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.
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.
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