Ladies Day – A Free ENF Story

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I wrote this Ladies Day a long time ago for Indian Outlaw’s Stripping Naked Story Board. I’ve recently been collating stories the I posted on other websites and re-posting them here, and Ladies Day has been added to the collection.

It’s a story of an aristocratic English woman with a rather dangerous addiction to betting on horse races. The introduction below is just a teaser and you can read the rest in my Exclusive Stories section. Sign-up is free and I’ll send you the password.

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Ladies Day – An Extract

“But where was I… Oh yes. You see, I gave Mishka lots of pieces of paper with different horse names written on them this afternoon, and she has distributed them to many of the ladies attending today. Some have ignored them, some have placed bets and won, never to return, and some have lost at the first or second bet. Lady Jessica was satisfied to wager her jacket and she left with some of my money, but unfortunately I could not entice her to make a second bet.”

That part of it made sense to Lady Jane. Jess had won money and her jacket back and had sensibly stopped there.

“And then there was Lady Fortnum, who is now without a jacket. That one will soon be hanging in Mishka’s wardrobe. Unfortunately, I did not guess the winner correctly and so, having been given an incorrect tip, she was not drawn to place another bet.

“Then Lady… what was her name Mishka?”

“Lady Porchester,” Mishka replied in an accent that was even thicker than Sergey’s.

“Yes, Lady Porchester… Her jacket is now very tightly buttoned as she was willing to stake her blouse on a second wager, although unfortunately no more. Oh how I wish she had been wearing a… what is it you call it?… a bolero rather than a jacket. But unfortunately her state of undress is not apparent at a glance, and she retained her bra in any case. Perhaps if I had been lucky with the horse I had chosen for her second bet she would have taken a third and we would have seen a bit more.” Sergey shrugged with a wistful look on his face.

You can read all of Ladies Day here. As with all the Exclusive Stories, you’ll need your password to access the story, and if you don’t have one then fill out the form below with your e-mail address and either a real name or an alias you’d like me to use:





Back From The In-Laws – A CFNM Short Story

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I’m currently working on a new collection of CFNM short stories which I expect will be finished sometime later this year. It’ll be very much along the lines of Naked Women in Shorts and Just ENF i.e. twelve stories, but CFNM rather than ENF.

As a sneak preview, I’ve posted one of the stories over on my Patreon page. It’s about a couple’s drive home from the husband’s in-laws and, after such a stressful weekend, the female driver is owed. Big time.

You can read the entire story by signing up as a supporter at any level. You can pledge anonymously and from as little as $2, plus I’ll send you one of my recent ebooks for free, and I’ll be posting more stories there as they’re complete.

Here’s a taster…

Back From The In-Laws

“You owe me big time after that,” Judith told Toby as she reversed out of the driveway.

“I’m sorry, Jude,” Toby said, “But we couldn’t keep putting it off forever.”

“Yeah, well, if your mom wasn’t putting me down all the time… She’s not so bad when you’re around, but she really gets the knives out when she manages to corner me.”

Toby stared out of the windscreen as Judith accelerated the car down the suburban street.

“Well, it’s over now,” Toby said, “And as I told you: that was yesterday, and we can do anything you want to today. Or what’s left of it.”

It was early afternoon and they had a couple of hours driving before they reached home.

They sat in silence for a few miles until reaching the freeway.

“So, what do you want to do?” Toby asked, eager to placate Judith.

“I don’t know,” Judith said, glancing at the clock, “It doesn’t seem worth making a big detour, not if we want to be home by evening.”

“Well, it’s up to you,” Toby told her.

“You can just keep me entertained for the rest of the journey.”

“Your wish is my command,” replied absent-mindedly.

“It is, is it?” Judith questioned, raising an eyebrow as she gave Toby a sideways look. Toby shrugged and then gave a small laugh.

“Anything to stop you complaining about my parents,” he replied with a smirk.

“Anything?” Judith questioned again, “Well in that case, you might as well take your shoes off. We’ve got a two hour journey to settle into.”

“Take my shoes off?” Toby asked, turning to look at Judith.

“Yup,” she replied, “It’s my wish and my command.”

Toby shrugged, tugged at his seatbelt to give himself a little more room and leant down to pull at his laces. He slipped both shoes off of his feet and pushed them to one side in the footwell.

“And your socks too,” Judith told him as he sat back into his seat.

“Why would I take my socks off?” he asked her.

“Because I told you to,” she said matter-of-factly without taking her eyes from the road.

Toby shrugged, leant forward, and pulled first one and then the other sock from his feet.

“What shall I do with them?” he asked.

“I dunno,” Judith replied, “Put them on the back seat, put them in your shoes. Whatever you like.”

You can read the rest of my hot CFNM story Back From The In-Laws on Patreon.

Out Soon – The Undergraduate, A CFNM Story

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I’m delighted to be able to announce that my next book, The Undergraduate, will be available very soon.

It’s a story about a young undergraduate student, Darren, who chances upon his teenage crush Mrs Cooper, the mother of a childhood friend, while he’s back in his hometown over the summer break.

Circumstances conspire to leave Darren sitting naked in Mrs Cooper’s kitchen, but Darren never knows whether the older woman is flirting with him, toying with him, or simply looking for company.

For the whole week all I could think about was that precious few minutes I had spent naked with Mrs Cooper, my childhood crush. And also for the entire week, just like my teenage years, every time I masturbated it was Mrs Cooper I thought of. I found myself scouring the internet for pictures that bore as close a resemblance to her as possible, naked or otherwise; anything that helped me to relive last Sunday afternoon.

At heart this is a story about life, love, growing up and dealing with the past, and along the way there are plenty of hot CFNM scenes which were a lot of fun to write (and a lot of fun to re-read!).

And by now it should be pretty obvious that there was no small inspiration from The Graduate. If I’ve managed anything half as sexy as Anne Bancroft’s role in that film then I’ll be happy with my work 🙂

The first two chapters from The Undergraduate are up on Patreon, and I’ll be sending a copy out to my supporters before the publication date. Which means that if you want a copy, plus all my other books, then head on over to Patreon and you’ll get the whole lot for $5. That’s less than half the price of buying them individually.

The Undergraduate will be on sale from April 6th.

Pareia and Helena

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Helena followed Pareia into the crowded bar. It had only been a few weeks since the nymph inside her had been awakened and she felt that she had so much to learn. Tonight, Pareia was going to show her some more of what her latent powers were capable of.

Helena had already learnt to become partially invisible, although she still needed Pareia’s help with this. She had also learnt that she could sense the thoughts of some women once she had touched them. Pareia had not told her what tonight’s lesson was going to be, but from the glint in her eyes she surmised that it was something that Pareia was very much looking forward to. Mischief was just part of being a nymph, or so it seemed, and Helena had felt herself increasingly susceptible to it as well.

Pareia looked around the bar as if she was searching for something.

“What are we looking for?” Helena asked her.

“No-one in particular,” Pareia replied, her eyes still scanning the room, “But I’ll know her when I see her.” Her eyes fixed on a slim red-haired woman sitting on a stool at one end of the bar. “There,” she said, “She’s the one I’m looking for.”

Pareia began to walk across the bar, and already she had taken on that semi-invisible state that she had adopted the first time that Helena had met her: not exactly invisible, but no-one would remember having seen her, and no-one would give her a second thought. It had to be this way as two women as beautiful as Pareia and Helena would not be able to deflect attention otherwise.

Pareia paused a few feet from the woman she had identified and looked her up and down.

“Is she a nymph?” Helena asked from beside her. This was how she had been approached just a few weeks before, and she imagined she must have appeared much the same way: plain, easily overlooked, and wondering why everyone else in the bar was having fun and she wasn’t.

“No,” Pareia said, “Or maybe part of her is, or was; a very small part, which is why nobody is paying her any attention.”

Helena looked around the room: indeed, the attractive redhead was all alone, with nobody giving her so much as a second glance.

“She’s dressed very plainly, though,” Helena observed. The woman was wearing a dark blouse and faded blue jeans that hid her figure.

“Yes,” Pareia said, “Nothing a true nymph would ever wear.”

Helena’s own taste in revealing clothes was explained by the spirit she harboured inside her, and both she and Pareia had dressed in short, sleeveless dresses for the evening. But in this place she was glad for the concealment that her powers brought her. She liked to be noticed, but on her own terms.

Pareia stood beside the redhead and, with one finger, she gently stroked the young woman’s shoulder. She stepped around her back, running her finger along her shoulder.

The redhead shrugged her shoulders but seemed otherwise oblivious to Pareia’s attentions. Pareia smiled.

“Very interesting,” she said to herself.

Helena gave her a questioning look.

“Here,” Pareia said, and she took Helena’s hand in hers and placed it on the redhead’s shoulder.

Helena closed her eyes as images and ideas filled her mind. She instantly knew that the woman’s name was Lucia. She was Spanish, but now lived and worked here in Athens. Helena sensed something of the nymph spirit that Pareia had hinted at, but it was just a small part of that spirit, and only that part that resulted in her hiding away in the corner of a bar, seemingly unnoticed, almost unnoticeable.

“Such a shame,” Helena said. She felt the passionate, lively spirit inside the woman, the human spirit that longed to express itself freely, but the remains of an ancient nymph-like essence kept all of this buried and hidden within her.

Pareia nodded in agreement. “She wonders why she’s alone, why every attempt to meet anyone goes nowhere. Why she looks at images of beautiful dresses in magazines and then wears drab jeans and a blouse to a bar.”

It sounded grim, yet Helena could see the sparkle in Pareia’s eyes.

“Can you help her?” Helena asked.

“We can both help her,” Pareia said with a wide smile.

The redhead, Lucia, took put her glass of wine to her lips and emptied it, completely unaware of Pareia’s pacing back and forth behind her.

“She just needs a shock to the system, that’s all,” Pareia said, “It’s like releasing the butterfly from its cocoon.”

Helena could still feel the woman’s thoughts, even though she no longer touched her. She didn’t know exactly how long the bond would last, but it would remain for as long as they stayed close together.

“She’s considering calling it a night and going home,” Helena said.

Pareia stood close beside Lucia and whispered: “Just one more glass.”

Lucia gave a tilt of her head as if she had suddenly made a decision and Helena heard the thought: “What the hell: it’s either that or go home and sit in my apartment.”

Helena felt pity for the young woman, and she felt her face burning at the raging passion within her that had never found a release.

Lucia lifted her hand and called the barman over. She indicated her glass and he refilled it with white wine.

“Let’s start here, shall we?” Pareia said, and she ran the back of her finger gently down Lucia’s neck. Then she blew on the woman’s delicate throat. Helena felt the pleasure that ran through Lucia’s body, and she remembered how it had felt when Pareia had done the same to her.

Pareia smiled at Helena. “I don’t think this will be difficult,” she said, and the young redhead lifted her hands to her neckline and carefully unfastened the top three buttons of her thick, dark blouse. She flapped at the now loose fabric to wash air over her chest and Helena saw that beneath it she was wearing a deep, ruby-red bra. So the passion in her did find some expression at least, albeit to then be covered over again by thick, opaque fabrics.

“You try,” Pareia said to Helena.

Helena stood the other side of Lucia and blew gently into her ear. The young woman closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, and Helena could almost feel the heat burning from inside of her.

“I don’t know how she keeps it all bottled up,” Helena said.

“You managed to,” Pareia said with a wink. She had a point, and Helena knew the conflict that was raging inside Lucia from her own experience.

Lucia took another sip from her wine glass.

“What now?” Helena asked.

Pareia smiled by way of reply and then, from beside Lucia, she reached over and pulled at the long tongue of leather that was threaded through the belt holes of Lucia’s jeans. She unthreaded it and then, with the other hand, she unbuckled the belt entirely.

“Why doesn’t she notice?” Helena asked.

“Because she doesn’t want to,” Pareia replied. It sort of made sense, Helena thought, but she didn’t think she could be so bold without being noticed.

Pareia pulled at the belt and it unthreaded from around Lucia’s waist. She looped the long piece of leather in on itself and placed it on the stool beside her.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Pareia whispered to Lucia.

“Mmmm,” came Lucia’s reply, not knowing what she was responding to but suddenly feeling more content with her situation.

“Can’t anyone else see her?” Helena asked, looking around.

Pareia shook her head. “Normally, yes,” she replied, “She’s not nymph enough to hide herself, but with us here… Well, we may as well not be, as far as everyone else is concerned.” She gestured at the rest of the people in the bar with a nod of her head.

“Admit it,” Pareia whispered into Lucia’s ear, “You’ve never liked these jeans.”

Lucia looked down at her pale blue trousers: she never really had liked them. She thought she had nice legs, but somehow she always ended up covering them up.

Pareia gave another gentle blow in Lucia’s ear and the redhead closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Then her hands reached down to her waistband and Helena watched as she unfastened one, two, three buttons.

She stood from her barstool and shuffled the jeans down her legs, pushed them off of her feet and then lay them across the stool beside her. It was strange, she thought, that her belt was already there: she hadn’t remembered taking it off. She shrugged and sat back on the stool.

“She has a fantastic figure,” Helena said, admiring Lucia’s slender, bare legs as she crossed one over the other and took another sip of wine. Helena noted the matching red underwear.

Pareia smiled. “It should be easy from here,” she said to Helena.

Lucia looked around the bar: she was sitting here in her underwear and blouse, and yet still no-one was was looking in her direction? Helena felt a wave of despair wash over her and felt pity for the girl, but Pareia leant towards Lucia and whispered in her ear.

“Look how beautiful you are,” she said, and Lucia stared into the mirror on the far side of the bar.

Helena looked too and saw the three of them, Pareia on one side of the redhead and her on the other. The wave of despair was replaced with, if not contentment, at least some satisfaction as she mentally agreed with Pareia.

“Yes,” Lucia thought, “I can be beautiful.”

She looked down at her bare legs. They were toned and firm, and if no-one else in the bar wanted to look at them, then so be it.

“Take off her blouse,” Pareia said to Helena.

“Me?” Helena asked, suddenly nervous of breaking the spell that Pareia had cast over Lucia. Pareia merely nodded.

Helena stepped closer to Lucia, and the passion that Pareia was fuelling within the woman felt ever more intense. With trembling fingers, she unfastened the buttons down the front of Lucia’s blouse. Lucia was seemingly oblivious, and even took a sip of wine while she was doing so.

“You don’t need this,” Helena whispered into Lucia’s ear as she brushed the thick, dark cotton off of Lucia’s shoulders. Lucia wriggled in her seat as the fabric slipped down her arms, helping it on its way, and Helena tucked it beneath Lucia’s jeans on the stool.

Even after all she had seen over the past few weeks, Helena was still astounded that she was standing here beside a beautiful redhead, sat in a crowded bar in only her underwear, and yet nobody was giving them even a second glance.

Continued in Just ENF >

Just ENF by Kara Bryn

Read the rest of the story, and much more, in Just ENF, available for the Kindle.

Just ENF Available To Buy

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My next ENF short story collection, Just ENF, is now live on live on Amazon, and for the first time it’s available both as a Kindle book or as a paperback. The paperback costs $8.99 and the eBook is $2.99, which is a bargain for 200 pages and 12 entirely new stories.

Here’s a little teaser from one of the stories in the book called “On The Bench”:

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“Erm, Kasia?” asked Lucy.

“Yeah, hun?” Kasia replied.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tying your wrist to the back of this bench,” Kasia replied.

“Erm, why?” Lucy asked.

“Don’t ask silly questions,” Kasia told her as she stood. Lucy looked over at her arm: it had been draped on the back of the bench and around Lucy’s shoulders, but now it was tied to the wooden slat against which her shoulder blades rested.

Kasia stepped over Lucy’s long, outstretched legs and took hold of her other wrist. She pressed it against the back of the bench and wrapped another length of cord around it, tying it to the other end of the wooden slat. She stood back and looked at her beautiful girlfriend, her arms stretched out either side of her.

“Yeah, but why?” Lucy asked her partner.

“So I can have my way with you,” Kasia replied and she knelt to straddle Lucy’s lap. She leant forwards and kissed her. Lucy tried to pull her hands towards her but the ties were too strong. It was such a turn-on, having Kasia kiss her while she was helpless, but she couldn’t help but wonder what had come over her; she’d never done anything like this before.

Kasia sat upright, still kneeling across Lucy’s lap. She looked down at the young woman in front of her, Lucy’s dark, beautiful eyes looking back at her. Lucy was wearing an inviting summer dress. It was light blue, strapless and off the shoulder with buttons all the way down the front and tied by a belt at the waist. Kasia put her hands on Lucy’s chest; she could feel her hard nipples beneath the cotton, the dress being too short to wear a bra.

“Okay, can you untie me now, please?” Lucy asked her.

“No, I don’t think so,” Kasia told her as she slipped off the bench to kneel between Lucy’s knees.

“But… what are you doing?” Lucy asked her. Kasia rested her hands on Lucy’s thighs and then slid them into bottom of her dress, right up to Lucy’s hips. Lucy trembled at her touch.

“I found your browsing history last night,” Kasia told her, “I see you’ve been fantasising about other women.”

Lucy started to mouth a denial, and then realised it wasn’t going to hold up, not if her browser history had given her away. And she had been watching a couple of videos…

“I clicked on one and watched it,” Kasia continued, “There was a woman tied to a bench. It was very entertaining.”

Kasia hooked her fingers into the waistband of Lucy’s knickers and pulled. Lucy yelped and tried to squeeze her knees together, but Kasia was between her thighs and had a strong hold of the flimsy underwear. She pulled it out from beneath Lucy’s dress, down her legs and unhooked it from her dainty heeled sandals.

Lucy clamped her knees shut. “Oh, I’m going to get you for this,” she told Kasia, although the tease was certainly turning her on. But this dress was far too short not to be wearing knickers.

Kasia remained kneeling at Lucy’s feet. She slid her hands up the outside of Lucy’s thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath her palms. She pushed her fingers up beneath the summer dress, enjoying the feeling of bare skin. Further up she went, over Lucy’s hips, until she was stopped by the tight band of Lucy’s belt around her waist.

Lucy’s eyes closed as her body was caressed. If only they weren’t in the middle of the park, this could really be fun. She would be sorely tempted to open her thighs a little, to invite Kasia within.

You’ll have to get hold of Just ENF to read the rest of the story 🙂

I’m really excited about the new book and each and every story in it. And if you don’t know if you like my stories, head over to the Exclusive Stories section and read one or two.

If you don’t own a Kindle, and you don’t want the paperback version, then there’s another way to get hold of the book: any new Patreon supporters that join between now and Christmas will receive a free copy of the eBook as a PDF. Copies have already been sent out to my existing supporters, who get their hands on my stories before anyone else.

Support Kara Bryn on Patreon

Supporting me on Patreon only costs a couple of dollars a month and you get all kinds of free goodies, access to preview chapters, plus the copy of Just ENF. And you’ll also get the warm fuzzy feeling from supporting a struggling writer, and earn my eternal gratitude.

 

Just ENF by Kara BrynSigning up on Patreon will automatically save you 99c on the eBook, but if you want to get Just ENF on your Kindle or in paperback format then head to Amazon right now!

Passed For Promotion

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The train trundled slowly between stations on the outskirts of the commuter belt. We were the last two passengers. I was pretending I was engrossed in my book while she muttered and shook her head in the seat opposite. With the distraction of that, and the attractive pair of legs that kept crossing and uncrossing, I’d hardly turned the page for the last half an hour.

“Can you believe it?” she suddenly said. I looked up for the first time. She was looking straight at me. She had icy blue eyes, full red lips, and long, blonde hair tied into a bun on the top of her head. She was probably in her mid-twenties and was stunningly beautiful.

“Hmm?” I said. It was all I could manage in response as my pupils dilated so I could take in as much of her as possible.

“They think they can just walk all over you,” she said, looking out of the window. I followed her gaze. It was a warm autumn evening, with light still in the sky, and the open window allowed a welcome breeze to enter the carriage.

“Yeah…” I said, not really sure what I was supposed to say. I pretended to return to my book.

“Years they’ve made me wear this stupid uniform,” she said. I looked up again. She looked very attractive to me in a bright red pencil skirt and jacket, white blouse buttoned all the way up to the neck and a mauve scarf tied loosely around her throat. In fact, I’m sure I’ve fantasised about a woman who looked like her many a time before.

“I think you look great,” I said with a half-smile. Partly I was trying to calm her down, but maybe this was how she met guys and I didn’t want to miss an opportunity.

“Not good enough to be senior cabin crew, apparently,” she said. So that explained the uniform, and the bad mood.

I smiled, still not knowing what to say.

“Well, I’ve had enough of them,” she said, and she pulled at the scarf tied around her neck. The knot unravelled and she screwed up the tiny ball of light fabric and stared intensely at it as she rolled it between her fingers. Suddenly, she tossed it out of the window.

“Been a tough day, huh?” I asked, wanting to offer some kind of support.

“Been a tough year, more like,” she answered. Now she had my attention, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “They make us wear all this,” she looked down at herself and I followed her gaze, right down to her elegant, shapely legs and the bright red shoes on her feet. “And we all know it’s just to keep the men occupied gawping at us on the flight.” I could see why that would happen.

She suddenly stood in front of me, feet together, one leg slightly bent at the knee and her hand on her hip. “They just make us look ridiculous.”

I looked her up and down again: she looked like a dream come true, but I didn’t think saying so would help. Nor was I about to agree that she looked ridiculous.

“This jacket is always pinching at the waist,” she continued, and as she spoke she unfastened the single button that held it closed, shrugged it off her shoulders, slid it down her arms and held it out in front of her as if she’d found a dead rat in her kitchen. She looked at it in disgust.

“Well, screw them, and their uniform,” she said, and she threw the jacket out of the window. I watched as the wind took hold of it and it flapped into the bushes by the side of the tracks. My first thought was that it looked far too expensive a jacket to be throwing away, but then the thought was erased instantly.

“And these shirts nearly choke us,” she said.

Still standing, she unfastened the button held tight around her neck. My eyes went wide as she unfastened another button, and another.

“We get trussed up like a turkey,” she said.

Four buttons undone. Now five. I willed her to keep going. I could see her white bra through the opening. She pulled the blouse out of the tight skirt waistband.

“And it’s all so the customers don’t have to treat us like people,” she said disdainfully.

She gave up fumbling with buttons and pulled hard at the bottom of the blouse. The last two buttons popped off and I watched as they rolled around the floor of the train carriage. She unfastened the cuffs as I tried not to stare at her chest and at her smooth, flat stomach. She pulled at the shirt sleeves with first one hand and then the other, almost tearing it off her arms, and then, without a pause, she bundled it up and threw it out of the window.

Continued in Naked Women in Shorts >

Naked Women in Shorts by Kara Bryn

Read the rest of the story, and much more, in Naked Women in Shorts, available for the Kindle.

Just ENF Available to Pre-Order

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My next ENF short story collection, Just ENF, is available to pre-order for the Kindle and is due for release on December 15th. Here’s a little teaser from one of the stories in the book called “A Study in Exhibitionism”:

“And can you tell me,” I asked, “On a scale of one to ten, how aroused do you think you feel now?”

Melissa visibly jumped at the question, but answered it nonetheless. “Oh, I think, maybe… a four?”

“Thank you,” I said with a smile, “And what about if I ask you to take your stockings off now?”

I watched as her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. “I think that would be an eight or a nine,” she replied. It’s interesting how varied responses like this can be. I write down her answer.

“But if I asked you to take off your skirt?” I asked.

“That would be… maybe six. Or seven.”

“Seven?”

“No, six, I think.”

“So, can you do that for me?” She sits rigidly in the chair. “Or would you prefer your stockings?” I phrased the question as a choice where “neither” is not an option. Melissa’s mouth moved but no words emerged.

“It’s your choice,” I said, giving her the illusion of free will.

If you like my stories then I really think you’ll like the book. And if you don’t know if you like my stories, head over to the Exclusive Stories section and read one or two, and if you can’t wait then why not pick up Naked Women in Shorts, my first story collection, to pass the time.