Only fifteen more minutes until the office closed for the day.Henry Ryan sat at his desk, his elbows propped on his desk- pad, his long slender finger... joined together in a steeple. He was thinking. Mulling over his problems and his triumphs.The Evans deal had been a good one. He'd really put one over on those East Coast bastards. Ryan chuckled. It would take about another two weeks for them to discover just how badly they'd been taken.And it was all legal. Henry Ryan never did anything. And the attic, but nobody goes up there.The storm rages outside the house. It’s cold and miserable.Inside… it’s just another Friday night for CCL. No classes tomorrow, hence the beer truck delivery. The freshmen pledges are all present and accounted for, some of them due for their initiations.CCL is well-known for its uninhibited, honest, sapphic practices. In fact, it’s become almost a brand. Being a sister of CCL is a badge of honor that identifies any girl as not being just another college. Sally and Tommy were totally in the dark as to what was going on. I had Tommy come with me foreword where I whispered to him "Four of us on board are members of the mile high club." What is that?" he asked."It is quite simple. You get it on at an altitude of over 5280 feet."He had a puzzled look on his face for about five seconds before it dawned on him. He made a mad dash toward the back of the plane grabbing Sally along the way. The lavatory door slammed shut and there were giggles and moans. I used to stay nude when I am alone at my home and sometimes when I travel to outskirts of the city I try to get naked. I also used to flash my maid and neighbours whenever I got chance. But I never tried being naked in front of my friends, family or strangers.In Sydney I used to go to beach whenever I got time. One day I decided to go to a naturist/nudist beach in Sydney. I was both excited and nervous about going there. I packed towel and water bottle in a bag and dressed in shorts, T-shirt.