My Life & How It Has Changed Me Book 5

Chapter 10-2

Teacher Showdown

Part 2

Mom and Dad didn't know how long our meeting was going to last with my two teachers, so they had decided to let my three new friends babysit them while Mom and Dad had a showdown with my two teachers. Making sure I had my photo album and a few of my letters from my numerous girlfriends.

Yet we had forgotten one vital piece of information regarding our guests. Adam mentioned that his Dad was a teacher. It didn't dawn on us that the one of the teachers we were meeting was one of their parents. Until we walked into the classroom as the girls said.

"Dad, it's all true. Their nudist, they truly exist."

Almost at the same time as twins sometimes do. Hearing them giggle as they both realized they said the same thing at the same time. I gasped when I looked at their Dad and each gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Samantha said. "This is our Dad Mr. Martin Thomas, Dad. Mom said she is running late again, due to some lackey screw-up at the accounting office. She said for you to catch a bite on your way home. Considering we have all eaten with the Rothwells and they have invited us to have a family home evening with them here at the pool and go out for some ice cream. Mom said it was ok because you both were working late tonight, anyway. Oh, and Adam wants to know if it is ok if he spends the night so they can 'study' together."

I knew she wanted to say more regarding our lifestyle, but Mom and Dad had them promise, not to. That they wanted to be the ones to break the ice. This was understandable considering how most people would take it, and with the other teacher present and the school counselor sitting all in the same room. It just didn't seem to be the right time or the place. Mom and Dad shook hands with their Dad. Her Dad nodded and said. "As long as they are studying and not up all night driving his parents crazy like they do sometimes whenever they have a sleepover. I don't have a problem with that."

Mr. Martin Thomas was my social studies teacher. A man I remember the most not because of his three children but because he made an impact on my life. If it wasn't for him, I don't know where I would have ended up when my world came crashing down around me. He was there helping me pick up the pieces and putting me back on my path.

The moment I shook hands with him I knew I could trust him. That same warm feeling came over me as if in some way Jeff was standing next to him, telling me he was going to be someone important in my life. He wasn't a Bishop or member of the church anymore. But that didn't mean a hill of beans to me. I knew from experience that when this happened regardless of who the person was and what he did for a living meant nothing.

Unlike his two girls' dishwater blond hair, his was a dark brown. More black than brown and thin and cut in the popular style known back in the day as a missionary haircut. His eyes were the same color as his daughters a light highlighted green, and he was built like Dad. Tall and very muscular that you could see hiding beneath his nondescriptive button-down shirt as his muscles outlined against the thin fabric.

Everything else they must have gotten from their mother. Noticing his chin and cheekbones and the soft curvatures in places where theirs was hard and defined. Instead of the penny loafers he had been wearing earlier, he had taken off his tie and opted for sneakers as his choice of footwear. When I walked into the room, I realized that I wasn't the only one summoned to discuss my paper, as there were multiple folders labeled with the names of other students spread out on the desk. I recognized both my two papers being that they were typed and been packaged correctly according to Dad.

Mom said. "They will be in bed by one thirty, I promise."

Mr. Thomas said. "On the way home, he can pick up a change of clothes and his sleeping bag. I am just worried about him being a burden on you folks. He doesn't make friends easily and gets teased a lot by other boys. How do I say this? He's 'different' than the rest, because of a slight gene defect."

Dad grinned and said. "Not a problem. I have seen personally how different he is compared to most boys. It's nothing we can't handle as you know my wife and I have had many foster boys in our home over the years and every one of them was 'different,' including our adoptive son Eric." Dad made it clear that because they had adopted me, I was their son, not some foster kid like the ones they have taken in, in the past.

My other teacher, Mrs. Hothner, shook hands, and the school counselor whom I hadn't met until now and would be spending lots of time in his office over the school year. He stood and introduced himself, shaking their hands. "I am the school counselor Mr. Ryan Brady please to meet you all. Kids, why don't you go ahead and go down to the pool so we adults can have a chat about this young man? I have heard so much about." Dad gave them a nod telling Jared and Jason to keep an eye on their little baby brother. Like me, they were dressed for the pool wearing swim trunks and a pullover shirt, and flip-flops.

I had lent a pair of trunks to Adam, yet he still wore a pair of jeans over them and his sneakers without socks. Telling us he felt uncomfortable wearing shorts because of his noticeable long black hairy legs. Dad said he had nothing to be ashamed of, but if he would like when we got home, he would take care of that problem provided he was willing to let us shave his entire body. He nodded. He was more than willing. He didn't want it to be a negative experience when they saw him naked because of all the hair.

Dad said that we shave him because he too has the same problem, so it wasn't anything new to see boys with the same problem. Because of that, Adam wasn't afraid anymore if anyone in our house, besides his sisters or his parents saw him naked being as they as a family sometimes go skinny dipping or have gone to Japan and bathed together with family and friends, but most of all we were, die, hard nudist.

Being naked meant nothing to us. As he flipped through my book seeing my girls and my boyfriends, he was convinced that we were what we said we were, and it was the God's honest truth. He proved it by shedding his skin as he walked freely in our house in the nude, holding his head high.

Mr. Rayon Brady was my American Fork school counselor and was an assistant coach of the wrestling team here. He was small in stature, being five foot three inches. I could see slightly over his head, but not much. I hadn't quite reached my last growth spurt, of being five foot nine inches where my father and my grandmother never reached that height and would lose them easily in a clothing store because I forget to look down and been known to pass them when looking for them.

Aaron and I were the tallest in our family. My two sisters took after my father from their meanness and to his height.

Mr. Brady was a run-of-the-mill average guy with blue eyes and a round melon head with clown hair sideburns or what some call a bowl on top of his bald head that could give an off a smooth circumference. But don't let his size fool you because under that masculine body was a powerhouse of power that could take down a charging rhino on any wrestling mat.

He was divorced with visitation rights, meaning that his children lived with their mother, and why he worked two jobs working full time as a school counselor and part-time coach, coaching the wrestling team. He gave me and Dad a powerful handshake, which said he wouldn't take any crap from us as he introduced my English teacher Mrs. Hothner.

The second she saw me and my Dad she was curious to see if I was lying or telling the truth. I could see her questioning if this was such a good idea to confront the monster in the room. Just like in the classroom, she was all business up front and laying down the law as she picked up my two papers, and placed them in front of us. She was every kid's nightmare when it came to homework and her red pen, but also so attractive that when she didn't know us boys were looking, we would foam at the mouth as if we were looking through a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue.

But unlike the boys in my class, I was immune to her womanly charms. Being a nudist, it would take more than a girl's naked body to get me completely aroused. I needed foreplay, but the prettier they were the easier it was to get aroused, and she did on numerous occasions when she wore certain clothing that showed off those womanly qualities.

She was a brunet with auburn hair cut shoulder length and eyes made of blue steel, with a soft undertone, almost roundish face but squared slightly at the chin and her nose. Her long legs looked like they could go on forever and a very cute butt and hips that said come and get some boys. She looked hot in her gray plaid skirt and white button-down white blouse, standing tall in her nylons with her black shoes sitting by her desk.

I noticed Dad noticed her charms as her blouse was slightly open enough showing a sizeable portion of her breasts. She noticed us looking and gave us each a smile and slowly leaned back, doing her best not to let us think that she was on the menu. Mom picked up both my papers and thumbed through them, noticing they had been read quite a lot, seeing the edges of the crisp paper worn. She smiled and crossed her legs and waited for the onslaught of questions.

Mr. Brady got right to the point and said. "I am a little concerned about how your son Eric has written a very shocking and very seductive paper. Regarding a family vacation at a nudist colony and how he tells of all the things he did while he was there. Our main questions are that he stole some of his writing from a romantic porn novel because nudists are not known to live in our great State of Utah or generally outside of our scope in foreign countries where the laws can't touch them.

"So, he is either lying or plagiarizing, because if it was real then we have an issue that needs a little more clarification. I have asked the two teachers to hold off giving their final grade until we can determine which is the case."

Mom and Dad grinned at them and placed my book on the desk, having them open it seeing all they needed to see that I was telling the truth. I introduced them to my three mermaids, watching them blush slightly and my three other close friends like my boyfriend Dillon and their family. The only ones in the room that seemed ok with it. The fact that everyone, including me in the pictures was completely naked, was Mr. Brady and Mr. Thomas, which was quite unusual at the moment. Then again, they were or had children of their own.

Mrs. Hothner was the only one who seemed to have a nuclear meltdown when she saw both my parents and my brothers posing naked as a family, with other nudists. She said, shaking her head. "I was really hoping it wasn't true, that it was something out of a boy's creative imagination or copying from a dime store novel. I am sorry, son, for doubting you.

"You did warn me several times, but I needed to know if it was true or if you were just being a class clown seeking attention. I don't know what to say regarding all the bad things you and your family have gone through, as I have read both papers and would like to discuss with you in a more comfortable setting other than a cold, boring classroom.

"Yet when I read both papers. I was finding similarities you had mentioned in both papers, and it made me think that you had thought of doing one paper instead of two, and if you had, young man. I guarantee you a big fat 'F' I don't reward slackers or lazy students regardless of whether you turned in typed or well-written paper that any high school teacher would give bonus points for making it look as if you are getting ready for college. And you mean business."

Dad nodded and said. "So, what did you think of his two papers? Assume you have read both of them between the three of you?"

Mrs. Hothner only asked one question if I really did all those things. I smiled and said. "That, and then some. Let's just say I am well indoctrinated in the art of being a nudist. And according to my girls in that book, I have been with as well as a few boys. That Mom and Dad have taught me and my brothers the art of lovemaking to the point. I have to run before every girl and boy who sees me or hears me read those papers. Or have talked to my friends here at school. Want to rip my clothes off just so they can find out how true it is?"

Everyone laughed as they imagined me running down the hallway in my birthday suit with nearly every girl in my class and a few boys chasing me. I couldn't understand how they felt. That it was funny when I was being serious. I had yet to tell Mom and Dad about my panty grams.

Dad placed several letters that I have yet to answer that described in great detail what they can't wait to do to me when I visit them next summer. He also handed them each two documents. One was to not to discuss our way of life with anyone other than the people that were in our circle of trust. The other was a copy of an agreement that if they decided to want to know more about us the only way they get in the door was to sign that document. Mom and Dad were just looking out for our family and friends who were practicing nudism and had adapted to our lifestyle even though they weren't true nudists.

Dad handed the third document to Mr. Thomas regarding my little club of nudist friends. Giving him the option of letting his two daughters and his son join my little club. He placed my two membership cards on the table that said I was a member of the Garden Club.

Writing a number to call if they want more information about it. Plus, my membership card that the kids in my club would carry. Stating they have read the rules and have been given permission to participate. Then hand them back to me once everyone has a chance to look them over. It was hard to get a reaction to how they took it.

Dad told Mr. Thomas to think about it and said point blank. "Your son Adam will not have any trouble making friends any longer, because he is different. I have had a long talk with him regarding his so-called little problem, and he really wants to be accepted into our group of friends, and I feel that your daughters also would like to be given a chance. After being discarded by ignorance and prideful LDS people.

"We, as a group look out for each other. No harm will come to him or your daughters. All secrets are safe in our mists. We don't judge anyone no matter how different they are. We are loving, peaceful people, that we like our privacy, but when we are accused of being devil worshipers or liars, adultery, and such. You will find it is untrue. The only thing you will find is love and acceptance among us. We do nothing in secret. We are upfront and honest with each other."

Dad handed back my papers and said. "His Mother and I, had him tell of his experiences in great detail for two reasons. One was to show that he was not afraid of being noticed as being "different." The second was to let you know who we are and what our life has been like, the good and the bad. We wanted people to know that we are not the ones they should be painting a target on our backs.

"We just want what everyone else wants and that's acceptance, and we all have our own life problems and challenges. Ours are our two boys Shawn and Arthur and what they have done and what they are. They are a threat to what our society is becoming. They are a blight on our good name as parents.

"It pains me and my wife that we have to keep them locked up and, on a leash, or they will be either killed by someone that has decided that they are not worth saving or they will pray upon others. We left that life behind, but kept the principles and are teaching our children our lifestyle. We left our community because in it they would have been put to death for their crimes. We chose to leave so we could avoid killing children that have been forced upon by sexual predators.

"Fearing they were becoming those same predators. But we never counted on the ones in our own backyard in a small town of Highland. Whereas here it is a good chance that everyone here is LDS and following principles of the church. We believe in the foundations of the church and its principles. We don't believe in its people any longer for what has happened to our family this past year. So now you have met us, and now it is up to you how you judge us and our son, Eric."

We waited in silence as we noticed the clock on the wall stating it's been almost an hour. Dad said. "If you don't have any further questions. I need to attend to my family." Mom and Dad stood up, and we all shook hands.

Mr. Thomas reached for a pin and signed all three documents asking if it was alright if he joined us for family home evening. He also handed me back my paper long enough to so I could see the grade he was giving me. An 'A' plus and one hundred extra bonus points fifty for being typed, twenty-five for the length and the detail and last twenty for standing bravely before the class as they judged me for telling the truth. Mr. Brady signed his as well, said he would like to join us too if it was ok. So, he could get better acquainted with me and my family.

Mrs. Hothner was the only one that needed time to think about it. But she did scribble out the 'D+,' and changed it to a 'B,' with fifty bonus points for it being typed and said. "I would have given you "A" young man, but we need to talk about the logistics because you are head of the class in some areas, but not so much in others when it comes to spelling and grammar. But with the fifty bonus points, it is still an "A." I expect all your papers typed like this from now on."

I nodded and said, "thank you."

She asked for my paperback so she could add it to her record books and make a copy of it, asking for my permission first of course. I nodded that she could because it wasn't unusual for teachers to keep some of their best student's papers on hand so the class could use them as a study reference. She wrote a quick note giving it to my Dad. I looked over his shoulder and read it said dinner at your home Thursday seven-thirty. Two place settings, underlining secrets. Dad smiled and folded it inside his pocket.