She handed out whistles and pamphlets and went over the four rules: enforced nakedness; mandatory participation in class activities structured to take... advantage of one's nakedness; the infamous Reasonable Request; and, last but not least, Relief. The Pamphlet had been updated with a fifth rule, involving the use of the safety whistles. She also explained the personal accounts we'd be required to write (this thing, in other words) and turn in, a tradition that had been born out of the firestorm. I told him about the party last night. He offered to turn on his camera. I said, "Sure, why not?" and went to my room so that I could let him cam. I was turned on by the chatting, porn clips, and the display of his beautiful cock. He finally asked when we could meet. I told him I wasn't sure. "I'm never positive of what my day will be like." He asked, "How about now?" "Okay. Where?" He picked a restaurant that wasn't far from my home. I normally chat with people much longer before meeting but. “Thank you for agreeing to participate in our research project. Your clothes and all personal belongings will be stored securely in this changing room while you undergo our tests. A bathrobe has been provided for your comfort. No personal items can be taken into the test area.”I understood from this that I needed to undress, and only now did it occur to me that I’d signed up for a research project into orgone energy without having asked any questions. But curiosity has always been my undoing;. “Just passing through. I had some work to do in Zimbabwe.”He shook his head, still incredulous. “Afghanistan to Zimbabwe. You get around, Maggie.”While they were eating the idea popped into her head. She fought against it. “My God, he's young! He seems nice.”When they finished eating and were sipping their cups of coffee, she said, “Well, it's been pleasant talking to you. I'm going to get a room in the airport hotel and wait out this delay.” She nodded toward a sign on the wall that said:.