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Besides, I’m sure the ladies wouldn’t mind a little company before dinner.” He waggled his eyebrows and then laughed at my look of surprise.

“Hey,” he said, “your old man isn’t so old after all.”

I knew for a fact that he wasn’t, and I secretly hoped I’d be as horny as he was when I reached his age.

Kirk and Doug snapped me out of my reverie when they returned with the largest rug. Dad and I set aside our dust mops to help roll it out. Then we moved the couches back into position and shed our clothes to join the ladies as proper nudists.

I had an idea, so I pulled Susan aside and asked for her car keys.

“What’s up?” she said as she dug them out of her purse.

“Trying to think ahead for a change.”

“Mmm hmm. Can I borrow Christy too?”

“Thanks. Dinner in… what? Ten, fifteen minutes?”

“About fifteen.” She arched an inquisitive eyebrow but let me go without any more questions.

“Where’re we going?” Christy asked as we climbed into the car.

“You’ll see.” A minute later I parked outside Susan’s house.

Christy followed me inside with a mixture of eagerness and confusion.

“What’re you up to?”

“Linen closet is this way,” I answered cryptically. She followed and looked puzzled when I opened the door and gestured.

Susan always kept a supply of beach towels, a sort of lost-and-found collection that changed over time. Old towels went home with people as she lent them out and they forgot to return them, but different ones replaced them when other people accidentally left them behind.

“Always know where your towel is,” I said to Christy.

“What’re you talking about?”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

I handed her a small stack and grabbed a larger one myself. I did a quick count to make sure we had enough for everyone. Then I led her back to the kitchen and set them on the table. She followed suit but looked confused when I took the top towel and set it on the counter next to the sink.

“Behold, the towel,” I said grandly. “Just about the most massively useful thing any nudist can carry. You can sit on it. You can dry yourself with it.

You can lie in the sun on it. You can even wrap it around yourself if you’re cold.

“Everyone at camp carries one in the summer,” I continued. “But it’s winter, so none of us had them in the clubhouse. We’ll need them for the hot tub later, too.