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An Avenging Nudist

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They sit and drink coffee and eat a few biscuits and then drink a glass of wine, and another, then decide to cook dinner together. They eat it, drink some more wine and have another coffee. J then leaves, but not before she has hugged and kissed K with more vigour than ever, as if that would thaw K back to normality.

The visit, for the most part, was pretty normal. There was some gossip and some laughter. There were no further references to that fact that K was stark-naked. Or that M was gone.

After J has taken her leave, K sits on the sofa for an hour, pours herself another wine and watches TV. Then goes to her bed, her warm and cosy bed. Thankfully, K doesn't think of it as 'their' bed. The wine will have helped. She doesn't think at all. Her hand does find itself between her legs but before her instinct makes her do the business, she falls into a blissful sleep.

Monday

K wakes up at seven and gets out of bed immediately. This is normal for her. She is not one to toss a while and then force herself out of bed. Perhaps at this point it is useful to say that K has slept nude ever since she moved away from home. So, there is nothing unusual about seeing her stroll to the bathroom in the nude and then take a long hot shower.

It is a working day. It has been her habit to take that one-hour stroll before breakfast and then start work, so, we see her step outside and set off. Has she dressed for the occasion? She used to don sports bra and sportswear ...

... before. But this time, she is naked. Not counting her Converses. She has burned all her clothes, remember? That will have included her sports bra and sportswear, wouldn't it?

Like yesterday, she is a sight to behold, pretty K, but she is oblivious. Farmer N is exiting his farmhouse when K passes. He has seen K pass a million times and they have always exchanged a short greeting. 'Hey!' She casts a look in his direction and utters the usual 'Hey!' His eyes are virtually popping out of their sockets, but the word 'Hey' leaves his lips all the same. And so she passes and from a distance everything is as normal. Except she is nude. She arrives home undisturbed and intact.

She makes herself tea and toast, eats it and then signs into work. She manages to not think about M and his departure. She is her professional self. She takes the dozens of calls she is dealt with as if she wasn't nude. We, the knowing silent onlookers, we know better. We are ashamed to admit that we very much enjoy seeing her like this, nude and otherwise as normal. But we stop short of the qualification that we lust after her. (Although we do.) Work is a welcome distraction for K, helping her dispel any thoughts of M and his absence. She loved him, you know.

In the evening, after K has cooked herself a healthy meal, J and K's other local friend, I, from the next village, present themselves. J has told I of the unusual situation and together they have resolved to make K get dressed. Making her, without ...