The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch)

... magazines yet again.

Only one thing was on her mind. Midnight mass. She looked at the clock. 9:30!! She worked out the logistics. She would have to drive there herself. Maybe she could use the "old car" -- the broken-down Chevy sedan that was now mostly used by Joe when he drove around with his friends and to his job at the supermarket. And she would certainly go alone.

Shit! This was going to be Hell. It was also ridiculous. She just could not walk naked into her old church.

The Smitherses were not particularly devout. In the past few years they had gone to church only at Christmas and Easter. The others went to Christmas mass during the day -- but she would go to the Midnight Mass, usually with some friends. Not Charlene (who was Protestant), but with some others. They enjoyed the festive decorations, singing the old Christmas carols . . . the church was a magical place on this one night. But she was definitely not going to go with her friends this time. She wondered if any of the old gang would be there tonight.

Tami looked at her father, snoozing in his chair. What would he think?

Do I REALLY have to go? she asked herself. Mr. Noyes said he would have someone there to check on her. Maybe he was lying. But why would he be lying? He seemed determinated to hold her to her promise of being a committed nudist. She grimaced at her little unintended joke. Yes, if I showed up nude at Midnight Mass I'd be "committed" all right -- by the men in the white suits. I'll ...

... get thrown out before I even sit down. I've got to make sure that Noyes's spy sees me. He certainly can't blame me for getting thrown out. But what if he's late and gets there afterwards? Well, then I should show up late too just to make sure he's there.

This line of thinking almost exhausted the naked girl as she sat curled up on the couch, her head on her upraised knees. She covered her face with her hand. God, I can't believe what I'm planning on doing. I always wanted to leave this town . . . in spite of everything I kind of feel much more at home at college now with my friends there . . .but to show up naked in church at Christmas . . . so many people I know are sure to be there . . . this is really burning my bridges. I'd never be able to walk the streets again . . . after I graduate and get back into clothes, that is!

She looked up and saw her grade report on her father's desk. She realized again the consequence of not going. Expulsion. Throwing away the scholarship. Disappointment by her father and her family. That would be horrible. And this nudism thing is only temporary after all.

She looked through the doorway at the crucifix in the dining room. One of her professors made a good point about how barbaric Christians must seem to people in the third world. It's our custom to have this little statute placed in a prominent place in our houses -- of a nearly naked, bleeding, tortured, dying man with nails in his hands and feet . . .She looked at the expression ...