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

Another smile from Dareen.  “I don’t eat pork.  My religion.”  Then quickly she said, “I’ll have the pizza burger.”  She knew Billy was feeling awkward, first ordering beer and then recommending ham.  Yet she was liking him more.  They had never hung out like this before.  It made her feel relaxed, less shy.           As they ate Dareen noticed Billy wasn’t touching his beer.  Finally she said, “I order you to drink that.”           Billy obliged with a modest sip.  “You don’

The flight test was a relief, a momentary respite from the constantly peering eyes.  They had gone out to a clearing, branches snapping under her feet as she walked, then Dr. Vanaver had set up his radar gun and all she had to do was jump and be off.  Up past the tops of the trees she was out of their sight, though the sensor she clasped in her hand told them where she was.  She felt good doing her loop-de-loops and dives and ascents as if she were once again in the night sky

The boy had to be kept naked at all times, and nudity, even so innocent and well-meaning, was a stumbling block to many cultures, even with him still in Semillas. As she took another sip she remembered reading about the long back-and-forth between the Region 4 people and the Health Minister of the emerging country of South Sudan, an afflicted area where the Project had already run an obstacle course to get official approval for penetration. Fortunately the official language o

Angela tuned back in to the conversation around the snack bar table. She noticed that the three women were listening quietly while the young men were talking. This gave the air of a polygamous society with “sister wives” who were utterly subservient. Of course that was not true here. But the women were from far away and not familiar with what was going on in Semillas, so their lack of comment was not surprising. During a lull one of them, Ms. LePen, finally spoke up.

Ms. Chakravarty had to put a damper on adolescent enthusiasm. “It’s not quantity that matters,” she said with as gentle a voice as she could manage. “Many men new to Tantrism see it as some kind of game. They treat the woman like she’s a, well, a pinball machine.” “A what? Oh . . .” The boy at first did not understand the historical reference, but then remembered. “It’s more a matter of intensity,” the older woman explained, “which has a spiritual element to it. I’ll send you

“Here we go again, Steve.  If this is what I think it will be, they will let us in just as she is reaching, uh, sexual climax.  Mr. Zhou?”             “Yes, Mr. Dynarski, Mr. Poris.  If you will only wait a moment . . . you may enter now.”             “OHHHH!  OHHHH!”             “Steve -- don’t look away! . . . YOUR HIGHNESS, GOOD AFTERNOON!”             “OHHH!  OHHH!  ohhhh  . . . G - good afternoon . . . Nick . . . ohhh . . . “             “This is horrible!”             “

The game of dodgeball started slowly, each side afraid to go after the other, but soon both sides got more aggressive and each found their style.  The guys, at least the stronger guys, lost any inhibition about throwing as fast as they could.  Rod wasn’t among the strongest but he tried not to cower in the back like the unathletic boys.  He protected the right flank, dodging successfully and throwing his shots as hard as he could -- at the girls’ legs, the best strategy.    

“It’s nothing, chica.  It’s the beautiful body God gave you.  You’re no puta.  You’ll still be a virgin!  And it’s for a good cause!” ​         Remembering Rosa’s comforting words did not help.  It was her third dance and it was now time for Guadalupe -- stage name “Naughty Nina!” -- to take off her G string.  She said a short prayer and, careful to keep her hips gyrating, balanced her petite body carefully on the clunky, ridiculously high heeled sandals.  She bit her lip as

Next on the agenda was “Greetings from the Sire”. It was Frau Redl who had the honor of introducing him. “Members of the International Assembly, observers, staff, Board Members, physicians, members of the press, I am proud to introduce the young man who powers the Project, feeding it every day, making it grow, who has given so much, in a literal sense, for the health of the human race, the Sire, Khalil David Schreiber, or as we all know him, Kai-Kai! ” Another

This is Part 4 of “Tami, the Naked Freshman”. Percy Jorgon, age 52, Dean of Campbell - Frank College for three years, Assistant Dean at another college for eight years before that, was a longtime veteran of bureaucratic politics.  He was good at stroking egos, and at gently crushing them.  He knew how to get his point across with such subtlety that one could hardly know that the point was his.  He could engineer controversies and purges without anyone being able to de

This is Parts 9 and 10 of “The Long Escape”.         It was not one of your more glamorous exhibition halls, a little run down, Tami told herself as they drove up to it.  It reminded her of the auditorium part of her high school, only bigger.  Actually it was a remodeled hockey rink, with a modest front entrance, above which was a little banner that said, “Sexpo 2001”.           The nude girl bit her lip.  She knew McMasters would be demonstrating some of his sex toys, using

On this spring evening, around the dorms at Campbell - Frank College, the scent of newly risen flowers and fertile, moist earth mingled in the air with young voices from the open windows.   From Pilgrim Hall, Rankin Hall, and the other dorms, students could be heard chatting, laughing, sometimes singing, music from CD’s playing here and there.   Mid-terms over, finals a long way away, an easy, carefree season.           In Pilgrim Hall, Room 207, Jeanette and Latosha, sociolo

He caught up with Brigid after the bell, and walked with her toward the new wing for their last period, Chemistry.  But they didn’t get there because Ms. Kleinfelter stopped them.  She seemed nervous and rushed.           “Miss O’Dierna, sorry for imposing again, but .  .  .  new uniform .  .  .  changes .  .  .  why don’t we go into my office here.  It will only take a minute.”           Ms. Kleinfelter whisked Brigid into her office.  Rod waited in the hall, looking at the

The class went on for the next few minutes, during which Mr. Gianelli reviewed the quadratic formula and the guys in the back of the room reviewed Brigid’s bare shoulders and either her left or right butt cheek, depending on which side of the room the guy was on.           “Attention.  Brigid O’Dierna, please report to the Principal’s Office.”  It was the scratchy voice of Ms. Kennedy, the Main Office secretary.           This announcement jolted everyone.  What is going on? 

Rod tried to fight his way in to see what the crowd of kids was looking at, without seeming like he was trying to imitate the gametime moves of the football team guys who were in their uniforms on this “Uniform Day”.  There was one overhead light that was brighter than the others, in the center of the lobby, and that was what they were crowding around.  Rod was not a short guy but he couldn’t get a glimpse, especially since some of the Tunemasters even came to school in their

This is parts 19 - 21 of “Tami Beethoven”, told through the eyes of Professor Vanessa Congi (whose name, like several in these stories, is taken from the works of F.E. Campbell, whom I owe a great debt to). In “Tami Beethoven”, Tami has become used to permanent nudity and is constantly pursued by a small army of “TL’s”(Tami Lickers).    “Sorry to interrupt your work, Tami,” said Assistant Dean for Student Affairs Vanessa Congi.           “That’s -- uh -- O.K.  I’m -- uh -- a