C4 antho - Chamber Four

The Naturalists ~117~
sights were not set on the future. Instead, I was fully immersed
in the present, waiting―and dreading―the moment
when I would be kindly informed it was time to take off my
pants.
* * * *
The first rule of nudist colonies: Erections are frowned
upon.
At least in Nature’s Bounty.
“We find it makes the other citizens...squeamish,” explained
Mayor White. He leaned back, his feet propped up
on the desk, proudly displaying his own flaccidness.
“Take me for example,” he said, motioning to himself,
“exhibit A. And you’d be hard-pressed to find somebody who
can remember the last time I made anyone squeamish.”
Mayor White winked, then placed his feet on the floor.
He leaned forward, hands clasped, asked, “Any questions?”
Dad raised his hand.
“You there in the front row,” the mayor chuckled. “I kid.
Yes, Ted. What can I do for you?”
“Yes,” Dad began, clearing his throat. “Well, I was curious...I
mean, I am curious... if there are any policies related
to...co-mingling...with fellow citizens.”
“Are we talking fornication, Ted?” the mayor asked, leaning
in close.
Please don’t be talking fornication, Dad.
“Well, yes,” my father chuckled, “I suppose that’s the
word for it.”
“Well, it’s a great question, really is,” Mayor White
agreed, tapping his desk twice before leaning back in his