This young fifteen year old girl seemed to accept the idea of open, public nudity without a moment’s hesitation and could not understand why any one...would really want to stand against it. It all just seemed so ‘normal’ to her.The concept of becoming a Lifestyle Nudist herself was also one that had gained quite an acceptable foothold in her own developing mind and one that quite suddenly sprang to life as a fully fledged personal desire and goal when she got off that bus. Polly Legett had also. Her bronze skin shimmered in the fluorescent lighting, as he stared her down taking in her toned thighs and calves and painted toes. “I need to get laid!” he thought to himself. “Yea, need something?” “The chief ain’t here, is he?” “It’s ten fucking fifteen at night, what do you think?” Jay smiled. Her sass always turned him on. For a few fleeting moments, his mind wandered off to the first time she’d got exasperated with him and talked back. It had been one hell of a day that one, but her lip. Shortly after they had passed the equator, Sophie's father began to suffer some distressing intestinal difficulties that grew progressively worse. She did all she could to tend to his needs but he seemed to be sinking into a morass of confused comprehension about his surroundings and even her identity. It was most concerning to her and she was also quite weakened by the lack of sleep in caring for her sire.She was heading back to the galley with the empty pot of soup that her father had finally. She broke the kiss. "Um, aren't you hungry?" Desperately; should I pull out the bed?" Nope! You should put up the table." Unfolding the legs of the card table and setting it were the two tasks which another person could do to help the cook. The kitchen could hold two people, if they were good friends; but they couldn't do much food preparation. Jeanette loaded their plates in the kitchen and handed them out. Then they were sitting across from each other."Do you want to say the grace tonight?".