Nude Therapy - Phase 08 - Vulvas Out
by luv2custrip

Nude office girls must become explicit in exposure & actions.

As I looked around the sales area, I did a quick headcount. I also could have done a breast count, and divided by two. Were we really down to only fourteen employees who were willing to work Full Female Nude?

Everyone looked a little bit nervous. There were quick looks at me--then they looked away. There were quite a few high-heeled feet bobbing away at the end of some long, dynamite legs. Roughly half of the girls were casually sprawled out with those dynamite legs casually open. The rest were clearly uncomfortable that their chairs were all out in the open; none of them could even temporarily hide their naked charms behind a desk--and their discomfort was showing, along with their half-concealed pussies.

It was time. Right on cue, two male employees rolled in the projection screen that was normally in the conference room. I could see and feel the fourteen naked ladies relax somewhat. All we were going to do was to watch some silly video; we weren't about to announce layoffs.

N.I.P Company had not officially merged with Yamamoto Industries--yet. But, for all intents and purposes, we were forging ahead, we were acting as one company.

I nodded to Ella who seemed to rise up from her chair and slink to the back table in one naked movement. She bent over the video projector with her legs open and that beautiful rounded ass pointed right at me. Ella had been my boss until my promotion to head of the American transition team. Now we were technically equals. Only technically: she was a nude female employee, and my new job was to ensure that all nude American female employees 'adhered more closely in conduct to that which is expected of any naked girl who works for Yamamoto Industries.'

"You may begin," I instructed her. Ella pushed all the right buttons. She leaned back against the table, moving to one side so as not to block the projector. She was smiling, with her legs open--she was doing nothing to block my own personal view of her deep pink slit.

The video was in Japanese with English subtitles. As the camera panned up on a gleaming office tower, the words appeared below the Japanese characters: "Yamamoto Industries: a 25-Year History of Full Female Nudity."

There were some audible gasps and muted whispers amongst our own female nudes. In America, we were only about two and a half years past that fateful "Nude Therapy" day.

(See: 'Nude Therapy - Phase 01')

Our company had only recently celebrated exactly two years of at least some Full Female Nude requirement. (There was cake!)

In the video, there was a montage of stills and short film clips showing the company's employees reactions to the announcement in the company auditorium that they were adopting "High Heels Day." The camera zoomed in on the shocked faces of several of Yamamoto's female employees. Once they realized that their occasional full nudity would soon be required to remain gainfully employed, they giggled and blushed; they shook their heads and covered their pretty faces.

It was an American consulting firm called 'High Heels Inc.' that introduced the concept to eager male, Japanese CEOs. Having all female employees "wearing nothing but their high heels" on certain special days "incentivised going to work; making the workplace a sensual, visually stimulating environment."

(See 'High Heels Night'.)

The next scenes were of a group of giggling, blushing (mostly) young ladies, undressing together for what must have their first time in a company locker room. The camera was as coy as the girls for now: there were only sights of bare shoulders, backs, glimpses of bare bottoms--and only a flash or two of thick dark bush.

But then the girls stepped out into the open office and all bets were off. Legions of male employees were waiting, some with cameras, and there were whistles and applause as the girls walked past: nude at work for the very first time. The video showed the twenty-five or so ladies, at last totally bare, the camera in slow-motion, scanning every inch of their bodies from their high-heeled feet on up to their beet-red faces.

(Unlike most Japanese porn, this very special video had the camera lovingly lingering on each of the newly nude's dark-bushed pubic areas--all un-pixelated.)

Next there were scenes of the girls trying to adjust to their nude situation--with a lot of embarrassed bowing as their breasts dangled down before leering males, and a lot of breathless "Hai!"s.

Flash forward--and it seemed that this Japanese company had things on fast-forward. Once per quarter nudity quickly became once per month, then once per week. Then there was another scene in the same auditorium in which Mr. Yamamoto proudly declared that there would be "Full Female Nudity--all the time!" It was undoubtedly rehearsed--a group of very attractive female employees in the front row stood up and started stripping--to thunderous applause--and more embarrassed looks from the other girls.

Now there was a montage of scenes of beautiful nude ladies, hard at work over the years, as they were probably keeping most of the male employees hard as well.

Then the words appeared: "2024: Vulvas Out! How Times Have Changed."

(My employees gasped.)

We see an older, but still smiling Mr. Yamamoto as he calls his nude P. A. in. As she seats herself in a chair that's positioned for his visibility, she casually drapes her right leg over the right arm of the chair, completely exposing herself. As she begins taking notes on her steno pad, she licks the fingers of her left hand, which begins exploring her naked body. After flicking the brown nipples on her B-sized breasts, her hand drops down between her legs. The camera zooms on as she easily locates her already swollen clitoris and twirls her fingers around that naughtily out-there pleasure organ.

My own nude employees have become utterly silent. I nod for Ella to stop the video.

I look around and I'm seeing the same uncomfortable looks that I got at the very beginning. Now these looks are accompanied by lip-licking, lip-biting and hard swallowing.

"Yes," I started. "We are twenty-three years behind our Japanese counterparts--and we've allowed ourselves to get complacent."

The girls stared at me. I started to walk around the room, in between and even behind their chairs.

"We're complacent in our handling of our full female nudity. We're pretending that it's only 'the new work uniform,' while simultaneously denying that nudity has any relationship to sex."

I stopped. "Clearly it does."

"So... if we are going to compete internationally, become a truly international company, we are going to have to change our ways."

I walked back to the front of the room. I quickly but intently surveyed the sea of nude female flesh unveiled in front of me.

"Currently, only eight of you are fully displaying your vulvas. Hiding your naked charms is going to have to stop--right now. Ladies: open those pretty legs, all of you--vulvas out!"

I waited impatiently for everyone to comply. I resisted an impulse to walk among them again, like a schoolteacher checking that no one was cheating.

"Good," I said. I stared at each open pussy and then made eye contact with each pussy owner. "And you'll all remain like that, pulling out your chairs whenever you're in the presence of a male employee, or a female employee who likes women.

No more hiding behind your desks. I know, I know: a lot of you work very hard on your projects all day. But from now on, you'll be required to get up, at least five minutes every hour, and strut your naked stuff. Make sure that multiple people see you. Stick your head--and your breasts and your ass and your pussy--into somebody's office if you have to."

Marianne raised her hand. "Will we be punished if we break any of these new rules?"

Marianne was a forty-something MILF. And her breasts and her bottom were also forty-something--as in inches around. Marianne was a voluptuous dark blonde with an over-abundance of female flesh--but in all the right places.

Over the summer, Marianne had become my favorite nude female employee for scheduled titty play. Executives have their perks, but male employees are really not supposed to have favorites when it comes to requests for sexual handling. We finally had to break it off--but in our last session we both went to far. We both were touching areas that had nothing to do with titties.

(See: 'Nude Therapy: Nude Teenage Daughter')

Wait: Marianne had asked me a question, right?

"Yes, my dear, there will be punishments. Yamamoto uses everything from whips to handcuffs to ankle chains, to tying his girls up with ropes, but we're not going there."

The fourteen naked ladies were all wide-eyed; they were paying very close attention to me now.

"Bad girls will be spanked: towards the end of the workday, and in front of everyone. You'll be swatted with a paddle until both asscheeks are red. And it won't be a sexual spanking."

It got very quiet. Then Marianne spoke up: "All spankings are sexual."

That got some nervous laughter. I looked her over: with her thick, muscular thighs spread wide, Marianne's inner lips looked especially plump, red, meaty, and lightly glistening with moisture. I would have to request some pussy play very soon with this mature piece of ass, and damn the consequences!

"I'm glad you're enjoying being naked, sweet lady." I looked around. "All of you should be enjoying it. If you're not wet right now, if your tits aren't hard right now, then maybe you don't belong here."

There were a lot of looks at each other; reluctant looks at me. Time to move things along...

"What else did you notice that our Japanese girls were doing differently?"

Silence. Then: "they were barefoot?" That was leggy Lorna, and I'm not apologizing when I refer to her in that way. She was a sweet-figured brunette--about 39 or 40--with auburn hair cascading down to her waist. And her legs were the legs of a micro-mini, pantyhose or sexy stockings model.

I had to smile as the girls were dancing around the obvious. "Very observant, Miss Lorna. Yes: from now on, you will all be barefoot."

I waited and got nothing but blank stares.

"Starting now," I said. "Get those heels off!"

There may have been many tough jobs in our naked city--but watching fourteen nude women bending down and reluctantly removing what was technically the last article of clothing they would be allowed to wear in the office--this wasn't tough at all. This was wonderful.

Time to go after it while the girls were still adjusting to losing their heels. "What else was different about our naked Japanese counterparts?"

I waited. I started to shake my head and was ready to speak--

"They were masturbating." I recognized that soft, sweet voice. It was Amber--a cute beyond cute--skinny little blonde. She was now twenty-one and a college senior--and she was simultaneously interning nude at our company. She was writing up her naked experiences for her enthusiastic female professor, who was telling her that--with some editing--she could get her story into the New York Times Sunday magazine.

I had first met Amber about eight months ago. She and five other coeds had come in on a weekend to try out working in a nude female environment.

When I first saw her stripped, those skinny legs were still more like a teenager's legs. Now, those legs were developing into the classic, long, lean legs of a beautiful young woman. I was in a great position to watch not only her legs, but the rest of her young body maturing--as long as she continued to work for me, naked.

Back then, I had happily watched Miss Amber completely undress in our boardroom, then I was delighted when she was one of the three girls assigned to my naked team.

(See: 'Nude Therapy - Phase 04 - Naked Coed Sunday')

Then Amber surprised me--first she shyly admitted that she was still a virgin--then for some reason she chose me to relieve her of her virginity. It was such a deeply personal and emotional event for her that she swore me--and the four naked ladies who participated in our impromptu deflowering ceremony--to utmost secrecy.

"Very good, Amber," I looked straight into her eyes. I had been avoiding her because of our shared secret; hell--it was emotional for me too. Now I stepped closer to her.

"Do you masturbate at home?"

She blinked and looked around. "Uhhh... yes. Of course."

"Can you masturbate for us here? Now? I want you to start things off, then have the other girls follow."

I got even closer. "I'm sorry!" I whispered. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I think so," she whispered back. "Anything for you... I'm still kind of in love with you."

I leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Same here," I said. "You are amazing... you will always be a very special girl to me."

I instructed everyone to turn their chairs to face Miss Amber. She looked around the room. "Well; I've never given a masturbation class before! I have to warn everyone: in these circumstances, I'm going to cum pretty fast."

"That's alright, sweet girl. You'll just be starting the ladies off."

Amber licked her fingers and went to work on her nipples. She twirled those already hard pink buttons around, then lightly pinched them. Her hands went down her belly to her thighs. Her fingers kept circling her delta, getting closer and closer. Then she began playing with her light brown bush, entwining the hairs around her fingers and lightly tugging.

She put the fingers of her left hand on her slit. "I kind of have to open things up. I'm kind of an innie."

She did so, and I had a breathtaking, close-up view of Miss Amber's glistening interior pink.

She stared straight at me. "I try to get... one, two, then three fingers in." She inserted finger one.

"What do you think about?" I breathed out.

"I think about the first man who made love to me. He was so sweet, and kind..."

"Did he have a big cock?" That was Greta, Ella's fifty-something P.A.

(Laughter all around.)

"Yes he did." Amber was still staring at me. "It was long and lean... but with a thick head! It was just the right size for me."

Suddenly she had three fingers stuck inside her, pumping away.

"I'm gonna cum," she wailed. "Thinking of him: how he rode me high, rubbing his thick head against my little clittie!" And then she came, shudderingly hard.

I looked around. Thirteen other girls and I only counted seven with their hands between their legs.

I sighed and stood up. "The rest of you: start playing with yourselves. If you can't cum at the moment, raise your hand once you're all nice and wet. I will check you out, and Miss Ella will provide wipes and paper towels.

(Ella had gotten off simultaneously with Amber. I saw her close her eyes, bite her lip, and point to her pussy, nodding.)

Now I slowly walked among them. Twelve totally naked women with their legs spread, jerking themselves off in the office on my command. I felt like some kind of crazed cult leader.

At last, nine of the remaining twelve nudes came; the other three reluctantly raised their hands. They scooted themselves up in their chairs so I could personally check out their levels of feminine moisture. I did help myself to a taste of each, and nodded my approval.

I stepped back and waited as wipes and towels were passed around. I waited until all of the sticky wet pussies were properly wiped off and towelled down.

"As to when to masturbate; do it when you're horny, or do it when you'd like to be horny. Just get used to doing it in front of someone who will enjoy the sight of you."

"Ella," I said--she was already at the projector--she knew what was coming next. "Please show the ladies the last relevant scene of our video."

The last scene was of a different executive in a very plush office. He called for his P.A. The ladies were visibly surprised that it was a blonde, definitely un-Asian girl. She spoke what sounded like perfect Japanese, though.

The exec directed her to get on her knees in front of him as he stood up. "You know what I like," said the translated words.

The girl smiled and nodded. She undid his belt, then unzipped his fly. As she tugged his pants down, the camera went behind the man as the girl pulled on something in his pants and licked her lips.

The video ended.

The silence that ensued was broken by:

"We're not doing that!" and:

"We're not whores!"

I held up my hand. "You're paid to work naked. You're paid to be sexually handled. And, up until a few months ago, you were paid to lower yourselves on everyone's cocks. So: don't malign sex workers by calling them 'whores.' With everything that you're being paid to do, you should have some empathy."

That silenced them--for the moment.

"Do we... do we hafta do that?" That was Patti, Lorna's curvy blonde coworker.

I smiled and stared at her big round tits, which seemed to be staring back at me. "The short answer is 'no,' the long answer is 'yes'--for some of you. Only those of you who are comfortable with giving--and receiving--oral sex will be required to do so."

"I have no problem--" that was Marianne.

"I love sucking cock!" that was Greta.

They had both spoken at once. They grinned at each other and laughed. "Leave it to the old broads," Greta observed, "to come out and admit how much they love blowing a guy!"

(More laughter...)

"What if--what if--"

"What, Lorna?"

She blushed. "What if some of us... want to try it out... but we're not that experienced?"

I thought: really? A girl with a body like that?

"Well," I had to think fast. "Maybe some of the more experienced ladies can have a sort of class--"

"Why not start now?"

I recognized that sweet, melodic voice more than any other. I think I actually whirled around to stare at her.

"Why not?" Tami continued. "We're all here, we're all together, why not get any awkwardness over with?"

"But--" I tried to collect myself. "Who would you demonstrate on? You obviously need a male and... oh!"

Tami grinned and leaned back. As she did, she spread her gorgeous legs even wider, giving me a complete view of her tuft of dark hair just above her long, elegant hood. Her lower lips were already puffy and getting quite sloppy-looking; her frontal hole seemed to opening and closing, winking at me and starting to drool.

I knew Tami very well--inside and out--as she was one of my two wives.

Now I really do sound like a crazy cult leader!

Let me explain: Tami and I met cute about a year ago. She applied for a position as my P.A., which required her to strip naked during her interview, and then be subjected to some sexual handling. Back then, we were into Intimate Fridays, so we had to see if naked Tami would be comfortable lowering herself on my erection. It was merely penetration--no thrusting, and orgasms were definitely not allowed.

Well. It should come as no surprise to those of you following along at home that Tami and I very nearly went too far.

But we recovered nicely, and I think that's when we started falling in love.

(See: 'Nude Therapy - Phase 03 - Nude Interview')

Tami was young but oh so wise. Instead of indulging in a secret affair that may have ended my marriage, she went to Anne and had a talk. Somehow, the two women understood each other, felt for each other, and eventually got along famously. Of course: they were both crazy about me!

The State of New York claims that I have only one wife. But, this summer, the three of us had a commitment ceremony in front of a few dear friends. Anne and I welcomed Tami into our home, and into our lives.

My wistful memories were rudely interrupted by the sudden appearance of two sets of hands. They expertly unbuckled my belt, then they went for my zipper.

"Wait! Wait!" I said. It was Marianne and Greta, and I was trying to fight them off. "Nobody said we were doing this right now, and, in any event, I'm sure that Miss Tami doesn't need any help!"

Tami was grinning. "I disagree; with you, I need all the help I can get! Pull everything down girls--down to his knees. Make him look like the bad boy that he is."

I thought about resisting but I gave up. I noticed that the other eleven nudes had arranged their rolling office chairs in concentric circles around me. I was surrounded.

Marianne and Greta made quick work of my slacks and briefs. They actually said "One, two, three" together and pulled it all down on three. I didn't dare look down; all I could think about was how ridiculous I must look--and how ridiculously hard I was.

I heard: "Wow!" "Oh my goodness!" and there was even a smattering of applause. They had all seen me naked before, they had all ridden my cock before. But they had never seen me quite like this.

"Alright." Tami was clearly taking over. "We are starting with a man who's fully erect, and ready for action, so for now, we will skip the preliminaries on how to get a guy hard." She looked up at me. "Obviously not a problem with this one."

Tami took my penis in her soft right hand. She lifted it slightly. "Ladies: here's a trick: always keep a hand loosely around his cock when your mouth isn't on it. His cock should be the focus of your constant attention."

Tami lifted me up even more. "Now ladies, we always say how bad men are, that they dive in and go right for our cunts. But: aren't we ignoring something too? Men have balls--or testicles, or a scrotum. Show their balls some love too."

She lovingly cupped said balls in her other hand. She tickled me, pulling on my hairs. Then she got close and began earnestly licking and kissing me down there.

"Look at his reaction!" My penis was even harder than before; it was ramrod straight and bobbing along with my heartbeat.

"That's your signal to turn to the main event." Tami studied the tip of my penis carefully. "Look for drippings of pre-cum. Take them with the tip of your tongue and swirl those juices all the way around his head."

Oh god. She was doing it. Tami had sucked me off at home, but the act of performing this intimacy in front of all of my naked office girls was making me crazy.

"Now that the head is sufficiently lubricated, take it in your mouth; add some lubrication of your own."

Looking up at me with those soulful blue eyes, Tami took the head of my cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue all around it.

"Oh god. Oh god!" I was whispering, trying to hold back in front of everyone.

"He's vocalizing," Tami observed, "which is really good. See girls, a lot of you make the mistake of deep-throating your guy right away. Gradual is the much better approach."

Tami reached around me. She put her hands on my ass and pushed me toward her. Then she leaned in and sucked me all the way in.

"God!" I shouted, not caring anymore. That talented tongue of hers was like a washing machine on a spin cycle. Yes: she had sucked me off at home, but never like this!

Tami dropped her hands from my ass as I started thrusting my penis in and out of her mouth.

She backed off and held up her hands. I was panting and my heart was pounding. My penis was throbbing...

"What he's doing now, we call 'fucking my face.' It may seem like I don't need to do anything anymore; it may seem like he's in charge... not true! Ladies: think of your mouth as a vagina with a tongue, and with lips that you can control. The man is never really in charge: you're the one who is still, and is always in control."

Tami put her mouth back around me and I resumed my thrusting. I agreed with my sweet lady: I was totally out of control. I looked around at the naked ladies watching: at least half had their hands between their legs. I saw labias pulled open, fingers parked in vaginas. Then I saw one girl who had scooted all the way up in her chair and was playing with her rear port of entry. I couldn't see her face--only her wide-open thighs; her brown and pink holes.

It was too much.

"Cumming! Cumming!! Fucking cumming!!!" I roared. Tami gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I had her permission to fill her mouth.

So I did.

I don't know how long it lasted. I reached down and grabbed my girl's head toward the end, pulling her into me.

Finally...

"Well!" "Wow!" More applause. Then: "Oh my god," Ella said. "Any more performances like that, and we're gonna run out of wipes!" I looked to her and she was wiping down her own sticky fingers.

A sudden movement caught my eye: Patti and Lorna were moving their office chairs away from each other, and looking incredibly guilty. As they shyly asked for more wipes, I wanted to tell them that girls helping each other out in that way was not only condoned, it was encouraged. But I didn't have the strength.

I plopped down in a chair, pants and briefs still down around my knees. Tami had a spray bottle and some paper towels and was gamely cleaning me up. Finally I was dried off enough. I was actually able to stand up, and pull everything back up on my own.

Tami had gotten a glass of water from someone and was drinking it down. I loved that she wasn't spitting me out, but only 'cleansing her palette.' The girls were coming up to her, touching her, kissing her. They were in awe of her performance as was I. Tami had come a long way from the blushing ingenue who had so shyly stripped for me.

Then my phone went off. It was a FaceTime request. I looked at the name and the picture and I said "Holy shit!"

Tami narrowed her eyes. "I have to take this." I announced to her, and to the group: "Our meeting is over."

I very nearly ran across the hallway and into my office, ignoring the stares. I slammed my door shut and did my own staring at my phone. The call was from Alexandra.

Alexandra was a mature, more voluptuous version of Taylor Swift--if that version of Taylor decided to out-Oprah Oprah and start a traveling naked talk show.

Alex promoted the totally nude female lifestyle: "at work, at home, and at play." Her appearances in auditoriums across the country were standing room only--although all were available on NudeTube.

Naked Alex and her nude female guests had the audience laughing, crying and applauding--sometimes all at the same time.

Alex and I had had an intimate encounter at a Nude Female conference. At least, I think we did. Our encounter was so strange, I by now was assuming that I had been drugged.

(See: 'Nude Therapy - Phase 06 - Nude Conference')

I took a deep breath and hit the 'Accept' button and there she was: her magnificent breasts and her beautiful face with her legendary golden tresses filled the screen.

"Alexandra, I--"

"David! Yamamoto is the Enemy. He and his kind want nothing more than to subjugate women; turn them into naked sex slaves."

I licked my lips and swallowed hard. "Alex! You and the Nudity Project have gotten about half of our country's women in companies where they're required to work nude!"

"Half!" she nearly shouted. "We give women a choice; anyone who wants to keep her clothes on, we find her an equivalent job. We negotiate on her behalf for the same or better salary and benefits. Again: WE give women a choice!"

"Alex," I sighed. "What am I supposed to do? Our company is overextended; Yamamoto is our last hope."

"Just walk away, David; just walk away."

"But--" I was sputtering. "All of these people, all of my girls..."

"We will take care of them."

"And if I don't?"

Alexandra moved her phone so that I could only see a closeup of her face. "When I took you into my bed, for a moment, I was a mortal woman, with a mortal woman's fears and desires. I trusted you. That moment has passed."

She closed her eyes. "It has been a long time since I drained a man of all the moisture in his body, through his penis. I remember the look on their faces--it must be the most intensely pleasurable feeling they had ever experienced. Sadly, it is always the last experience they will ever have."

Alex opened her eyes again. "Just walk away, David, or there will be... consequences." She hung up.

I was out of breath, I was gasping. There was only one person I thought of calling.

She popped up on FaceTime; another nude vision from the waist up: the irrepressible Mandy Manning.

"David!" she exclaimed, then she saw my face. "Oh sweetheart: tell me what's wrong!"

I told her.

"Shit," she said. "Oh David!" Mandy leaned forward, and her breasts temporarily filled the screen. I heard clicking.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm canceling my appointments for today, and I'm trying to find a flight to New York that has nude first class. There we go!"

"Mandy! You don't have to do this!"

"David," she sighed. "You are an idiot, but then, all men are idiots. You all think with your penises, and then with your wallets. I am coming out to straighten things up."

I sighed and repeated: "Mandy; you don't have to do this!"

"Oh but David, I do. I always help the people I love, and I love you more than any other man."

I started to ask 'what about your husband?' but I wisely kept my mouth shut.

"Remember Nude Therapy - Phase 01? That day was to be my first time naked in the office. All the hours I spent--in the shower, shaving my legs, my underarms, my pussy hair--it was all for you. All I could think about as I posed and turned around all nude in my mirror was 'will David like me?'

Then: my famous Nude Therapy - Phase 02 party. I held off until you answered my invitation, and then I steered you to that brass bed where we finally made love. That was all for you."

I was speechless.

"David: I know you have two wives, and you've all made a commitment to be faithful. I respect that so much! Do you know how rare that is, a man in your position, surrounded by beautiful naked women all day long?

When I come out, the four of us will have a talk. I doubt you'd be willing to take on a third wife, but maybe an occasional dalliance with a really fun girlfriend? Only if the three of you approve. I am available."

Did I say I was speechless before?

"Mandy," I got out, "what the hell do I do?"

"Just walk away, as Alexandra said. She has eyes and ears among you, so she'll know. And take Tami with you.

Don't worry. Alexandra is some kind of witch, but I have powers too. I will take care of you. I love you."

And then she signed off.

I looked around my office. It already seemed strange to me, not somewhere that I belonged. I ignored all of my personal belongings and walked out without a backwards look.

I stepped into Tami's office. I took her hand. "We have to go."

Her eyes widened as she looked deeply into mine. Then she nodded. "Okay." I loved her so much!

Tami didn't even stop to get dressed. We just walked away.