explicitly notes that nothing in it authorized nudity for commercial reasons. But in a clothing-optional state a naked person or topless female can hardly be considered to be naked for commercial reasons simply by being naked. There would need to be something specific indicating otherwise. However, we need to remember that nudity cannot be a condition of employment or thought of as a required work uniform.

Strategy Three. We need to work the college and college-age community into this.
President Brandon has told us that he is not certain what approach JGC will take about matters on campus. He assumes that they will maintain some kind of clothing required policies, but says that he cannot envision that the college will make any attempt to control what students do off campus since he questions whether the school would have the legal power to do so and is certain that any college-instituted ban would be unenforceable. We need to be sure that there is nothing we do which will alienate this market. College is on break right now so it will be hard to immediately guess how much people there will make use of this new freedom, but nationally, the college age population has been more open to the idea of social nudity than the population as a whole. The businesses which make the most from theJGC community know who they are. The rest of us should encourage them to think this matter through.

Strategy Four. Remember that we do not know how long nudity will continue to be legal. This may become a long-term public policy or it may be gone in a few months. We cannot say for sure that it won’t be killed in a matter of hours, but the language of the thirty-day stay strongly suggests that no additional stay would be considered if nothing significant were done during while it was in effect, even if next year’s regular session brought a constitutional amendment out. So it seems like it would be at least next December before any constitutional amendment could be put into affect. As noted above, some statutory restrictions could still be possible, but the basic right seems likely to last until late next year, at the earliest.

Our business community will understandably be averse to putting a lot of resources into capital improvements or advertising based on a right which may be so temporary. Fortunately, a lot can be done without extensive capital investment or advertising expense. Signs of welcome for naked people are relatively cheap and, although not actually required in most cases, may help make our new visitors feel comfortable. Since we legally cannot do a lot of active advertising on the matter we can keep advertising budgets small. Some well-placed notes on the right internet places and a couple of staged news events can get the word of welcome out to most of the people we need to reach and they can spread the word to others.

Strategy Five. Have a kick-off event at noon on Thursday to get things going.
We are suggesting that Conway Corners have some kind of a kickoff event when the court stay expires and authorities are no longer able to enforce nudity laws. This would be one of those staged news events. Since it will be in the middle of what for most of us is a workday and we are doing this on short notice it may be small and largely impromptu. But with well-placed media coverage we can be ahead of the rest of the state in getting our message of welcome out.

After there had been time for people to read the memo, Donald Mays resumed the discussion.

“Are there comments? I know there have to be.”

“I like the idea. We’ve been on a decline, albeit a slow one, for decades. This might pump some life back into this town,” Paul Peters commented. He was a principal in one of the local banks. “I know that bankers are usually thought of as a staid group, but I have to say that this sounds good. I’m not sure how good the research is, but it seems to make sense.”

“Edna sort of just suggested that I should strip to bring more people to town,” Laura noted. “But would you do that, Paul? People have heard of naked servers, at least female servers. But who ever heard of a naked banker? And how about you, Edna? I’m younger and could still have some stuff to strut and could do a pretty good job of it, but you and Donald are both old. I doubt if you’d have the nerve. And, I don’t want to be rude here, but would anybody want to look even if you did?”

“Well,” Edna answered, “I for one will, as you say, strut my stuff. I can’t say that anybody will want to watch, but Gary seems to be happy when he sees it and I really don’t think I’m so bad for an old broad.”

There was a moment of silence as most of them picked up what Edna had perhaps inadvertently confessed to. The Mays family were the leaders of the city’s business and civic communities and since her great-uncle Simon had pretty much retired and the intermediate generation passed on or moved away, Edna Malloy was often thought by people in the community to be the de facto leader of the family. People knew that Edna had been widowed for many years and that Gary Matthews who was quite a bit younger than Edna was her frequent escort at times when one was desirable, but most of them did not know that there might be more to that relationship. This revelation along with the fact that Edna seemed willing to do something so unconventional as go naked in public surprised them.

After a bit, Ashley Wilkinson broke the silence and asked, “Really, Edna. You’d run around without your clothes on in the name of community betterment?”

Edna answered. ”Yes. After a lot of thought and conference with some of the business community and my family, I have decided that if I want our town to do certain things, that I need to be ready to do so also.”

“Yeah, where?” asked Laura. “You want me to show it all in my shop to everybody. Where you gonna do it?

Donald Mays stepped in. “I think maybe Edna didn’t approach things the best way, maybe and maybe you’re reacting just a little too much, but we’re taking this thing seriously. We don’t want anybody doing anything they’re not comfortable with. This includes everyone in town, you and all of your employees. We don’t expect anybody to be naked who is not comfortable being naked. But if you or somebody at your place felt like doing it, it could send a powerful message to your patrons. I’m not sure how I can implement that at a machine shop. We have a lot of things we have to use like heavy shop aprons and goggles, but maybe we can do something to put people in the new community mood. You probably all know that I and others in our family have an interest in quite a few concerns here, including Yankee Joe’s water park, so maybe we can do some things at Yankee Joe’s and some of the other places. I think that is vitally important, but I can’t do it by myself and we still need to talk to some people. But I do think are things we can do.”

“Pardon me just a moment,” Mary Clark interjected. She was a short, mousy, forty-something woman who was the local public library director. “Our water park is like our library. It’s a place where children and families go. I don’t know that I’m comfortable with all of this. I think that even though there is a good chance that most of our new visitors will be good people, I really don’t want to expose our families to those who don’t fit in the picture we want. The library won’t open up to naked people, I’m sure, and I want the water park to take standards similar to what the schools likely will do and I hope that that’s strong.

Then she surprised them all, by adding, “But some of this sounds like fun. I might enjoy strutting my stuff too, but probably not here in Conway Corners. After all, librarians have to present an image.”

Edna switched the subject a bit, “Back to the memo. I don’t know what kind of kick-off thing we will do for sure, but we have suggested an impromptu picnic at the Central Park pavilion. We can all go over at the noon hour and have a meal. We could do it rain or shine. Those who have to go back to work can do it later and those of us with more flexible schedules can stay around and welcome those who can’t come bright and early at noon. Catering can be taken care of. And I am offering all of us a chance to get us oriented to the new situation. If there is some degree of acceptance on these ideas, we can think about them and discuss them more over the weekend and Monday evening we can have a barbecue at my place where those who wish to get more oriented to the concept can do so.”

As much as the Family influenced the city, most of those at this meeting had been to the Compound seldom or never. They found the prospect of being invited there interesting. Visiting such forbidden territory might be a temptation by itself and Edna and Donald knew that.

“What do you mean, get more oriented?” Phil Eaton asked.

“She means that you can strip at her barbecue, right Edna?” Ashley Wilkinson said. Ashley had once dated Edna’s sister Emily and knew of the Compound’s arrangements.

“Right, Ashley. Maybe nobody will take us up on it, but I figure that a clothing-optional barbecue would be worth doing. And bring your spouses or significant others and families too if you think they’re mature enough to handle it. In a few days everybody will have to be mature enough, like it or not.”

“But it won’t be legal yet on Monday,” Phil noted.

Edna merely answered, “My back yard is only visible from two other properties and they’re both in my family and nobody will complain.”

Donald Mays corroborated his cousin. “I’m one of them. Emily is the other. Nobody will complain. Emily likely will join us.” Emily Antonelli, who had dated Ashley Wilkinson between her first and second marriages was the thrice-married sister of Edna and Gordon, currently married to a football coach in California who was not living with her.

“Well, feel free to come if you want. I know it’s a weeknight and most of you will have to come from work and we will have to start a bit early because there is business to do also, but we’ll keep the food ready for those who have to come later. So why don’t we shoot for six o’clock? Let me know or call me when you can, but come anyway, even if you don’t clear the time ahead of time. Gary will do a pig if we get enough response, but we’ll make sure that there are brats and veggie burgers and other things, anyway. We’ll break about seven or seven thirty to discuss the development and what we can do. I see some of you are sneaking peeks at your watches and phones and I know that a lot of you need to be going on, so we’ll break this up right now. Some of us will stick around a bit and talk more if you have a desire to talk more.”

People started to leave. Gordon whispered to Edna, “I don’t think they’re buying the idea.”

Edna whispered back that the whole concept of legal nakedness was only seeping into the minds of the community and that the business aspects would still take a while. “I suspect that several of them haven’t even given much thought of what they’d do if a naked customer came to their place of if one of their employees came to work undressed, so how to capitalize on the situation is still a ways off for them. Actually, if Donald hadn’t discussed this with me I don’t know just when I would have started thinking about all of this. One of the things we hope we have going for us is that we might be the first town in the state to move to make use of all of this. If somebody else gets on it right away we with the best location to work from should do well.”

When most of the people had left, Phil Eaton approached them.

“Thanks for the thinking about this,” he told them. ‘I don’t think that most of us had thought about this much. I had decided that I wouldn’t throw any naked customers out, at least not at first, but had never thought of this as a business opportunity for the whole town. But I don’t think that I’m going to work without my clothes.”

“What about Danielle? You going to let her work without clothes. She’d really be a draw for you?” Gordon asked.

“You want that, don’t you little brother? You’d be there every day?’ Edna interjected. Danielle Irons was Phil’s part-time clerk, a fortyish divorcée who looked ten years younger, a thin, small-breasted woman of Korean ancestry.

Phil responded, “Well, Gordon, Danielle looks good dressed and I suspect that she looks good when she is not dressed also, but I cannot imagine that I would ever ask her to work naked, or even topless.”

Gordon answered, “Well, you don’t dare ask her anyway. Legally, it would be risky and you cannot actively market nudity. But if she were naked because she wanted to be, people would be able to find out about it by word of mouth and/or internet, but I bet they’d find out pretty quick.”

“Well, I’m not sure I’d let her work that way anyway,” Phil answered. “I’m running a bookstore for the general market, not a porn shop, and somehow it doesn’t seem that naked staff would fit in with the philosophy.”

Edna jumped in, “You’ll need to make your own choices, but you’ve got the kind of place which can make the best use of the new law. You’ve got a big chain store a mile away. They’re probably going to be corporately paralyzed for a while. They probably have a dozen lawyers looking things over and getting a dozen different ideas, but will have a hard time deciding. I can almost bet that not only will they keep their staff in uniform, but they will make the clients dress too. They have hundreds, probably thousands, of employees in the state and they will be afraid that some of them will be scared or intimidated by undressed clients. The signs will probably start reading, ‘No shoes, no shirt, no pants, no service’ or something like that. You can talk with Danielle ahead of time to make sure that a naked browser or two won’t upset her too much, but I don’t think that she will have much problem with it. That’s where our local stores have the break over the chains. We don’t have a lot of people’s attitudes to worry about. You just have to talk things over a bit with one or a few people you know. And you’ll probably get more of that college crowd.”

“Well, maybe you’re right,” Phil answered. “But Laura would have more to gain from this than I would and she seemed downright cool.”

Donald Mays had come by and had been listening. “Well, we’ve all got to think things over. You and Laura have more to think over more quickly than Edna or I do. Maybe you want to talk it over with her. I’m a little cool on naked staff, myself, unless it is clearly voluntary, and even then I would have reservations for the first weeks. It might seem like pandering. But opportunities are there. You will have customers in both of your businesses testing the new rules from the beginning, likely before the noon hour is over on Thursday. I pretty much have to keep my shop employees clothed for safety reasons and we don’t invite the general public to do business in my office area, so whatever we do there can’t really be open to a charge of pandering. Most of my office staff never sees the public and I haven’t had much of a dress code for them for quite a while, so I don’t know that it would be right to tell them to stay clothed. I’m still working on what to do with my outside staff. Since many of them go into places where clothing will be mandatory for safety reasons and many of the other places they go probably will be requiring clothes, I’ll probably make them stay dressed. But I’m still working on that one.”

‘Well, thanks for the heads up,” Phil answered. “This meeting has been good for us all. It has given us some insights we might have missed. But I better get back to work. I called Danielle in, but I know she didn’t want to work too long today and somebody has to mind the store. And I’ll do a better RSVP later, but I imagine that I’ll be talking about this with you on Monday.”

He shook everybody’s hands and departed. He also thought to himself that he would have to go on Monday if for no other reason to see the inside of part of the Compound. He had not been there before.