Seven

Marion was comfortably slouched in an armchair in the lounge. The television was on but she was pinching the fat over her stomach. There was still a fair amount left although it was significantly reduced from the summer, in fact she had lost eight pounds in a month. This had been achieved without a single visit to the gym. Of course the Greek root of the word was gymnos which meant naked. I’ve invented a new diet, she thought, nudity in a cold climate.

Her reverie was interrupted by her husband who stole into the room as a thief into the night.

“Marion, will you put some clothes on the Jenkins’ will be here in a moment”

“You know perfectly well they won’t arrive for another hour. Besides” she gestured towards her clothes folded neatly in the corner of the room “I can get get dressed in a trice” Brian sighed, he had a strong suspicion she was well practiced at getting dressed in hurry.

“I hope this will not carry on all holiday”

“What dear”

“You, naked” he replied sharply

“And what’s wrong with my body. Too fat, too ugly, keep it covered at all costs”

“There’s nothing wrong with your….. in fact it’s….” Brian felt he was a small toy train that was about to come off the rails. As much as he tried to express his hopes, his fears, his brain was befuddled and his tongue severly twisted as his wife reclined, breasts spread across her chest idly curling her pubic hair in her fingers

Marion decided to change the subject. “I was thinking of shaving it off, like Isla.”

Brain was totally confused now “What?”

Marion smiled. “My pubes dear” She smiled as her husband blushed bright red.

Oddly enough, in the seclusion of her bedroom, their daughter was coming to the opposite conclusion and resolved to grow her pubes back. She was shocked at that thought, for there was no point in letting her pubic hair grow if her parents would not see the result. Even more startling was the thought of spending the remainder of her holiday in a state of casual nudity was oddly appealing. She had been about to get dressed and return to the lounge, but decided not to bother. So Isla went downstairs as she had come up, stark naked. As she entered the lounge and sat opposite her mother her father clapped his forehead in despair and stalked form the room.

“I think he’s finding it hard to adjust” Marion told her daughter.

“Frankly I’m not surprised” Isla replied “Why are you doing this Mum”
“I quite like being naked” she replied honestly.

“Mm, I can see the appeal. Do you think we are naturists?”

“You may be dear, but I’m a nudist”