Thursday afternoon and Friday had been uneventful at Java Juba Lee. Although Laura Lyon, the owner, had decided that she would tolerate but not encourage nakedness for her customers, nobody had made any attempt to enter undressed. But even as she entered her establishment at 5:45 in the morning, she knew that the first time would come soon, likely that day. She remembered blanching a bit last week about the possibility of seeing a naked Clyde and wondered whether her Saturday morning regular would impose himself upon her in such a way.
She picked up her stack of newspapers and went inside. She put her purse in her locker and started preparing for opening. At about 5:55 Twyla Morris knocked on the back door and Laura let her employee in.
“I didn’t see Clyde’s pickup out there,” Twyla said to her employer. “Do you think we might be lucky and he’s not coming?”
“Well, I don’t know if we’re lucky when customers don’t show up but I know what you mean,” Laura answered. “Let’s just get open and see who shows.”
Nobody was at the door when they opened at the appointed hour. That was not surprising, especially on Saturday. Usually, Clyde was the only one there right on the hour. The others usually took a bit more time to arrive.
Several people came and left during the next two hours. Saturday morning differed from weekdays at Java Jubilee,. Total sales were generally a bit less, but business was more consistent and did not have the surges and lulls that weekdays did. Among those who had come and gone were two J. G. Cherry professors. Laura was able to overhear them discussing something about the nudity laws and campus life, but did not really understand what they were concerned or interested about. Ashley Wilkinson had stopped by and bought a beverage to take with him to his pharmacy. He told Laura that nobody had entered his store naked yet, but that one of his employees had asked if she could work naked. He said that he told her that he would have to study the matter, but confided to Laura that he didn’t think that he would let it happen.
Laura and Twyla had been able to handle everybody comfortably. Clyde had not shown up. Lontrell was scheduled to join them at 11:00 and Laura figured that she would use his arrival as an opportunity to run a few errands, including taking the deposit to the bank. That was her usual Saturday routine and so far everything seemed routine.
About 8:00 a.m. Karen Cahill entered with her partner Taylor. They grabbed a booth and Twyla walked over to serve them. Laura figured that she had time to greet and speak to them briefly while Twyla was tending to their orders.
“I see everybody’s dressed,” Karen noted. “Has it been this way all day?”
“So far nobody since N-Day, but I know that won’t last.” Laura replied. “How is it going for you?”
“Well, we had our first clothing optional evening session last night. There weren’t many swimmers, but of course, we hadn’t done any advertising since it was intended to be a trial run. The swimmers we had seemed to have a good time, but we did have a problem outside the fence – gawkers, maybe a dozen or so, mostly male, and they weren’t always nice or quiet. Well, I guess that nice wouldn’t be the right word. Gawkers are not nice by definition, but they hooted and hollered and pointed out some of the swimmers anatomical disadvantages, but I didn’t hear any of major complaints from the guests. Of course, unhappy customers usually don’t complain. They just don’t come back. Our security people tried to get them to move on, but they seemed to know that they were on public property. Two of the city’s finest came by and told them that they were causing a disturbance on a public sidewalk and suggested that they were loitering and it shut them up for a while, but it didn’t take for the rest of the night. And I can’t say how many cameras there were, but there must have been at least one per person. But I was very pleased at how our staff handled everything they could handle. They took it all maturely and professionally. The security people I got did well too, but I think I will need to talk to Scully about more police presence. We may just have to hire an off-duty cop to patrol the perimeter. And we may still need to put up some kind of opaque fence, especially on the west side where last night’s gawkers found were looking through the chain link.”
“Well, you knew that you would have problems with gawkers. I guess that’s almost an inherent risk for a water park, even when they’re wearing suits. I’d hate to see you have to put up a wall along that edge instead of the chain link, but I suppose you might. I know that if I was a perv with a camera that I would run to your place a lot quicker than I would come here. I may get a few naked people yet, but most of the people here will still be clothed.”
“Well, you may get your first naked people today. I know that my neighbors are going to check out some places to check on what the atmosphere for unclothed people is, but I am not sure they are coming to Conway, much less which places that would be.”
“They nice folks?”
“They’re good people,” Taylor interjected. “They came into town with Karen and I the night before last when we went to the Conway City Inn and the Telegraph Room. They aren’t from around here and we were there with Edna and the mayor and some of the Family and I think they were more shocked that they were socializing with the Family than they were by naked people. They’re younger and seemed to take up with Christina and her boyfriend Justin quite easily.”
“Well, that Christina is just as sneaky as her aunt,” Laura noted. “But I have some more people here and I’d better get back to work. Good luck over there.”
Laura went back to work and Twyla brought Karen and Taylor their orders.
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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