But again, people had a right to be different, and the nudists had as much a right to be different as the Amish. Roger felt he could tolerate being ar...und the nudists, and what the hell? In time he might even come to enjoy it.Friday afternoon was coolish, and not weather in which Roger felt like he wanted to spend time outside in the nude, so for once not feeling very sociable, he decided to just hang around the motor home and finish reading a book he'd started days before. It was a good J.D.. I was on top of Zoe, pumping into her, feeling the heat rise from her chest, watching her blonde hair blow in the breeze. My hand reached up and scratched my nose. The sun was in my eyes. Slowly I began to wake.Zoe’s face was poking over the edge, grinning at me from her bed beside and above me. Her eye lashes fluttered, her big doe eyes greeting me warmly. Her blonde hair had a hint of blue in it. “Good morning, Twain” she said quietly, wide awake “Have you slept well?”My mind was full of. "Yes, I did", Jeff said and then Lucy fell silent, clearly thinking about something.Before he could ask, Amelia stepped into the room. "Dinner is ready", she said, not even surprised to find Lucy naked and Jeff half undressed. "Alright, we're coming", Jeff said, he and Lucy standing and walking into the kitchen.Jeff sat down at the table and Laura set a plate of food in front of him. As the girl's sat down, Jeff cleared his throat. "I think, as the temporary man of the house, that we should. Have you and Luke talked about why he's living with us?" I know his mom died," I replied quietly, still staring at the picture. "If that's what you mean." Do you guys talk about that?" Eddie asked curiously."Sometimes," I admitted. "I think we can understand each other..." I suddenly stopped and looked at Eddie. "Hey, Eddie, why's his dad in jail?" He told you that, too?" Eddie asked, seemingly surprised.I nodded. "He wouldn't say why."Eddie looked thoughtful for a moment, and a little torn."Do.