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Not bad for someone who hadn't even hit forty yet.An early may heat wave had finally broken today, giving way to an almost picture perfect 70 degree day. The slight breeze felt great on Sarah's breasts, teasing her nipples ever so slightly. In short, it was a great day&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/Odu4yhXXAVg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7862438513837823912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=7862438513837823912" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/7862438513837823912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/7862438513837823912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/Odu4yhXXAVg/how-sarah-became-nudist-epilogue-twenty.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Epilogue- Twenty Years Later" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-epilogue-twenty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ANQH8-eCp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-1209454121179543866</id><published>2007-12-18T22:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:43:11.150-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:43:11.150-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 22</title><summary type="html">Sarah sat in the office lobby looking over the new issue of Time magazine, which had just been released that morning. There was a picture of her on the cover, leaning against a building and smiling, naked from head to toe. She thought they'd Photoshopped it a little too much, giving her skin a plastic look, but overall it was a good picture. "For months, Sarah Mariano has let the world see her &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/aM-lS7Qwpzg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1209454121179543866/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=1209454121179543866" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1209454121179543866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1209454121179543866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/aM-lS7Qwpzg/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-22.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 22" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-22.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACQH4zeyp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-4012687468582326401</id><published>2007-12-18T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:42:41.083-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:42:41.083-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 21</title><summary type="html">Sarah woke up to smell of pancakes. She reached over but realized Yukiko wasn't there. Had it all been a dream?No... she was in Yukiko's bed, she realized. Last night had really happened. Sarah spent several minutes just laying there. She felt comfortable, safe, good.The sun shone brightly through the window, falling on her skin and filling her with a pleasant warmth. The clock on the nightstand &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/dOmz6SXhLgk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4012687468582326401/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=4012687468582326401" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/4012687468582326401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/4012687468582326401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/dOmz6SXhLgk/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-21.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 21" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-21.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHR3w6fSp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-5155932840412004584</id><published>2007-12-18T22:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:42:16.215-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:42:16.215-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 20</title><summary type="html">Sarah couldn't remember how she'd ended it with Barb, or anyone else at work that day. Maybe she maintained herself long enough to keep up appearances, maybe she'd just walked out. Now, she just had to get out of public. Forever, if she could. Instinctively, there was only one place she felt safe, and that's where she headed. She shut everything else out, and paid no heed to other pedestrians or &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/GQijGeozGtI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5155932840412004584/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=5155932840412004584" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/5155932840412004584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/5155932840412004584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/GQijGeozGtI/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-20.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 20" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-20.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AERns-eyp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-5501497268926849454</id><published>2007-12-18T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:41:47.553-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:41:47.553-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 19</title><summary type="html">The news tore through the office fast. The verdict had come in, and the settlement was huge. $150 million! It meant six figures for each of the plaintiffs and big bonuses for almost everyone in the firm.Of course Sarah, as an intern, would see none of that, but she was happy nonetheless. She'd seen first hand just how much S-mart had wronged the nudists, and how much work everyone here had put &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/PhbpFc08fRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5501497268926849454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=5501497268926849454" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/5501497268926849454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/5501497268926849454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/PhbpFc08fRo/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-19.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 19" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-19.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMRXo8eSp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-603846055041305473</id><published>2007-12-18T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:41:24.471-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:41:24.471-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 18</title><summary type="html">It was half past midnight when Sarah and Yukiko arrived back home. The day had ended with a celebratory dinner; the case was wasn't over yet, but everyone was convinced that Sarah's testimony had clinched it. Sarah had been obliged to attend - but all she'd really wanted to do was have some time to herself to think, and process the raw emotions that had surfaced while she was on the stand.Now &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/FpxLF-h4pZQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/603846055041305473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=603846055041305473" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/603846055041305473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/603846055041305473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/FpxLF-h4pZQ/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-18.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 18" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-18.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EARH0ycCp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-2543453271838019822</id><published>2007-12-18T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:40:45.398-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:40:45.398-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 17</title><summary type="html">Sarah stood below the half naked lady justice in the main entrance hall of the courthouse. Sarah wondered what the symbolism of her nudity was; was justice supposed to be immodest? Was it supposed to say that Justice was transparent and exposed? Or did the sculptor simply like boobs?It had been three weeks since the last time she'd been here - a whirlwind of long hours and intense preparation &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/EBmrcP_qwuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2543453271838019822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=2543453271838019822" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/2543453271838019822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/2543453271838019822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/EBmrcP_qwuc/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-17.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 17" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-17.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EFSX8-eip7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-361110707378111912</id><published>2007-12-18T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:40:18.152-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:40:18.152-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 16</title><summary type="html">Yukiko returned at some point during the night, but Sarah didn't get to see her before heading to work the following morning. The euphoric feelings she'd felt with the other nudists the day before quickly disappeared as she boarded the subway wearing nothing but her heels, doing her best not to react to the way that businessmen were staring at her breasts.By the time she'd reached the office &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/yCpwDeVB35I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/361110707378111912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=361110707378111912" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/361110707378111912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/361110707378111912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/yCpwDeVB35I/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-16.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 16" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-16.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IMQnk7fSp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-1040539810056218569</id><published>2007-12-18T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:39:43.705-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:39:43.705-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 15</title><summary type="html">Sarah wandered the halls of her dormitory, feeling a little overwhelmed as she tried to find her way back to the lobby. Her parents had dropped her off hours ago, and she was feeling that combined sense of liberation, excitement, and fear at living independently for the first time in her life. It was the first day, and it felt a little weird being on her own, naked, over a hundred miles from &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/_IlxPL2Cq7U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1040539810056218569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=1040539810056218569" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1040539810056218569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1040539810056218569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/_IlxPL2Cq7U/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-15.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 15" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-15.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IASHcyeip7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-780443181107403779</id><published>2007-12-18T22:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:39:09.992-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:39:09.992-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 14</title><summary type="html">Things seemed to go downhill for Sarah over the next two weeks. She rarely saw Tom in the office anymore, and he'd grown pretty distant when he was there - Sarah wondered if her after hours "performance" had made Tom to lose respect for her, and see her as the naked slut she felt like. She hadn't found much by way of friendship among the rest of the staff, either. Some were genuinely nice people,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/aUMboDvIWi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/780443181107403779/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=780443181107403779" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/780443181107403779?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/780443181107403779?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/aUMboDvIWi4/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-14.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 14" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-14.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGRHg7fyp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-6294706717360610549</id><published>2007-12-18T22:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:38:45.607-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:38:45.607-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 13</title><summary type="html">Sarah stood in the line outside The Ruck with Kierra and Fleur, waiting for the bouncer to let them into the club. She couldn't believe that she was here... and didn't want to think about what humiliations might await her once they got inside. The only positive note was that Yukiko had agreed to join her; she'd seemed surprised that Sarah had suggested it, but was happy to come along.Even so, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/EIpx-OKC2jU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6294706717360610549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=6294706717360610549" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/6294706717360610549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/6294706717360610549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/EIpx-OKC2jU/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-13.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 13" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IERHwzeSp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-1889604109866910511</id><published>2007-12-18T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:38:25.281-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:38:25.281-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 12</title><summary type="html">Wearing nothing but a security badge hanging from her neck and a smile, an exhausted Sarah crossed the lobby of the office building, glad for the respite from the constant stares of pushy morning commuters. She gave a cursory hello to Jim the security guard as she walked by, trying not to think about how he'd watch her on those video monitors of his.It was Monday morning, and Sarah felt half &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/KwT1E6Cdp0w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1889604109866910511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=1889604109866910511" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1889604109866910511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1889604109866910511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/KwT1E6Cdp0w/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-12.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 12" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-12.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMQ3s_fyp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-7722440368981438054</id><published>2007-12-18T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:38:02.547-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:38:02.547-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 11</title><summary type="html">Sarah's mom, sporting an elegant summer dress, looked pensive as she sat at the restaurant table. To her right sat Yukiko, wearing pants and a light blouse. Both women were dressed in accordance with the upscale atmosphere of the restaurant they were at. Sarah, sitting to Yukiko's right and directly across from her mom, sat naked - uncomfortably aware of the way her exposed breasts hung just &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/tv8zVDEPQjk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7722440368981438054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=7722440368981438054" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/7722440368981438054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/7722440368981438054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/tv8zVDEPQjk/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-11.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 11" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGR38_cCp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-2568054600098052434</id><published>2007-12-18T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:37:06.148-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:37:06.148-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 10</title><summary type="html">Fridays, Sarah had learned, were basically the same everywhere. No matter how busy an office normally was, what went on there, or how many people were normally workaholics, pretty much everyone found an excuse to be gone by 4:30. So it was that Sarah found herself doing the last of her work in a half empty office.Which she was actually happy about. Sure, she'd have liked to have taken off early &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/KcvLBLFu5qo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2568054600098052434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=2568054600098052434" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/2568054600098052434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/2568054600098052434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/KcvLBLFu5qo/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-10.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 10" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNRnkzeyp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-1828520950835945981</id><published>2007-12-18T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:36:37.783-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:36:37.783-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 9</title><summary type="html">Sarah walked back into her apartment with a huff. The whole afternoon had been a waste - she hadn't seen Kierra again after they'd returned from lunch, but she'd been too distracted to focus on her work. Her thoughts kept moving between Kierra, and her own reaction to the humiliations she'd suffered that day.Why oh why does it excite me so much?She threw herself onto the big sofa in the middle of&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/sPbl1QIuEtc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1828520950835945981/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=1828520950835945981" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1828520950835945981?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1828520950835945981?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/sPbl1QIuEtc/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-9.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 9" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-9.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QDR384fyp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-2673542959629595718</id><published>2007-12-18T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:36:16.137-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:36:16.137-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 8</title><summary type="html">Sarah finished sorting the paperwork on her desk. With a sigh, she got up to go file it.So far, she'd adjusted well enough to being naked while at her desk. The constant busywork was enough to distract her from her nudity, mostly anyway, and it the desk she'd been given was in a corner of the office that saw little foot traffic except for a few of the other interns working in the same spot.But &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/w8lvpbKVDpo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2673542959629595718/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=2673542959629595718" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/2673542959629595718?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/2673542959629595718?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/w8lvpbKVDpo/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-8.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 8" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-8.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BQHo4eyp7ImA9WB9UFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-8680434635023031619</id><published>2007-12-13T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:57:31.433-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-13T14:57:31.433-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nudity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exhibitionism" /><title>Blink</title><summary type="html">The first time it happened I was riding the E Train to Port Authority, on my way to see some friends in Jersey. There was nothing really remarkable about it; nothing at all seemed unusual before it happened. It was a Saturday afternoon, sunny, just a little too warm to be called "perfect" though. I was wearing a blue dress and sandals - sexy, but nothing really too revealing. The train was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/bq1ydXKnyM0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8680434635023031619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=8680434635023031619" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/8680434635023031619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/8680434635023031619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/bq1ydXKnyM0/blink.html" title="Blink" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/blink.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMASH0ycSp7ImA9WB5VGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-260257770202452049</id><published>2007-08-12T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:27:29.399-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-12T21:27:29.399-04:00</app:edited><title>What Happened to Me at the Coffee Shop</title><summary type="html">I lifted my eyes as I reached to take another sip of coffee; thankfully I hadn't swallowed, or else I might have been buying a new laptop.Standing in front of me was the by far the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on, and she was completely naked. Chestnut brown hair with blond highlights fell to just below her shoulders. Dark eyes looked at me with a wide look of nervousness, and perhaps &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/tXVgp-x71Cg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/260257770202452049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=260257770202452049" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/260257770202452049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/260257770202452049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/tXVgp-x71Cg/what-happened-to-me-at-coffee-shop.html" title="What Happened to Me at the Coffee Shop" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-happened-to-me-at-coffee-shop.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QHRHszfip7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-4201513525915183745</id><published>2007-08-12T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:35:35.586-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:35:35.586-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 7</title><summary type="html">Sarah still felt emotionally shaken when she woke up the next morning, but a solid, dreamless night's sleep helped her to feel a good enough to function. The whole ordeal with her parents felt like it had been some kind of a bad dream, which was fine enough for Sarah.Her morning routine passed quickly and absentmindedly. She took a shower, had a bowl of cereal and brewed a pot of coffee for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/fun4yq4L6jM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4201513525915183745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=4201513525915183745" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/4201513525915183745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/4201513525915183745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/fun4yq4L6jM/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-7.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 7" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-7.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QERXk7cCp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-32116807187032282</id><published>2007-08-12T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:35:04.708-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:35:04.708-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 6</title><summary type="html">Sarah moved about her new apartment nervously, opening and closing cabinet doors, straightening things, moving things. By contrast, Yukiko, now her roommate, relaxed comfortably on the sofa engrossed by whatever book she was reading. After this went on for some time though, Sarah's movements must have become too distracting. Yukiko put the book down and looked at her naked roommate. "Sarah, is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/7atf3MkBQhY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/32116807187032282/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=32116807187032282" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/32116807187032282?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/32116807187032282?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/7atf3MkBQhY/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-6.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 6" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-6.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMQX4_eip7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-3815195964404140243</id><published>2007-08-12T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:34:40.042-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:34:40.042-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 5</title><summary type="html">Sarah had no memory of the trip home after her interview, which she blamed on the adrenalin surge she was still feeling hours later. She couldn't believe that she'd now spent over a day totally naked - around the dorm, around campus, and even in the middle of the city. She went to the most important interview of her life wearing nothing but heels and a smile, and given the interviewer a full &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/jYmecD2Pui0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3815195964404140243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=3815195964404140243" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/3815195964404140243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/3815195964404140243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/jYmecD2Pui0/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-5.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 5" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UAQHg8fSp7ImA9WB9bEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-1250508666919023653</id><published>2007-06-07T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:34:01.675-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T22:34:01.675-05:00</app:edited><title>How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 4</title><summary type="html">Sarah sat uncomfortably wedged between a fat man and a senior citizen with a cane, the train having got quite crowded long before it reached her stop. She was still the only naked person in the crowd though, which for some reason clustered around where she was sitting. The senior citizen on her left wasn't so bad; he seemed almost as embarrassed as she was. But the fat man could barely hide his &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/df5WKFj2GTA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1250508666919023653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=1250508666919023653" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1250508666919023653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/1250508666919023653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/df5WKFj2GTA/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-4.html" title="How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 4" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-sarah-became-nudist-chapter-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BQHo_fyp7ImA9WBFUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-6196803094626191297</id><published>2007-04-24T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:27:31.447-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-04-24T20:27:31.447-04:00</app:edited><title>How Eric Became a Nudist: Chapter 21</title><summary type="html"> I woke up fitfully from dreams full of naked people. For the first time in days though I didn't wake up wondering where my sheets were or why I was naked - I guess that much about being a nudist had finally sunk in. It was also another schoolday, I knew. The thought immediately manifested itself as a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.I turned my head to look at the alarm clock.... 7:45. I'd&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/_GW74SAEYHo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6196803094626191297/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=6196803094626191297" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/6196803094626191297?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/6196803094626191297?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/_GW74SAEYHo/how-eric-became-nudist-chapter-21.html" title="How Eric Became a Nudist: Chapter 21" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-eric-became-nudist-chapter-21.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAR3w_fyp7ImA9WBBUGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588410250191393360.post-6606013987557440124</id><published>2007-01-03T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:24:06.247-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-01-03T11:24:06.247-05:00</app:edited><title>How Eric Became a Nudist: Chapter 20</title><summary type="html">   I was in my room trying to focus on homework when the doorbell rang. In truth   I was glad for the distraction; I didn't have much homework to do, but with all that   had happened I couldn't remember a thing about what was covered in my classes that   day. I listened for a few moments to confirm that it was our dinner guests.   Once I heard the familiar voices of Mr. and Mrs. Walton though, I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~4/Bz3WJZUhEns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6606013987557440124/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588410250191393360&amp;postID=6606013987557440124" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/6606013987557440124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588410250191393360/posts/default/6606013987557440124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NakedTimeStories/~3/Bz3WJZUhEns/how-eric-became-nudist-chapter-20.html" title="How Eric Became a Nudist: Chapter 20" /><author><name>EJP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nakedtimestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-eric-became-nudist-chapter-20.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

