. . . and finds her way back to college for her sophomore year (and latest plan to get into clothes). This is from near the end of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’”. P.S . I highly recommend Bikerbloke (fka “Biker”and “Bikertoo”) and his inventive “Jenny” drawings, which were an inspiration for this series. He has them up now at Deviantart.      This is a real find.  A beautiful naked girl sleeping on the beach, lying on her stomach, arms and legs spread as if out on a mattres

She’s from Rhode Island, which is not a gun-toting state. This is from Part 19 - 20 of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’” and she's in Mississippi.          “Oh, good grief,” Dyle said, reaching over to cut off a forkful.  “Just so you know it’s not poison, or loaded with some super-strong laxative.”  He gulped it down.           Tami wrinkled her chin.  Then, still holding one arm across her breasts, she switched the silverware to the left side, took a fork and started eating.  The

This is from my new book, “Strong Naked Women”, available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Stong-Naked-Women-Historical-Examples-ebook/dp/B0FSGCS9LF/ref=sr_1_2?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.wur6PVI8LB3VmeyPTxn1PelMB578Vdmjiu2WfAFS0THGjHj071QN20LucGBJIEps.fHPl_-XrculnkzDqo99oSRcryXoltdf9GCdCEV9Qlmw&dib_tag=se&qid=1770656104&refinements=p_27%3Adonnylaja&s=digital-text&sr=1-2&text=donnylaja# June 4           Yesterday, Sunday, she had knelt down to try the blocks on Abigail, taking the pins

This is a long sequence, set about two months later, Parts 22 - 26 of “Tami the Strong”. As you can shortly tell, written in 2000.         Damn these April blizzards.           The two friends contemplated the gusty whiteness from behind the protection of the glass doors of the dorm foyer.  Outside were updrafts and downdrafts and crossdrafts of white powder, above soft white dunes a foot high, the stiff driving wind so forceful that the powder hit the glass doors with a sou

This is from Parts 3 - 4 of “Tami the Strong”. I was careful not to get too unrealistic with how a naked girl, even if well-toughened from months of exposure, would survive a Vermont winter.      Tami decided to put her mind to getting ready for the first day of classes.  They were in the dead of winter now, the deep freeze this north country was famous for.  Tami had heard that in January and February, weeks could go by without the temperature going above zero, even in the

She turned onto Rodney Street, and the modest house that was the home of Professor Eltin Schreiber of the Foreign Language Department, Ellen Schreiber of the Biology Department, and their adopted son, the Sire, though his given name was Khalil, and everyone still called him by his childhood nickname, Kai-Kai. Checking her cell phone she saw that she was right on time —7:15 a.m. She was welcomed in by Kai-Kai’s parents, who were leaving to go to a conference down in Redding. G