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A new life

By Kenneth Allan All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Humor

Chapter 1


Introducing Clarissa and the reason she is here.
"You've just screwed my boyfriend, haven't you, mum." "Umm, " muttered Clarissa, Mary's mum, and pulled the bed sheets further up to her shoulders. Tim, Mary's boyfriend, was lying back enjoying the scene.
"Don't 'Umm' me and don't blame the weed. You come out here to talk me back to that hell hole you call society and instead you screw my boyfriend."
Clarissa was at a loss for words. She had indeed come to talk Mary into resuming her rightful place in society. She was furious with her because she had to cancel her fortnightly Ladies dinner. Clarissa was convinced it would have been the most impressive yet and she would be elected chairwoman. Now she had to chase all over the country after her daughter and when she finally got to this god awful remote place she found that Mary was away for the night and she was invited to dinner with the commune.
At the end of the evening meal the commune members enjoyed smoking a few bongs before retiring. Clarissa youth was just as misspent as any other youth and she has smoked a joint or two with her friends before but she had never used a bong. She was invited to try it and not wanting to appear rude, smoked one or two or maybe even four or five. The end result was she woke up naked, in bed with a strange man and almost instantly being yelled at by her daughter.
"I didn't know he was your boyfriend," she said lamely.
"Yes but you, you bastard, you knew she was my mother." She snarled at Tim.
Shrugging his shoulders he said, "Hey what can I say. I was like, high" "Well if you like each other that much you can have each other!" she yelled and scooped up all of Clarissa's clothing and belongings. She ran out of the door, over to the message board then jumped into Clarissa's Mercedes and roared off. Clarissa ran out of the cabin as the car drove off completely forgetting she was totally naked.

Clarissa's introduction into clothing standards

"Mary, Mary come back you've got my clothes," she yelled and then she realised she was standing in the open, completely naked amongst a dozen or so men and women. The fact that nobody took the slightest notice was probably because half of them were also naked.
A young woman came up beside her and said, "Clothing is optional around here but it doesn't mean you have to be," and held out a pair of cotton panties and a smock. She looked at them in horror. Cotton panties, honestly and bought from a supermarket no doubt. The smock was made out of linen. It was sleeveless and came down to her mid thighs. It also looked mildly stained.
"I cannot wear these," she screamed, "get me some real clothes. NOW."
The young woman just laughed and replied, "Looks like you go around naked then." This took the wind out of Clarissa's sails so she meekly asked, "You wouldn't happen to have a bra too, would you?"
"Sorry but a bra represents man's oppression of women."
"Um right, well thanks anyway," she replied. She quickly slipped into the clothes then became aware of Tim, still naked, standing next to her. "I don't think she's coming back," he said.
"Why not?"
"She left a message on the message board, 'Screw you all, I'm going home'," then he wandered off, scratching himself.

Clarissa tries to make them take notice of her position in society.

She was wondering what to do when two of the oldest hippies she ever saw walked up to her.
"We are the community elders here, you aren't one of our members, are you?"
"No actually, I came here to visit my daughter and now she has run off with my clothes and car. I wonder if you could arrange a ride into town for me?"
"Unfortunatly we only go into town once a month to the markets in our battered old truck and unfortunately..."
"Don't tell me, you have already been."
"The day before you arrived actually," the elderly hippy man replied.
Feeling as though she knew the answer already but had to ask she said, "You don't have a mobile phone I could use do you?"
The elderly hipster smiled sadly, "We do not use such devices. They are tools of the secret service to spy on the truly free people."
Clarissa sighed, "Well it looks as though I will be visiting for a while."
"I'm afraid we do not have visitors here," the elderly woman said, "everybody who stays must work at something. Make, grow, repair or clean things. We are not a tourist or a visitor centre."
"Are you suggesting I actually do any of that," said a very astonished Clarissa.
"If you want to eat and sleep with a roof over your head you will," promised the elderly hippy man.
"Well, anyway, I have never lowered myself to do any manual work but if you can find something suitable for someone of my standing I suppose I could do it."
The old woman shrugged and called out, "Daffodil," which actually is her name, "could you take Clarissa to the Tulip Commune Hut and show her where she will sleep then put her with Willy's crew." She and her partner strolled off.
"Don't I sleep in there?" she asked Daffodil.
She laughed, "No silly, those are love huts. They are for people who want a bit of privacy." She later found out those were the only huts that had beds.

Clarissa gets a glimpse of her future
The Tulip Commune Hut was a large round hut that slept twenty people, there were five of these huts. Inside the hut on the floor was a giant mattress. The ground was covered in brush and this was covered with woollen blankets sewn together.
Scattered around in very close quarters were smaller blankets, for cover. There was no furniture and they used the two pieces of clothing as a pillow. Clarissa stuttered, "Wh... Wh... Where do I sleep?"
"Wherever there is an empty spot. Don't worry you soon get to know who farts and who snores. Now lets get you to Willy and put you to work." She didn't like the sound of that.
"What does Willy's crew do," she asked with a feeling of dread.
Daffodil said, "They empty and clean all the latrines in the community."

Clarissa explores the commune

She wandered around feeling totally at a loss. She had no possessions on her, absolutely nothing. The clothes she wore were not hers, not really and she was used to at least half-a-dozen credit cards alone with a couple of servants following her around.
Feeling rather depressed she walked along the little path which took her to a clear pool fed by one of the many mountain streams where several people were swimming and floating around. She sat on a rock feeling at a total loss when a man waved at her and called out, it was Tim.
"Come on in," he yelled.
"Sorry, can't. Don't have my bathers," she yelled back.
"What, have you got something we haven't seen yet," a young woman retorted. It was the one that gave her the clothes. A sarcastic response formed on her lips but she then she thought, Oh to hell with it, and dropped her smock, slipped out of her panties and performed a graceful dive into the pond surfacing right beside Tim.
"Pretty cool dive," he said admiringly.
"Junior Diving Championship, three years running, private school. Oh and thank you for the clothes," she said to the young woman.
"Don't mention it. We share everything here," she said grinning at Tim.
"I wish you had told me you were Mary's boyfriend," she said ruefully.
"Would it have made any difference?" he asked. She thought for a minute then sighed, "Probably not. I was so high I don't think I would have cared."
"Anyway," Tim said, "Mary seems to think she has exclusive rights to me but here we share everything." A couple of the girls giggled.
Continuing he said, "but I suppose she will make trouble for you at home, spilling the beans to your old man."
"The old man and I are divorced. Have been for years," replied Clarissa and noticing the look in Tim's eyes, "and if you think I am sleeping with you again, forget it."
"Why not. Didn't you like it?"
The memory brought little shivers of pleasure up and down her body but she said, "I'll just be thinking of Mary every time we do it."
Changing the subject she asked if there were any children here. "Nope," said the young woman, "children complicate things. They inhibit the true free life. They're always around, demanding things, needing to be stopped from killing themselves, needing to be fed, bums wiped and are generally just a drag. To join us you have to be at least twenty and if you are married, be willing to share." A horn sounded and one of the girls shouted, "Grubs up" and started swimming to the bank.

Clarissa discovers the eating area
The little group arrived at the community kitchen. This consisted of one hut where all the food preparation is done, several wood fired barbecues and lots of picnic tables with little thatched roofs over them. A queue had already formed at the hut and people were helping themselves to cold ham, salads, fruits and nuts. Huge kettles were hanging over wood fires and people were drawing hot water for coffee or tea. On one table were several casks of red wine and jugs of Cider.
"Sorry we can't offer you any white wine or beer," Tim said, "just no way to keep it cold enough."
She filled a plate up and took a jug of cider and they all found an empty table. She listened to the merry, noisy chatter and laughter around them.
"Are they always this cheerful."
"Yes, mostly," said Melissa, the young woman, "People don't come here to live, they come here to escape, to recover from illness, a tragedy, an accident or a broken heart and the community seems to sense when you need help. Several people will take you to one of a few private places and help you with your grief. Nobody ever enquires about what happens and no one tells but they all return healed and re-vitalised."
"See that young man over there," said Melissa, "his entire family was killed in a road accident and he was totally spared. Not a scratch on him. He was about to end the guilt and sorrow when a friend brought him hear. He was never left alone, even when he wanted to be. Someone, usually a girl, would stay by his side and hold him while he cried. Day by day the community slowly healed him, gave him the strength to live and deal with his loss. He no longer has fits of depression, outbursts of anger or rage but is now quite a popular guy, especially with the girls"
Clarissa looked at the handsome young man and wondered if she could find peace here.

Clarissa learns more about Tim
Clarissa, with a very full stomach, found a nice soft spot under a tree to lie and digest her meal as well as lightly doze off. A little later she was startled by the sound of Tim lying down beside her, still naked.
"Oh!" she said, "its you," then after a short pause, "do you think she will forgive us?"
"Well, she will me but I don't know about you though."
Her heart sank but he said, "however I will bring her round when I come back with you."
"What. Are you leaving?"
"Yes, we all eventually do. We know when we have to leave. Mary did, she just did it with a bit of flair."
"Why do you think she will listen to you. Someone who screwed her mother."
"It may seem unbelievable but I love Mary. Don't believe that everybody who comes here is damaged in some way. Most of us are quite normal. What this place does for us is to allow us to behave in ways we wouldn't even consider back home, as long as it doesn't damage anyone and not illegal. I am a healthy young adult male and this place allows me to be rather promiscuous and I like it but at home I am a Human Relations manager with a technology company and if Mary allows me to marry her she will be the only woman in my life. I wont be coming back here again.
"Do you have to go around screwing everyone to be happy here?" she asked.
"Of course not, there are many people here who don't have sex. They may be celibate or have someone in their lives they don't want to cheat on. Its just that the rules allow you to be promiscuous if you wish.”
“What about Mary, did she have the same belief?” Clarissa asked.
Sensing that it might be better to change the subject Tim inquired, "What job did you get assigned to start with?"
"Willy's crew."
"Brilliant. You will learn things from that," he said, "now I have to go play a doubles' tennis match with Melissa."
Clarissa shuddered. The image of Melissa's big boobs bouncing up and down with Tim's large penis swinging back and forth was too much for her. She went back to sleep.

Clarissa goes to bed
The evening meal passed without any interesting events and Clarissa declined the community bong. Enough is enough, she thought and decided to go outside for a walk but when she left the dining hall a woman stopped her. "Here," she said and gave Clarissa an aerosol can, "insect repellent. Its one of the few luxurious were allowed. You don't want your body covered with disgusting mosquito bites, do you?"
Clarissa agreed you don't, thanked the woman and liberally sprayed her body. She wandered around till bedtime then made her way back to the Tulip Community hut and entered. It was dark and crowded. There were a few candles burning from flame proof candle holders giving some light. The sounds were a mixture of people whispering and snoring with the occasional fart. She peered around looking for an empty spot and carefully stepped over bodies under blankets. She accidentally stepped on a bundle that seemed to be moving energetically around. A blonde head followed shortly by a short haired redhead, panting, popped out.
"Oy watch it, you bitch," the blonde girl said.
"Yeah that was my arse you stepped on, thanks very much," the red-headed girl yelled at her.
"Shut up over there," an anonymous voice piped up.
"Some of us are trying to sleep," yelled another. Somebody farted, loudly. Eventually Clarissa found a spot right in the middle of everyone. Feeling very self conscious she removed her smock but kept her panties on and slipped under the blanket. She slept like a log, snoring and farting all night.

Clarissa discovers the baths
Morning arrived and she was woken up by everyone else waking up. Men and women were standing up, yawning, scratching, gathering up their clothes and heading outside, either dressed or undressed. A girl said to Clarissa, "Aren't you coming?"
She asked where everyone was heading and the girl replied, "To have a bath, silly. You have to have a bath once a day because if you don't people will soon let you know you stink. You can do it later if you want."
Clarissa said no, now is fine, got dressed and followed the girl out. About ten of them followed and soon was joined by about thirty other people, dressed, undressed and partially dressed. The path ended on a rock ledge right on the bend of a river. There was a shelf under the water as if carved by it. All over the rock ledge were little boxes and in the boxes were towels, wash clothes and soap.
"How did they get here?" asked an amazed Clarissa.
"House team. They look after things like this. Makes sure the old towels are cleared and new ones in there place. There always here."
The girl grabbed a wash cloth and soap and jumped in the river.
"Brrr," she said, "come on. It will do you good."
Dropping her smock and slipping out of her panties Clarissa copied her. She didn't realise how much she would come to love this ritual over the coming week.

Clarissa discovers her job
Breakfast was perfect. It could not have been matched by any hotel in the western world and since they had just been to the markets everything was fresh and new. They had a choice of hot breakfasts or any natural non-sugary cereal, fruits or nut. Fresh UN-pasteurized milk and of course gallons of coffee and tea. Clarissa had just finished breakfast when Daffodil appeared and took her to Willy's work-shed and introduced her to Willy. He took Clarissa's breath away. He was a small dirty little naked man. She had been stared at by many men but nothing quite like this little mans stare. It was almost as if he knew her.
Still, she thought, I am not working on toilets. She decided to put on her usual act by drawing herself up to her full height and declared, "My father is a city councillor and a senior member of the church council. I, myself, sit on the executive council of several important charities and hold a high position in society. I demand to be treated as a community elder." Everyone looked on impressed even the dirty naked young man who stopped pushing his wheelbarrow of sweet potatoes and sat watching her while smoking a cigarette.
All except Willy. "Well, well, well. It's little Clarissa Montegue. Older, yes definitely older but still Clarissa."
Shocked she asked, "Do I know you, I hope I don't."
"Oh you know me alright. Remember, Father MacFarlane," he said, "except of course its Bishop MacFarlane now."
Oh my god, she thought, she did.
"Look," she said, "I was only sixteen at the time. I told everybody it was my fault."
"This young lady," he addressed the now growing crowd, "broke into my room when I was a young priest and removed most of her clothes. I tried to remove her from my room and a scuffle ensued during which time several members of the church council arrived and witnessed the whole scene."
"I said I confessed."
"After they transferred me to the poorest slum area in the state."
She gulped, "Does this mean I am emptying shit cans."
"Does she have all her shots, Daffodil?" Asked Willy.
"I don't actually know. She didn't come through the regular channels."
Willy looked at Clarissa, "Well?"
Sullenly Clarissa said, " I have. I came back from Africa two weeks ago."
"OK. Here's the map, there's the cart. Start emptying shit cans and scrubbing latrines." He said and laughing out loud went off to use one.

Clarissa starts her job
Feeling utterly depressed Clarissa grabbed the handle of the cart when the young man spoke.
"Everyone has had to do a week of this so don't feel so bad." Clarissa thanked him. "A tip though. Take your clothes off. The first time I did it I spilled an entire can down my smock soaking myself to the skin in shit. It took two weeks for the laundry crew to get the smell of shit out of them and I had to go around naked till they gave me clean ones." She thanked him for the advice and once more removed her smock and slipped out of her pantries. Feeling a bit self conscious she put her clothes in a little locker.
Daffodil said, " Don't be too embarrassed. Lots of people perform their worked naked."
Taking firm hold of her cart she plodded towards the first latrine. Clarissa was embarrassed. She hated public nudity and her current situation made her very uncomfortable. Clarissa didn't actually hate nudity, she enjoyed a naked romp with any number of boys and girls, in private. It was public nudity that bothered her and this was caused by an incident when she was fifteen. She didn't start developing breasts till she was sixteen and in a desperate bid to retain her superiority badgered her mother to getting custom made falsies. She then wore these convincing herself nobody else knew. One day, at their favourite swimming hole, they stole her clothes and bathing costume leaving her bare and flat-chested. For half an hour she was subject to humiliating taunts and insults (she was not well liked) before someone took pity on her and gave her a towel.
Trudging on she passed many people pulling, pushing or carrying things, also naked. She began to think she better get over it then she opened the latrine ddor.

Clarissa's first encounter with a shit can
A group of commune members had an all night party the night before. The can had over flowed, rubbish everywhere, used condoms and lumps of dried up vomit and almost instantly she added her own vomit, her entire breakfast. Recovering she heard a sound behind her, a man, thankfully not naked, swaying back and forth. He held out a half full bottle of beer in a gesture of friendship. She declined politely.
"That party was a blast man," he said, "let me help you empty this can." Before she could say a word he lifted the overflowing can clear of the ground, staggered, tripped, spun around and emptied the entire contents over himself. He uttered a horrible scream and ran for the nearest water hole. Clarissa carefully avoiding the liquid pool of crap and retrieved the can.
Her now empty stomach seemed to steady her and she settled down to the gruesome task of cleaning out vomit and when she finished she had a strange feeling of pride as though she had successfully achieved the impossible. She pushed her cart on to the following latrines and the stink of shit slowly faded in her nostrils till she wasn't aware of it. Her collection drum became full and she pushed the heavy cart to the drop off point. Thankfully she didn't have to empty it herself. A strong, rather handsome man, was there to do the job. She felt sorry for him as he was covered in shit, but then again so was she.

Harold empties her can of shit
"Morning miss. Got a load for me have you. The names Harry."
"Clarissa, yes I do thanks." She watched in admiration as he effortlessly lifted the can out of the cart and dumped it down the hole. She was about to go when he said, "See you at Willy's table for dinner?"
"Willy's table?" she queried. Sitting down he retrieved a smoke from his little pouch. It was tied by a cord around his waist. Many people had one.
"Yeah, Willy's table is where we eat. No matter how much you scrub it takes several days to get the smell off. People get sort of funny when you sit next to them."
"Oh, " she wasn't used to be treated as a pariah as she was usually the one doing the ignoring. Clarissa accepted the offered smoke and light then Willy turned up. She expected to be told to get back to work but he sat down beside them and pulled a little flask of brandy from his pouch. He offered Clarissa some but she declined.
"What do you do around here?" She enquired.
"Relieve Harry."
"You but your so small" she stopped in embarrassment.
" I'm so small, " said an affronted Willy, " Watch this."
A fat, gray haired man came pushing his cart, he looked like he was going to pop an artery any minute. Willy swung two hooks and caught the base, effortlessly lifted the can from the cart and tipped the contents down the hole. She was impressed. Thanking Harry for the smoke she replenished the supplies in her cart and headed off to the next latrine.

Clarissa has a bath
At they end of the day they all met to go to bathe. There was herself, Willy, Harry, the Fatman, two other men and women. One of the men was covered from head to toe in shit.
"Gawd, what happened to you Billy?" asked Harry.
"Those Ferguson guys dumped a can over my head."
Ferguson and his gang were all twenty-one year old men who came from the same private school. They were pure bullies and many attempts were made to get the elders to expel them but with no success.
"Doing worry Billy," said Willy, "Harry and I will fix them up."

Clarissa at Willy's table
It was just as Harry said, people stepped aside when you approached them and stood six feet away whenever they were having a conversation with you. So as not to contaminate the other members Willy's table was placed in the corner but no one was eating.
"What are we waiting for?"
"The only perk of being a shit pusher. Table service."
A perky, topless little brunette ran over.
"What will I get you Willy?" She asked. Giving her an evil leer he said, "Two hours in the love hut."
Clarissa looked at Willy aghast. He was a bishop for heaven's sake.
"He always says that," said Harry, "he gets lucky about once in every ten girls."
The girl, taking not the slightest offence giggled and said, " No silly, what can I get you and your friends to eat."
Before Willy could open his mouth Harry gave the order for food.
Even in the community hut the segregation existed. There was a small but defined no go area around her blanket. Shrugging she slipped under the sheet for her second night.

Clarissa meets Bella
She bathed again in the morning still trying to get the smell of shit off her body and then joined the rest of the gang at Willy's table. She was going to skip breakfast but Bella, another shit pusher, said, "Don't skip breakfast. Eat as much as you can. You definitely won't feel like eating once you start. Don't worry you won't throw it up."
Clarissa thanked Bella and asked if she had done this before.
"Third time," she said, "been in the commune for eighteen months."
Bella was forty-nine and married twice. Her first marriage ended in a horrible divorce and her second husband died in a car crash two years into the marriage. Neither men gave her any children.
"I was a mess when I arrived here. This was the first job they gave me. It's amazing how wallowing in real shit puts your life into perspective. I spent so much effort trying not to vomit all over the place I totally forgot my problems and I survived it. I realised if I could survive a week of pushing real shit around I can survive a lifetime of pushing the imaginary shit society throws at you."
This gave Clarissa plenty to think about as she pushed her cart around the latrines. Bella was right and Clarissa realised that she was an expert at dishing out imaginary shit. She was regarded as the red Queen of her social group. "Off with her head" spelled doom for anybody that upset her but compared to what she was doing now it all seemed rather silly and pretentious. Heaven's, she thought, what would they think if they saw her now, naked, dirty and pushing a cart full of shit. She was about to find out.

Clarissa meets Gerald
Bella was right. At lunch break nobody ate a thing or felt like eating. They smoked they're cigarettes or sipped on Willy's flask of brandy and just generally chatted amongst each other. Clarissa sat down on a log and pulled a smoke from her little bag and the Fatman sat down beside her. He was fat, middle aged and balding. His penis seemed rather small but only because it was dwarfed by his enormous belly and his body was almost entirely hairless. Feeling at a loss for words Clarissa asked, " Why do they call you the Fatman?"
The Fatman stared at her and said, " because I'm fat, duh..."
"No, sorry, I mean what's your name?"
"Well that's rare, nobody usually bothered asking me that. Gerald, Gerald Beamish."
Crap, she gasped, "not Gerald Beamish of Beamish art galleries."
"The very same and just who are you that knows me."
"Clarissa Bell."
"Oh my goodness. Your my main sponsor. I saw you once at the gallery, you were looking at some photographs. I watched you from my office."
"Why didn't you come out and introduce yourself." asked Clarissa.
It would have been like swimming in to the mouth of a shark, he thought. He remembered a tall, dignified woman with not a hair out of place and an expression that could freeze the heart of an angel but now he was looking at a dirty, cheerful, friendly face.
"I'm afraid I was a little shy."
"Nonsense you just thought I was full of imaginary shit."
He burst out laughing, "and now your covered in real shit."
"Why do you come here," Clarissa asked.
"I'm myself here. I choose to go around naked all the time. I choose to show people who I really am. A fat middle aged balding man with quite uninspiring sexual equipment."
"That's rather hard on yourself?"
"It's true though isn't it?"
Backed into a corner Clarissa had to agree.
"Out in the real world I've got to be a lot of things I am not.{needs to be reworded} I've got to pretend to be on a diet and I'm not. I love food. I've got to find clothes that fit and at the head of fashion and I'm gay, or didn't you know that. Do you know the pressure it is to be gay these days in our social circles. Everybody wants a gay friend. Your constantly bombarded to come to parties and gathering as the 'gay person'. Here nobody gives a shit if I'm gay or not. Nobody gives a shit if my libido has sunk like the titanic. I can just be me, every fat gay ounce of it." On that note he gathered up his cart and went about his round leaving Clarissa in no doubt that everyone in her social circle would find out about this.

Ferguson's pay back
The next morning everything was buzzing with gossip. Did you hear what happened to Ferguson, somebody lowered a pipe down and totally soaked there beds in raw sewage. Just for the record each latrine has a chemical put in it to breakdown the raw shit so that it has been weakened when it's collected but this was raw sewage. In all the commotion and confusion when they woke up a little package of cocaine fell out of Ferguson's sleeping bag. The commune has a strict no drugs' policy except marijuana. It results in immediate expulsion.
"They packed them all in the truck and took them off to the police in town," said Bella.
"What. They went to town. Damn, I could have been on that truck," moaned Clarissa.

Clarissa's last day pushing shit
"One more day pushing shit to go," Clarissa said to the youngest member of Willy's gang offering her a smoke which she declined. The young lady thanked her and said,"My names Rose. I hear your actually not a member."
"Mines Clarissa. I came to speak to my daughter but she stole my clothes and car and left."
"Ha, ha, that's a good one. My mother tricked me. I wanted to go to Europe for a year and I kept badgering her till she came up with a deal. Spend a whole year here and she will send me to Europe. I researched this place on the Internet and it seemed cool. It did say I would need to contribute my labour but it said nothing about pushing shit around." she explained glumly, "and I'm damned if I will let her beat me."
"Good for you," Clarissa replied, grabbed her cart and left to do rounds thinking, spoiled little bitch.
At lunch break Daffodil turned up with next weeks work orders. "This place is more like a work camp than a hippy commune," she said to Harry.
Harry replied, "It is not that bad. The work is grouped into five categories Make, grow, repair, clean or resting. You cycle through the groups and in resting you have a week off. Willy's gang is only one of four other cleaning groups. The work used to be voluntary but they found that a small group was doing all the work and the much larger group lie around smoking bongs all day so now everyone contributes or you don't eat."
Daffodil approached Clarissa, "I've got you and Bella down for the Farming Group," and continued around the group.

Clarissa finally gets clean
Clarissa was sitting with Bella at the breakfast table when she sniffed herself and said, "When does this smell go away?"
Bella replied, "Don't worry, I'll take you somewhere special after breakfast." Bella led her along a little worn path down the river till it intersected a stream and the path diverged upstream. It ended at a large mud-hole. The stream water seeped up from the ground here and mixed with the earth and vegetation to form a mud-hole then was drained out by the stream. The constantly flowing water prevented the mud-hole from putrefying and as a result there was a pleasant earthy smell about the hole with wasps of scent from the overhanging jasmine. Bella stripped of, stood on the edge of the mud-hole and fell in backwards with a loud plop.
"Come on," she shouted, "get in." Clarissa copied her and ended up sitting beside Bella smearing mud all over her body.
"Somehow," Bella said, " the mud absorbs the toxins and smells from your skin. You end up with a slightly earthy smell which is a lot more preferable than the stench of shit. I could market this stuff but it would ruin it for the commune." Clarissa revelled in the cool mud and covered her body, including her hair, in huge flops of mud then she lay back and enjoyed the sun with Bella.
"Have you ever been laid in this place Bella?" She asked.
Bella replied, "Not initially, I was still feeling love for my dead husband but after a while I began to have desires. I did my best to subtly, and not so subtly, hint to everybody I was ready but nobody seemed to notice, or care. I was getting desperate till somebody explained the love huts to me. It's simple you just ask someone, anyone, man or woman, if they would like to come to a love hut with you. No put downs, like 'in your dreams', or 'Ewww'. Just a polite acceptance or refusal."
"Did you try it?" Interrupted Clarissa.
"Sure did. At first all I got was polite refusals then I got lucky. Now I get maybe one or two every couple of weeks. May not seem like much but it keeps me going."
Apart from Tim it was more than I got, she thought, and briefly wondered if she should seek Tim out.
"Come on," Bella said, "time to wash this mud off.
They were strolling back to the community hall when they passed a love hut. "Watch this, " said Bella and she wandered up to a very young man just passing. She winked at Clarissa and said, "Would you like to come to the love hut with me?"
The look on her face was priceless when the young man put her arm around her waist and said, "Sure honey, lets go." Clarissa didn't see her again till the morning at the Farmers Depot when she looked thoroughly exhausted.

Clarissa learns about the sun
Daphne, the farm leader, assigned her the task of digging up sweet potatoes and taking them to the warehouse. "Collect your garden fork and wheelbarrow over there and go to field ten." On her way to the field she passed many men and women toiling amongst vegetable, fruit trees and corn fields most of them topless or completely naked. Eventually she reached her allotted field and she plunged her garden fork into the earth and turned over heaps of sweet potatoes. Picking these out of the earth she deposited them in the wheelbarrow. On and on she toiled under the growing sun till the sweat was dripping from her. Bugger it, she thought and slipped out of her smock and toiled on in only her panties. She wheeled her barrow, struggling under the sun on many trips to the warehouse. Things began to go hazy and she plunged her fork into the earth again only this time she clipped her foot and badly cutting it. She sank to the ground, hunched against her wheelbarrow and sobbed.
A large brown woman wearing a flower decorated smock and large hat stopped and knelt down. "What you crying for, sweetheart." then she seen the state of her body and hands. "Oh my goodness, what have you done to yourself? Come on, up and come with me," then she yelled, "Daphne, time out." Daphne waved her hand. She guided Clarissa to a soft grassy hill and told her to lie on her face and she retrieved a bottle of lotion to spread over Clarissa's burnt body.

Martha takes care of Clarissa

"What you take you smock off for baby, you don't do that. Just because those other folk run around naked don't mean you have to. They grew up in the sun and their skin is like leather. You don't see me go around naked, do yer, and I not shy about doing so either. This soft white skin of yours needs to be protected though I think it's probably too late now."
Slipping Clarissa's smock on she told her to sit up. "Now lets have a look at those hands. Oh mama mia, look at them. You don't do much work do you love?"
Clarissa shook her head unable to speak. Her hands were covered in large blisters, most of them burst and they were covered in dirt. Her perfectly manicured nails were all broken and split, thick with dirt beneath them. Clarissa sobbed again looking at her hands. She had prized her hands, her perfectly formed fingers and soft pink palms. They were the envy of many a guest at Clarissa's dinners. Martha, the large brown woman, carefully and gently cleaned and disinfected the blisters and then spread a cream all over her palms and fingers.
"Here darl, this will dry your blisters and harden your hands. In a couple of days you will be able to drive nails into wood with them."
This elicited and even bigger sob from Clarissa.
"Now take this straw hat. It's ok, I have a spare one. I make them myself. Just you make sure you are wearing this. Now I suggest you go to bed and rest up." Clarissa thought this was a great idea and painfully made her way to the hut. At this time of the day it was totally empty and she was that tired she took the nearest blanket and didn't even undress. Just laid down on her stomach and went to sleep. As everybody entered the tent they seemed to sense what was wrong and very carefully avoided the sleeping woman. One person even pulled a blanket over her. She slept like a log that night.

Bella helps Clarissa and meets Farmer Giles
She was one of the first to wake up next morning. Every cell in her body demanded that she stay there but her pride drove her to get up. She may not be have been a member of the hard labour force but she damn well wasn't about to give up. She made her way, painfully, to the bathing spot and lowered herself into the water. It was divine. The cold clean water soothed the heat that was still in her burnt skin. She lay back with her eyes closed when Bella splashed down beside her.
"Good god, what happened to you?" she asked. Clarissa explained all that occurred.
"I should never have let you out of my sight. You will stay with me today and we will share the work."
Bella was as good as her word. Clarissa would dig the sweet potatoes' up and Bella would lift them into the wheelbarrow and together they would transport them to the warehouse and this continued to the afternoon when Clarissa had to use a latrine. As she approached the only one around, a man reached it simultaneously.
"After you," he said politely.
"Thank you," she replied and went inside and sat on the can. A few minutes passed and Clarissa got into difficulties.
"The names Giles, Farmer Giles." the man said loudly. The damn thing wouldn't go in.
"What's yours?" he asked. "What! Oh!" Damn, I've dropped it in the can, her stiff fingers tried to retrieve another one.
"They call me Farmer Giles coz I was one. A farmer that is." Aargh, would that damn idiot stop talking as her fingers tried to undo the covering.
"It's alright, you don't need to tell me your name. I wont be offended."
"Clarissa," she yelled almost dropping it for a second time.
"Clarissa, that's a nice name. Quite posh really."
Posh, she swore to herself, posh I'll give you posh then she relaxed. It went in finally. She wiped herself pulled up her panties and left the latrine. Just before he entered the latrine Farmer Giles asked," Fancy going to a love hut with me."
Clarissa had a dozen blistering replies all queued up in her head but protocol required a polite," No thank you." but she continued on with a "maybe some other day." Just to make sure she didn't burn any bridges.

Clarissa and the farm animals
Clarissa struggled on for the rest of the day with Bella till about three in the afternoon when they decided enough was enough and went in search of some beverages. The community made a decent drop of apple cider at the little bar hut and that's where they remained till bed time. The next morning at the depot Daphne said to Clarissa," Two of you working at the same job is not efficient so I'm assigning you to lighter duties."
Yippee, thought Clarissa.
"You can help look after the farm animals." Clarissa's face dropped, she hated farm animals. She was always forced to go, kicking and screaming, to her uncles farm when she was a child. Something disastrous always happened to her.
"You can start by milking the cows" said Daphne and milking the cows was always the worst. They used to gather around Clarissa when she was a twelve year old girl. 'My' they would say,'just watch Clarissa milk the cows.' then double up in laughter as the poor girl gradually became soaked in rapidly souring cows milk. All the local boys loved it.
With great nervousness she sat down on the stool, grabbed a teat and aimed it at the pail and pulled. Sure enough a solid stream of milk soaked her face. Clarissa's swearing and stuttering startled poor Bessy the cow and she shifted knocking Clarissa off her stool straight onto a huge new steaming pile of cow dung. The sound of a man laughing drowned poor Clarissa and she felt a pair of hands lift her up.
"My that was just precious," Farmer Giles laughingly said while scraping the cow dung off of Clarissa's bottom and having a good feel of it. Clarissa, however, did not find this entirely unpleasant and only put up some token resistance.

Clarissa gets to know Farmer Giles
"You know," he said," you have nearly got it right. Sit down and let me show you how." She sat down and he kneeled down with his arms around her guiding her hands, "See you just hold it like this and aim this way and pull." A beautiful white stream of milk hit the pail dead centre. She continued on her own till she had a full pail. Farmer Giles politely carried her pail with her to the collection point.
"Were you really a Farmer?" asked Clarissa holding the pail with him although she had no need to.
"Sure was, a fourth generation farmer. Well actually I would have been a fourth generation farmer if my stupid father hadn't lost the farm in a poker game."
"No,really."
"Yep really. I had it all planned out and was going to sign a milk contract that would have set us up for life and he goes and loses a poker hand. Mum got pissed off and left for the city. Got a cleaning job, eventually hired her own cleaners and built one of the biggest cleaning companies in the city. She became quite wealthy. Dad got a farm labourers job and spent all is money gambling trying to win the farm back. He never did."
"What about you."
"Worked for mum for a bit. Too much of a conflict. Mum wanted me to work, I didn't, so we parted company the best of friends. I bummed around for a few years then a friend told me about this place. I've been here for five years and have done everything here but I mainly help to keep the farming going and take over from Daphne when she needs a break."

Clarissa and the pigs
Daphne suddenly appeared, said hello to Giles and told Clarissa she was needed to clean out the pig sty.
"Ewww," she said and Giles hastily excused himself.
"Its just that I'm allergic to pig shit." he explained and went to check on the fruit trees. Clarissa made her way to the pen and found out it wasn't that bad, after all she had spent a week cleaning out human shit. The pig sties were well built giving the pigs lots of room to move around and their own mud pool to wallow in if they wished. The area that needed to be cleaned was easily hosed down into special drains and to Clarissa's amazement she began to like the pigs except for the boar.
Charlie, the old man in charge of the farm animals, had said to her, "'Ere lass, you watch out fer Hector, he's a bad tempered un is that un. Don't get to close to 'im."
All the pigs had been very friendly to Clarissa so she thought the boar was just misunderstood. Perhaps she could make friends with it so she approached it, cautiously, with a pail of feed. At first the boar just watched her but as she got closer it lowered its tusk and started pawing the ground. Choosing to ignore this warning sign Clarissa kept edging closer but the boar suddenly lunged at her. She dropped the pail and took of like an Olympic sprinter clearing the railing, tripping then falling flat into a dirty muddy hole.
As she dragged herself up she seen that the boar had stopped at the pail and was calmly eating the feed. She never went near it again and focused her attention on the lady pigs that came up and grunted around her nuzzling her gently with the little pigs running around her feet. She had to take great care not to step on any.

Girl talk with Bella
Clarissa caught up with Bella at dinner time and they enjoyed a bong or two together. Bella asked Clarissa about Farmer Giles.
"He's actually quite nice," said Clarissa," and reasonably attractive."
"Has he asked you to a love hut yet?" asked Bella.
"Well yes but I wasn't ready for it."
"You can ask him, you know."
"Oh no. I couldn't."
"Why not. You scared he would say yes."
"I am not. I'm a forty-one year old woman, I know my way around the world."
"We're not talking about the world, we're talking about Farmer Giles."
Taking a nice deep suck of the bong she said," Well it would be nice. Maybe I will."
She didn't know why but she asked Bella, "have you ever asked a woman to a love hut." There was a bit of a silence and Bella said," Yes once but I wouldn't do it again."
"Why not?"
"I didn't like it all that much. I met her on laundry duty, she was incredibly sad. She was gender confused or something like that. We got smoking pot together and talking about sex. She kept asking me what it was like to have sex with a man. It was very unsettling, I mean it's not something you can explain in great detail. She wanted technique, positions, what I did for foreplay. If it wasn't for the weed I would have bailed then she said she had a strap-on dildo and would I show her how to use it. I may have been as high a kite but I was interested. I asked her why. She said she was very unhappy as a girl and was going to go through with a sex change and she felt attracted to me and that I would be a good teacher."
"What did you do."
"Well I was high enough to be flattered so I told her to get the strap-on and meet her outside the hut. She did and we went in."
"What happened then" Clarissa asked.
"It was amazing. I showed her what to do, how to behave, what to say and it was better than having sex with a man. The things she could do with that strap-on..."
She paused and took a suck of the bong and was quiet. The whole room had grown strangely quiet with everybody seemingly immersed in their own realities. Smoke rose from their bong to join the couple of dozen around the room so that there was a constant haze of smoke.
"What happened to her," asked Clarissa.
"She vanished. Just got up and left. No note, no goodbye, nothing."
"You wouldn't do it again?"
"Why, you want to give it a go."
"No, I was just asking."
"No I wouldn't do it again. It's not just the dick that I like about a man, it's the feel of his skin, his smell, his strength all these things mean things to me. Another woman just doesn't cut it."
"Tim was the only man I have had sex with for a very long time," said Clarissa," I think that was part of the problem. Oh god, I'm so wasted I'm going to bed."

Clarissa farewells Martha
Clarissa enjoyed working in the farm, especially among the lambs and Apalcos. She was especially pleased that no animal was killed for food in the commune. Every animal was picked for the produce it could supply the commune with. Even the pigs, they supplied the piglets which were sold to the farmers around the district. They were famous for their quality piglets.
All the meat was brought in on the monthly trip and the kitchen team spent a couple of days preserving it. There was always plenty of fishermen, and women, that could keep them supplied with fresh fish, cray and yabbies.
Clarissa was feeding the chickens, topless, enjoying the soft morning sun when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"What you doin girl, eh, didn I tell you to wear your smock in the sun. You'll destroy that ivory white skin of yours but by the looks of you I think that ship has sunk."
Descending on her was a large naked brown Martha. She immediately got up and hugged the huge woman.
"Mama Martha," she said, everyone called her Mama Martha even though she was only thirty-eight.
"I've come to tell you I've found me a man and we are leaving to get married."
It was about then she noticed a small dark man behind Martha.
"This here is Toby, say hello to Clarissa, Toby. She used to be a stuck up white bitch with ideas about society. I think she's over them now."
"Not quite yet, Martha but getting there. How are you Toby,"
"We are off to Jamaica for a traditional wedding with my sisters and brothers. Toby here has his own private jet to take us.”
"I'm very well, thank you, Clarissa," he said in impeccable English it was also the only thing he said in the conversation.
Clarissa's eyebrows lifted.
"Ok we'll be off, you take care now, understand," she said. Clarissa thanked her and the happy naked couple strolled of hand in hand. Martha was right, her ivory white skin had been replaced by a gentle tanning which she quite liked. Clarissa now liked going around topless and sometimes nude. She was a forty-one year old woman with a forty-one year old woman's body and had no illusions about herself but occasionally she caught much younger men studying her with a sparkle in their eyes and starch in their pecker. It gave a marvelous boost to her self-image.
She also like the fact everybody felt comfortable and safe this way. The commune had very strict rules about in-appropriate behaviour and both men and women were encouraged to report any infractions. It was just so easy and natural to take any one by the hand and lead them consensually into the trees that it was unthinkable and unforgivable to do so non-consensually.

Clarissa meets Warren
Clarissa went back to feeding the chickens when she heard Daffodil behind her.
"Clarissa," she called out, "yoohoo, I've got a job for you."
Clarissa turned to meet Daffodil accompanied by Warren. Warren gave Clarissa the creeps, Warren gave everybody the creeps. He was a young man of about twenty five, tall and skinny. He was only wearing his boxer shorts and everyone wished he wore a smock. His ribs poked out and you could count each one. His arms were like matchsticks and he had a long scrawny neck. Warren's face was dominated by a large nose and close knit eyes with two enormous bushy eyebrows. His eyes were peculiarly sharp and bright. His pupils, pinpoints of black that seemed to pierce your soul and all this was highlighted by a pair of pail thin lips.
He was shy and totally toung tied around women, awkward and reserved around men. Nobody could recall that he ever asked anyone to a love hut or even if he masturbated. Nobody regarded masturbation as a socially undesirable trait. In fact there was usually someone amongst the twenty people in the hut that was having a good time with themselves. It was also noticed that he would disappear into the forest for a couple of hours but the community was a tolerant community and left him to it.

Clarissa goes fishing
"I need you to accompany Warren as a fishing partner," said Daffodil, somewhat apologetically. Clarissa drew Daffodil aside and whispered," Why me? I don't know anything about fishing."
"Listen," she said, "he's been badgering me about going fishing for weeks. Just go along and humour him, will you, as a favour to me. Its only for one day and I will give you a dream job as soon as I can." Clarissa reluctantly agreed and said to Warren," Ok Wazza, lets go catch some fish." Warren noticeable flinched.
"Hold on," Daffodil called out," here's your gear." She gave Clarissa a fishing rod and a basket and they went off with Warren striding in the lead leaving Clarissa puffing and panting behind him.
"Hoy," she called out," slow up a bit. I'm not as young as you." In response Warren decreased his stride and they reached their goal in silence. For some reason known only to himself he abruptly sat down on the bank. Clarissa sat down beside him and just to make conversation she asked,"What do you do to amuse yourself."
There are actually quite a number of theories held by everyone about that subject but they are all unprintable instead to Clarissa's surprise he volunteered, "I write poetry" then he lapsed into silence and his whole body language screamed "Quiet". This happened for so long Clarissa began to get uncomfortable then he stood up and announced, "No fish here, lets go."
Amazed Clarissa stood up and followed him till he sat down again. Settling herself down on the soft grass Clarissa asked,"Professionally or for fun?" This time he appeared a bit more talkative.
"Do you write professionally," inquired Clarissa again, Warren sat quiet before he answered, "Not quite. I publish my poems in The Poets Monthly. It's a small circular we send around friends."
"The Poets Monthly," said Clarissa trying hard to recall it, "I think I have read a couple of issues." Then as if a light had turned on in her head she said, " of course, Warren Stewart. I read one of your poems. It was quite romantic." He blushed and stammered, " thank you".
"Why don't you show people some of them. They might end up lik..." she stopped suddenly.
"They might end up liking me," he parroted,"Never happen, the guys don't like me and the girls make fun of me."
"That happens to everybody, you know. Lots of girls think I am a stuck up bitch just because I come from a rich and cultured family." she replied.
"Yeah, but heaps of guys think you are really hot," he countered. Really, she thought, that's a boost to the ego.

Disaster for Clarissa
Just then Warren jumped up and said, "Come on, we've got to find some bait." Following him she said, "Ewww. I hope it's not worms."
"Nope, grubs. Just keep turning any logs you find and pop them in this jar."
"Do they bite?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Aargh," she yelled, "it bit me."
"Sometimes though."
"Well thanks for telling me now. Are they poisonous."
"Nope."
They both watched Clarissa's finger swell up.
"However some people are allergic to them. Here I have some anti-histamine cream for bee stings, might work with grub bites." His touch was surprisingly gentle. Once he was satisfied the swelling was going down he picked up a hand line and attached the grub to the hook. Swinging the weighted hook around his head he expertly cast it into the middle of the river. He repeated this for the further three lines.
"Have you ever used a spinning reel," Warren asked.
"Don't even know what it is, " she replied and Warren spent the next thirty minutes explaining how to use the spinning rod. She started casting into the river and retrieving the hook and was casting further and further each time till it all went wrong. Clarissa cast the hook back but let too much line out then whipped the hook forward straight into her left buttock. She let out a roar and started dancing around getting tangled up in the fishing line till Warren grabbed her and forced her face down into the ground.
"Get it out, get it out," screamed Clarissa.
Warren stuttered,"I... I... I will have to remove your panties."
"I don't f##cking care, just get the damn hook out."
Warren cut the top of the hook then carefully removed Clarissa's panties. The hook was buried just off the crack of her ass. "I can't pull it out. It would tear the flesh. I will have to push it through and out."
"I don't care," said Clarissa chewing on her knuckles, "just get it out."
He gingerly put his hands on her buttocks, gripped the hook with a pair of pliers and pushed, Clarissa screamed. He pushed again and the hook slipped out. Luckily there was not a lot of blood and he covered the wounds in an anti-septic and band-aid.
"Thanks," said Clarissa," what's wrong you look embarrassed."
"I... I'm not used to being this close to a woman's bum."
"Oh come on Warren, you must have been. Your twenty-five," replied Clarissa and added cheekily, "want to have a closer look."
"Oh god no!" he replied startled," we better check the lines." They were lucky that day, three large carps were added to the basket. They re baited the lines and hauled in more fish. Clarissa was doing her part and picked up a few fish on her spinner.

Clarissa saves Warren from drowning
The day dragged on and Clarissa had a call of nature. Telling Warren what she was going to do she headed into the bush. She was just finishing up when she heard a scream. She raced back to Warren to find him in the river floating down stream yelling that he can't swim. Clarissa stripped off and dived into the river. As she got closer Warren disappeared from view so she swam underwater. Warren was trapped, pushed by the current, against a sunken tree trunk. Swimming up she grabbed his arms and pulled him clear and up to the surface. Warren was unconscious when Clarissa pulled him to the shore and started giving CPR when all of a sudden Clarissa wasn't giving mouth to mouth and was being kissed by Warren. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her bare body onto his and then he broke apart suddenly as he realised what he was doing.
"Oh god, sorry, sorry." Damn, thought Clarissa, I was just beginning to enjoy that.
"I've never done anything like that before," he muttered.
"Well, perhaps if you learn to swim."
"No, no," he interrupted," kiss a woman, naked."
Clarissa shrugged her shoulders," Well, this is the place to do it. It happens all the time."
As Warren calmed down Clarissa asked,"Haven't you ever asked a girl to a love hut."
"I've never had the nerve," he replied and to change the subject said," I really think I should learn to swim"
Clarissa replied," I can teach you but on one condition."
"Which is?"
"You have to lose the boxer shorts."
Warren laughed, a genuine warm, deep, masculine laugh which went straight to Clarissa's heart. Warren replied,"It's a deal."
Clarissa and Warren developed a deep friendship but it was never intimate even when swimming naked together. Clarissa spread Warrens poetry around and a little poetry group developed around him including a little tubby red-headed girl that never left his side. She adored him and eventually took him to a love hut.

Clarissa finds out more about Daffodil
Clarissa was wondering what was going to happen next when Daffodil turned up. "Hi," she said, "next weeks work duties is the laundry team."
"Uh, oh, ok," she said. Daffodil was a small, tubby little woman of twenty-nine and the little glasses on her nose gave her a sort of official air. Something made Clarissa ask," Daffodil, why don't you ever go nude or topless."
Daffodil paused, slightly, and pondered her answer.
"Because of this," she said and lifted her smock off. The entire front of her body from ankles to her neck was one massive twisted scar. Her breast unrecognisable lumps of scar tissue. She replaced her smock.
Embarrassed Clarissa said, "Oh I'm so very sorry. That was very rude of me."
"No not at all. Would you like to know what happened." and without waiting for an answer she sat down beside Clarissa and enjoyed a smoke together.
"I was twenty at the time. I went to an all-night birthday party. I wore my nice new tiny bikini and was rather hoping someone would take it off me. They had a big bonfire going but it began to die out. Some drunken idiot decided to throw some petrol on it by filling up a plastic drink bottle and tossing it on the fire. It exploded and propelled itself out of the fire. A pure fireball and I was right in its path wearing only my tiny bikini. Thank god my face was spared."
"I was in a lot of pain for a couple of years and when I could, I came here to rest. I couldn't do any physical work so they gave me this task which helped me enormously. Slowly the scars healed and the pain is almost gone now but my movement is still restricted. I went around in the nude when I arrived and it did help. The continual rubbing of the clothes was quite irritating but as the pain grew less I became more and more uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong the people here are fabulous and have never made any comments but I just couldn't get over the feeling of awkwardness so I just stopped it."
"How about when you bathe," asked Clarissa throwing a hungry chicken some food.
"I bathe when there is nobody there and out of the way."
"Would you like someone to bathe with you?" she asked.
Daphne looked at her and said," Yes I would."
"Ok I will meet you there tomorrow."
Daphne gave her thanks and got up to leave, "Oh by the way, the laundry is an early start, around seven in the morning."
Clarissa nodded ok.

The laundry is explained
Things went wrong from the start when Clarissa arrived. Billy and Joel, the other two laundry hands, didn't turn up. Joel was supposed to chop the wood and stack it under the boilers ready for Clarissa to light them.
Billy was supposed to sort out the huge overflowing basket of men and women's underwear and now she had to do it. Clarissa had never done any laundry at all in her entire life let alone pick up a pair of her own icky underpants.
Standing in front of the huge basket of icky underwear her stomach performed one of its customary somersaults but she was made of sterner stuff now and kept her breakfast in.
Nobody owns anything in the commune and if you are silly enough to bring something in it is taken and sold at the markets. The same goes for your clothes, your underpants and smock and blanket, they are all common property and if you need to change your clothes you dump them in the basket, one for underwear and one for smocks then go and pick clean ones from the stack on the tables. You can do this as often as you want except this time there wasn't any.

Clarissa struggles with the laundry
It must have been some sort of wild weekend judging by the huge pile of underwear and for every dirty pair in the basket there was one less in the clean pile.
She got to work and had to hand fill the huge boilers with water from the stream then build and stoke the fires under them. As she waited for the water to boil she had to hand sort all the dirty underwear into a pile of cotton panties for women and boxer shorts for men.and once that had been done she poured heaps of washing powder into the pots then dropped the underwear into the near boiling water.
Using a big stick she had to stir it up then pull each one out and wash each one by hand in a bowl to make sure they were spotless and when her basket was full hang these up to dry. The whole hut became filled with steam and sweat poured out of every pour in her body till her smock and panties were soaked with sweat. She pulled them off and dumped them in the laundry basket and just then Billy and Joel turned up.
"Where the hell have you two been?" shouted Clarissa. The two latecomers giggled and cuddled each other.
"Sorry," said Joel, "we got sidetracked."
"Screwing, more like it," muttered Clarissa," how about getting to work, people are dropping off clothes and leaving naked."
"Nothing new there," said Billy and dove into the pile of laundry. Slowly they caught up but people were complaining that they're underwear was still damp. Clarissa yelled at Billy to be more careful, Billy yelled at Clarissa for being such an ass-hole and they both yelled at Joel just for being, well, a guy. Finishing time rolled around and the sweaty, smelly, naked, bad-tempered people headed for the swimming pond.

Clarissa has a little moan
During the evening Clarissa moaned to Bella about them. "It's not that they don't work but they can't seem to keep their hands off each other. It's driving me bonkers."
"Sure your not jealous," teased Bella.
"Jealous," she exploded, " jealous of that skinny bitch, " her shoulders dropped, "just a bit, I suppose"
"I keep telling you, you should ask Farmer Giles to a love hut."
"I'm not ready yet but I will eventually."

Clarissa and Billy clash
The following morning Joel was there stacking the firewood but Billy was missing and the dirty underwear was overflowing again.
"Where is Billy?" She demanded dumping a bundle of especially icky underwear into the boiler. "Latrine" was the reply. One hour later and the smock basket filled up she asked again, "where the hell is Billy" then she appeared, walking up from the clothes line area with a strange smile on her face.
"You little bitch,", yelled Clarissa again," your high, aren't you?" It was a strict rule; no smoking while working.
"Oh god, Clarissa, your so sexy when your angry. Why don't we go to a love hut." Joel spotted the murderous look in Clarissa eyes and hurriedly intervened.
"Come on Billy," he said," let's get you started on your smocks," and the girl carried dirty smocks up to the boiler giggling and singing to herself.
That evening Clarissa related the whole sorry saga to Bella again.
"I should have reported her to the laundry leader but Joel swore he would look after her. I was so busy hanging up all the underwear to dry I forgot all about her. On my way back to the laundry hut I became aware of people laughing. I couldn't believe what I saw. Pouring out of the boiler like a white volcano was enormous quantities of soap suds. The stupid bitch poured not only a whole pail of soap-powder but a pail of soap-flakes into the boiler and then let the water boil. Soap bubbles where everywhere and the whole bottom half of Billy was submerged in them. Of course it didn't take long for someone to see the fun in this and jump in. Before I knew it half the community was cavorting in the soap suds, naked of course. Eventually the elders turned up and put a stop to all the fun and the laundry leader sent Billy off to recover and naturally Joel had to go and take care of her. That left only me to clean everything up which, according to the elders, I deserved for allowing her to work while high!"

Clarissa finally has it with Billy
By now, on Clarissa's fourth day, people were getting really crabby. They kept complaining their underwear was damp or it had shrunk. Their smocks were all wrinkled or they had to go for another day without underwear when they really, really needed a pair and whenever she turned around Billy and Joel were missing.
She struggled on till patience finally gave out. She had been arguing with a tall, well built grey haired English gentleman complaining about his boxer shorts.
"There too damn small," he complained," and I can't find any the right size."
"Sorry sir," said Clarissa, madly scrambling around trying to find the right size, "we don't seem to have any that will fit you."
"What! What do you mean you don't have any, I must have my boxer shorts, I cannot go around without any on."
"Well, we do have these ladies cotton panties. I am sure they would fit."
"Do you take me for some kind of transvestite."
She didn't know there was different kinds of transvestites but she said," Oh I'm sure nobody would see them under your smock, sir. I certainly wouldn't tell."
"I would know though, wouldn't I."
"Well yes... but it would be better than having your bits dangling around unrestrained."
With a loud grunt he grabbed a pair of cotton panties and slipped into them. He paused a moment, wriggled his crotch around then said,"You know, they are quite comfortable and the support is quite astounding. Ok these will do." and strolled off adjusting his himself as he did.
Sighing Clarissa turned around and sure enough the pair were nowhere to be seen but the contents of the smock basket seemed to have taken on a life of its own. Swearing under her breath and with a burst of super-human strength she upended the basket and all the laundry spilled out along with Billy and Joel, their legs still entwined together. She let loose with such a stream of obscenities it would have made her gardener proud. They quickly ran off with Billy yelling, "I will be damned if I will work beside any more menopausal bitches"

Clarissa's black Friday
Clarissa tracked down Daffodil that evening but she said, sorry but there are no spare workers and she really didn't think anyone would volunteer to work in the laundry on a Friday.
Friday turned into a complete disaster for Clarissa. She arose very early in the morning and missed breakfast so she could gather the wood for the fire and her entire day consisted of running between boilers, clothes line, tables of clothes and blankets and eternally calming irate commune members.
Clarissa was busy trying to calm down half a dozen elderly hippies who were complaining about there shrunken blankets when she heard a collective "Oooohhhh" and she turned around to see flames coming from the underwear boiler. She had put a large load in and completely forgot about it.
The boiler had boiled dry and was in fact glowing cherry red on the bottom. The underwear got so hot it spontaneously ignited. Clarissa, in a panic, grabbed a pail of water and tossed it in. It instantly turned to steam and erupted in a small explosion scattering burning panties and boxers everywhere.
The designers of the commune were aware of the danger from fire as everything was made from wood or straw so they had fire extinguishes and sand buckets everywhere.
Just as soon as people put out spot fires they collected round the burning pot of underwear and started toasting Marsh mallows, sausages, chestnuts or toasting bread. Someone broke out the cider and a bong or two appeared. The little party lasted till late in the evening when the fire finally went out.
" Then, " complained Clarissa, "they blamed me for the fire. To add insult to injury I now have to go without underwear for two weeks."
"And thirty others," said Bella. Bella was happy. She just had her laundry done and was good for the week.
"Where are you working next week?" Bella asked.
"Helping some guy called Ernie thatch roofs."
"Oh good, Bernie's pretty cool."

Clarissa meets Ernie
Ernie was cool. He was a short stockily built, grey haired man of sixty with a ruddy red face and cheerful blue eyes. He had a very earthy sense of humour a long as you weren't too politically sensitive. Clarissa liked him instantly and he responded by tossing her a bail of thatching. She staggered under the weight of it.
"Don't worry," he laughed, "you will be able to throw them around by the end of the week." By lunchtime she could throw a bail of thatch on her shoulder from the stack, carry out to the hoist and pull it up to Ernie on the roof without collapsing once.
"'ere," Ernie said at lunchtime, " 'ave a sandwich. " Sandwich consisted of two huge slabs of home cooked bread and thick slices of ham and cheese. Clarissa never enjoyed it more and Ernie began telling her his story.
"I came here the week after I buried my wife. She died of breast cancer. The people here were fantastic. They supported me and guided me through my grief until I was ready to leave when I noticed all the thatched roofs were in need of repair. I used to help my father repair the thatched roof when I was a boy so I offered to repair then. I've been here since then and I probably will forever."

Clarissa and Ernie get to know each other better
The next day Ernie began to teach Clarissa how to sew the thatch on to the roof and by the days end was almost as good and quick as Ernie. After the days work they went to the cider hut for a well earned cider. Clarissa sat staring at her hands while Ernie got the drinks. They were no longer the pink soft hands with perfectly manicured nails, the hands of a gentle lady. They were now red and calloused, courtesy of Martha's cream, with split and dirty nails, the proud hands of a working person. Clarissa began when Ernie sat down.
"My mother was a two bit actress that loved playing gentile English woman, mostly by taking her clothes off. She was lucky enough to marry a billionaire and spent the rest of her life pretending to be a gentile English woman. The stupid bitch even took elocution lessons. One day, when I was five I was watching the Gardner dig in the garden through the window. I thought it would be nice to help him so I went out and he gave me a little spade, one he used to dig weeds between the flower beds. Mother spotted me from the house and came out screaming to put down the spade. She spanked me, actually spanked me, in front of him then gave me a lecture on never lifting a tool again as it will ruin my hands then she fired the Gardner. From that day on she had people watch me to ensure I done nothing more strenuous than sew."
"I lived that life all the way through into womanhood and I wanted my daughter to live it. I was furious when she came here," she paused while Ernie got more cider," do you have children, Ernie "
"Yes, three, the eldest two, both boys, are married with children the youngest, a girl, just turned twenty, " replied Ernie.
"What did they think of you staying here," she asked.
"They weren't happy. They seem to think I joined a cult. I visit them regularly, just to prove I haven't"
"Will you really stay here for the rest of your life."
"Oh, probably"
"What was your wife like?" She asked.
"Beautiful, to me anyway, and kind, very kind. It only made the end a lot harder. How about you? You obviously were married."
"I was. My father died when I was about thirteen. He left half his fortune to my mother and the other half in trust till I turned eighteen. Up till then I was a spoiled rich bitch but when I turned eighteen I became a wild spoiled rich bitch. My partying was infamous and I thought I was in complete control of my life. I wasn't, my mother was and before I realised it I was dressed in a wedding gown being married to a man I didn't love and didn't love me. Still, we all got something out of that marriage. My mother got a son-in-law who was a well known barrister, he got lots of money and I, well, I got lots of sex and for whatever faults he had, he was good at that. Eventually he gave me a baby daughter"
"Was he a good barrister?" asked Ernie. "The best, he eventually became a judge. Anyway it was only a year before we ended up hating each other's guts. He would spend all my money in great chunks and I would sleep with all his friends. So before he spent all my money and I turned into a complete slut I divorced him. It was expensive but he gave me complete custody of Mary and got out of our lives. I never spoke to him again and he occasionally acknowledges Mary with a birthday card or some little gift and of course as I got older I stopped being a wild spoilt rich bitch to just a spoilt rich bitch"
"Well, I don't think you are a spoilt rich bitch. Did you ever re-marry?"
"No. I never did trust men after that. I just couldn't get it out of my head they were after my money."
"Will you re-marry?"
"I don't think so but this place could make me change my mind."
"It has that effect. It's my bed time, Clarissa, so I will see you tomorrow, goodnight."
"Goodnight Ernie. Dream of me, will you."
Ernie gave Clarissa a funny look and left.

Clarissa witnesses a fight
There was very few fights in the commune, mostly because the inhabitants were usually on some other world but when they did occur it was over an age old reason. A woman or, in this case, a man.
Clarissa was repairing a roof when she became aware of a commotion beneath her. Two young women where fighting each other. Not a push and slap affair, the fists were really connecting. The punches were also accompanied with slogans such as, "Keep your scabby hands off him" or "He's mine you poxy whore" and other descriptive phrases and while all this was going on a young man was sitting of a barrel watching them.
Clarissa was enjoying the diversion but was beginning to think she should do something when Farmer Giles strode onto the scene with two massive buckets of water that he poured over the girls. This served to stop the girls fighting and turned to the common enemy.
They poured a huge amount of obscene phrases on Farmer Giles till he said, "Girls, girls why are you fighting," then he took them both by the shoulder and pointed them at the young man.
"Are you really fighting each other over him?" he said. "But I love him," the girls cried simultaneously. The young man just stared vacantly into space as he smoked his joint. Continuing Farmer Giles said," He's been through most of the women in this camp and quite a few of the men. He always gets drunk and is stoned most of the time. Now do you really love him."
"Well, he is a bit of a scum bag," said one of the girls.
"And he's not all that good at sex," said the other.
"Now why don't you hug each other and say your sorry," suggested Farmer Giles.
"I'm sorry sis," said the brown haired one sobbing.
"Me too sis," said the other. They both hugged and cried over each other.
"Now lets fix up those black eyes, bashed noses and split lips then go and get plastered at the Cider Hut."
He gathered each girl in his arms, each hand cupping a nice little boob and led them off while they wrapped their arms around him. The young man fell off the barrel and went to sleep in the dirt.
Clarissa looked on at the trio, felt rather envious and a bit jealous. Going back to thatching she briefly wondered if she should get into a fight.

Clarissa and Ernie
The next day Ernie seemed distracted. All day he would look at Clarissa oddly and got several thatches misaligned. "What's up with you today Ernie?" She asked but he only mumbled and worked on till the days end when he suggested they go for a cider.
"I'm worried about you, Ernie?" She asked, "are you ill or something."
"Will you come to a love hut with me," he blurted out nervously. Stunned Clarissa was at a loss what to say but she looked into his eyes and seen loneliness not lust.
"Yes Ernie. I would like to."
The next morning, at work, Ernie approached timidly and said, "I hope last night wasn't a disappointment. I'm not as young as I used to be."
Coming up close to him she said, " it was the best night I have had in a long time," and gently kissed him.

Help comes at last
Clarissa was busily sewing in a batch when she heard a car, a Mercedes, drive into the courtyard. Standing up she spotted a man and a woman getting out. It was Mary
"Mary, Mary," she called out.
The woman looked up, paused for a second then yelled, "My god, is that you mother."
Clarissa expertly jumped down from the roof and ran to hug her.
"What have they done to you, mum, " she asked in astonishment, "and, my god, you aren't wearing panties."
"I sort of, burnt then all," and then she said Tim, " I wondered where you got to."
"Look mum," Mary said, "I completely forgot I took all your clothes. It was Tim who very kindly reminded me so here they are and we have come to take you home." Clarissa looked at her daughter with new eyes, turned and watched Ernie busily thatching roofs then thought about her life "No thanks," she said, "I've got work to do."
"But mum, Tim and I are leaving for the Caribbean tonight and we won't be back for months."
"Just leave some clothes and money and I will make my own way back."
"Mum, you don't even know how to use public transport let alone hitch hike."
"Oh," she replied, smiling, " I've learnt a lot of things here. Now you and Tim go off and enjoy the Caribbean."

The end
"Do you mean to say," Bella asked between puffs on the bong, "You passed up a lift home."
Taking a deep suck Clarissa said, " I did but I have unfinished business here. I have volunteered to help Ernie re-thatch the community centre and I'm going to screw Farmer Giles, in fact there he is now. See you later. "

The end or perhaps the beginning.

pre.cjk { font-family: "Droid Sans Fallback",monospace; }p { margin-bottom: 0.25cm; line-height: 120%; }a:link { } A new life by Kenneth Allan

Introducing Clarissa and the reason she is here.
"You've just screwed my boyfriend, haven't you, mum." "Umm, " muttered Clarissa, Mary's mum, and pulled the bed sheets further up to her shoulders. Tim, Mary's boyfriend, was lying back enjoying the scene.
"Don't 'Umm' me and don't blame the weed. You come out here to talk me back to that hell hole you call society and instead you screw my boyfriend."
Clarissa was at a loss for words. She had indeed come to talk Mary into resuming her rightful place in society. She was furious with her because she had to cancel her fortnightly Ladies dinner. Clarissa was convinced it would have been the most impressive yet and she would be elected chairwoman. Now she had to chase all over the country after her daughter and when she finally got to this god awful remote place she found that Mary was away for the night and she was invited to dinner with the commune.
At the end of the evening meal the commune members enjoyed smoking a few bongs before retiring. Clarissa youth was just as misspent as any other youth and she has smoked a joint or two with her friends before but she had never used a bong. She was invited to try it and not wanting to appear rude, smoked one or two or maybe even four or five. The end result was she woke up naked, in bed with a strange man and almost instantly being yelled at by her daughter.
"I didn't know he was your boyfriend," she said lamely.
"Yes but you, you bastard, you knew she was my mother." She snarled at Tim.
Shrugging his shoulders he said, "Hey what can I say. I was like, high" "Well if you like each other that much you can have each other!" she yelled and scooped up all of Clarissa's clothing and belongings. She ran out of the door, over to the message board then jumped into Clarissa's Mercedes and roared off. Clarissa ran out of the cabin as the car drove off completely forgetting she was totally naked.

Clarissa's introduction into clothing standards

"Mary, Mary come back you've got my clothes," she yelled and then she realised she was standing in the open, completely naked amongst a dozen or so men and women. The fact that nobody took the slightest notice was probably because half of them were also naked.
A young woman came up beside her and said, "Clothing is optional around here but it doesn't mean you have to be," and held out a pair of cotton panties and a smock. She looked at them in horror. Cotton panties, honestly and bought from a supermarket no doubt. The smock was made out of linen. It was sleeveless and came down to her mid thighs. It also looked mildly stained.
"I cannot wear these," she screamed, "get me some real clothes. NOW."
The young woman just laughed and replied, "Looks like you go around naked then." This took the wind out of Clarissa's sails so she meekly asked, "You wouldn't happen to have a bra too, would you?"
"Sorry but a bra represents man's oppression of women."
"Um right, well thanks anyway," she replied. She quickly slipped into the clothes then became aware of Tim, still naked, standing next to her. "I don't think she's coming back," he said.
"Why not?"
"She left a message on the message board, 'Screw you all, I'm going home'," then he wandered off, scratching himself.

Clarissa tries to make them take notice of her position in society.

She was wondering what to do when two of the oldest hippies she ever saw walked up to her.
"We are the community elders here, you aren't one of our members, are you?"
"No actually, I came here to visit my daughter and now she has run off with my clothes and car. I wonder if you could arrange a ride into town for me?"
"Unfortunatly we only go into town once a month to the markets in our battered old truck and unfortunately..."
"Don't tell me, you have already been."
"The day before you arrived actually," the elderly hippy man replied.
Feeling as though she knew the answer already but had to ask she said, "You don't have a mobile phone I could use do you?"
The elderly hipster smiled sadly, "We do not use such devices. They are tools of the secret service to spy on the truly free people."
Clarissa sighed, "Well it looks as though I will be visiting for a while."
"I'm afraid we do not have visitors here," the elderly woman said, "everybody who stays must work at something. Make, grow, repair or clean things. We are not a tourist or a visitor centre."
"Are you suggesting I actually do any of that," said a very astonished Clarissa.
"If you want to eat and sleep with a roof over your head you will," promised the elderly hippy man.
"Well, anyway, I have never lowered myself to do any manual work but if you can find something suitable for someone of my standing I suppose I could do it."
The old woman shrugged and called out, "Daffodil," which actually is her name, "could you take Clarissa to the Tulip Commune Hut and show her where she will sleep then put her with Willy's crew." She and her partner strolled off.
"Don't I sleep in there?" she asked Daffodil.
She laughed, "No silly, those are love huts. They are for people who want a bit of privacy." She later found out those were the only huts that had beds.

Clarissa gets a glimpse of her future
The Tulip Commune Hut was a large round hut that slept twenty people, there were five of these huts. Inside the hut on the floor was a giant mattress. The ground was covered in brush and this was covered with woollen blankets sewn together.
Scattered around in very close quarters were smaller blankets, for cover. There was no furniture and they used the two pieces of clothing as a pillow. Clarissa stuttered, "Wh... Wh... Where do I sleep?"
"Wherever there is an empty spot. Don't worry you soon get to know who farts and who snores. Now lets get you to Willy and put you to work." She didn't like the sound of that.
"What does Willy's crew do," she asked with a feeling of dread.
Daffodil said, "They empty and clean all the latrines in the community."

Clarissa explores the commune

She wandered around feeling totally at a loss. She had no possessions on her, absolutely nothing. The clothes she wore were not hers, not really and she was used to at least half-a-dozen credit cards alone with a couple of servants following her around.
Feeling rather depressed she walked along the little path which took her to a clear pool fed by one of the many mountain streams where several people were swimming and floating around. She sat on a rock feeling at a total loss when a man waved at her and called out, it was Tim.
"Come on in," he yelled.
"Sorry, can't. Don't have my bathers," she yelled back.
"What, have you got something we haven't seen yet," a young woman retorted. It was the one that gave her the clothes. A sarcastic response formed on her lips but she then she thought, Oh to hell with it, and dropped her smock, slipped out of her panties and performed a graceful dive into the pond surfacing right beside Tim.
"Pretty cool dive," he said admiringly.
"Junior Diving Championship, three years running, private school. Oh and thank you for the clothes," she said to the young woman.
"Don't mention it. We share everything here," she said grinning at Tim.
"I wish you had told me you were Mary's boyfriend," she said ruefully.
"Would it have made any difference?" he asked. She thought for a minute then sighed, "Probably not. I was so high I don't think I would have cared."
"Anyway," Tim said, "Mary seems to think she has exclusive rights to me but here we share everything." A couple of the girls giggled.
Continuing he said, "but I suppose she will make trouble for you at home, spilling the beans to your old man."
"The old man and I are divorced. Have been for years," replied Clarissa and noticing the look in Tim's eyes, "and if you think I am sleeping with you again, forget it."
"Why not. Didn't you like it?"
The memory brought little shivers of pleasure up and down her body but she said, "I'll just be thinking of Mary every time we do it."
Changing the subject she asked if there were any children here. "Nope," said the young woman, "children complicate things. They inhibit the true free life. They're always around, demanding things, needing to be stopped from killing themselves, needing to be fed, bums wiped and are generally just a drag. To join us you have to be at least twenty and if you are married, be willing to share." A horn sounded and one of the girls shouted, "Grubs up" and started swimming to the bank.

Clarissa discovers the eating area
The little group arrived at the community kitchen. This consisted of one hut where all the food preparation is done, several wood fired barbecues and lots of picnic tables with little thatched roofs over them. A queue had already formed at the hut and people were helping themselves to cold ham, salads, fruits and nuts. Huge kettles were hanging over wood fires and people were drawing hot water for coffee or tea. On one table were several casks of red wine and jugs of Cider.
"Sorry we can't offer you any white wine or beer," Tim said, "just no way to keep it cold enough."
She filled a plate up and took a jug of cider and they all found an empty table. She listened to the merry, noisy chatter and laughter around them.
"Are they always this cheerful."
"Yes, mostly," said Melissa, the young woman, "People don't come here to live, they come here to escape, to recover from illness, a tragedy, an accident or a broken heart and the community seems to sense when you need help. Several people will take you to one of a few private places and help you with your grief. Nobody ever enquires about what happens and no one tells but they all return healed and re-vitalised."
"See that young man over there," said Melissa, "his entire family was killed in a road accident and he was totally spared. Not a scratch on him. He was about to end the guilt and sorrow when a friend brought him hear. He was never left alone, even when he wanted to be. Someone, usually a girl, would stay by his side and hold him while he cried. Day by day the community slowly healed him, gave him the strength to live and deal with his loss. He no longer has fits of depression, outbursts of anger or rage but is now quite a popular guy, especially with the girls"
Clarissa looked at the handsome young man and wondered if she could find peace here.

Clarissa learns more about Tim
Clarissa, with a very full stomach, found a nice soft spot under a tree to lie and digest her meal as well as lightly doze off. A little later she was startled by the sound of Tim lying down beside her, still naked.
"Oh!" she said, "its you," then after a short pause, "do you think she will forgive us?"
"Well, she will me but I don't know about you though."
Her heart sank but he said, "however I will bring her round when I come back with you."
"What. Are you leaving?"
"Yes, we all eventually do. We know when we have to leave. Mary did, she just did it with a bit of flair."
"Why do you think she will listen to you. Someone who screwed her mother."
"It may seem unbelievable but I love Mary. Don't believe that everybody who comes here is damaged in some way. Most of us are quite normal. What this place does for us is to allow us to behave in ways we wouldn't even consider back home, as long as it doesn't damage anyone and not illegal. I am a healthy young adult male and this place allows me to be rather promiscuous and I like it but at home I am a Human Relations manager with a technology company and if Mary allows me to marry her she will be the only woman in my life. I wont be coming back here again.
"Do you have to go around screwing everyone to be happy here?" she asked.
"Of course not, there are many people here who don't have sex. They may be celibate or have someone in their lives they don't want to cheat on. Its just that the rules allow you to be promiscuous if you wish.”
“What about Mary, did she have the same belief?” Clarissa asked.
Sensing that it might be better to change the subject Tim inquired, "What job did you get assigned to start with?"
"Willy's crew."
"Brilliant. You will learn things from that," he said, "now I have to go play a doubles' tennis match with Melissa."
Clarissa shuddered. The image of Melissa's big boobs bouncing up and down with Tim's large penis swinging back and forth was too much for her. She went back to sleep.

Clarissa goes to bed
The evening meal passed without any interesting events and Clarissa declined the community bong. Enough is enough, she thought and decided to go outside for a walk but when she left the dining hall a woman stopped her. "Here," she said and gave Clarissa an aerosol can, "insect repellent. Its one of the few luxurious were allowed. You don't want your body covered with disgusting mosquito bites, do you?"
Clarissa agreed you don't, thanked the woman and liberally sprayed her body. She wandered around till bedtime then made her way back to the Tulip Community hut and entered. It was dark and crowded. There were a few candles burning from flame proof candle holders giving some light. The sounds were a mixture of people whispering and snoring with the occasional fart. She peered around looking for an empty spot and carefully stepped over bodies under blankets. She accidentally stepped on a bundle that seemed to be moving energetically around. A blonde head followed shortly by a short haired redhead, panting, popped out.
"Oy watch it, you bitch," the blonde girl said.
"Yeah that was my arse you stepped on, thanks very much," the red-headed girl yelled at her.
"Shut up over there," an anonymous voice piped up.
"Some of us are trying to sleep," yelled another. Somebody farted, loudly. Eventually Clarissa found a spot right in the middle of everyone. Feeling very self conscious she removed her smock but kept her panties on and slipped under the blanket. She slept like a log, snoring and farting all night.

Clarissa discovers the baths
Morning arrived and she was woken up by everyone else waking up. Men and women were standing up, yawning, scratching, gathering up their clothes and heading outside, either dressed or undressed. A girl said to Clarissa, "Aren't you coming?"
She asked where everyone was heading and the girl replied, "To have a bath, silly. You have to have a bath once a day because if you don't people will soon let you know you stink. You can do it later if you want."
Clarissa said no, now is fine, got dressed and followed the girl out. About ten of them followed and soon was joined by about thirty other people, dressed, undressed and partially dressed. The path ended on a rock ledge right on the bend of a river. There was a shelf under the water as if carved by it. All over the rock ledge were little boxes and in the boxes were towels, wash clothes and soap.
"How did they get here?" asked an amazed Clarissa.
"House team. They look after things like this. Makes sure the old towels are cleared and new ones in there place. There always here."
The girl grabbed a wash cloth and soap and jumped in the river.
"Brrr," she said, "come on. It will do you good."
Dropping her smock and slipping out of her panties Clarissa copied her. She didn't realise how much she would come to love this ritual over the coming week.

Clarissa discovers her job
Breakfast was perfect. It could not have been matched by any hotel in the western world and since they had just been to the markets everything was fresh and new. They had a choice of hot breakfasts or any natural non-sugary cereal, fruits or nut. Fresh UN-pasteurized milk and of course gallons of coffee and tea. Clarissa had just finished breakfast when Daffodil appeared and took her to Willy's work-shed and introduced her to Willy. He took Clarissa's breath away. He was a small dirty little naked man. She had been stared at by many men but nothing quite like this little mans stare. It was almost as if he knew her.
Still, she thought, I am not working on toilets. She decided to put on her usual act by drawing herself up to her full height and declared, "My father is a city councillor and a senior member of the church council. I, myself, sit on the executive council of several important charities and hold a high position in society. I demand to be treated as a community elder." Everyone looked on impressed even the dirty naked young man who stopped pushing his wheelbarrow of sweet potatoes and sat watching her while smoking a cigarette.
All except Willy. "Well, well, well. It's little Clarissa Montegue. Older, yes definitely older but still Clarissa."
Shocked she asked, "Do I know you, I hope I don't."
"Oh you know me alright. Remember, Father MacFarlane," he said, "except of course its Bishop MacFarlane now."
Oh my god, she thought, she did.
"Look," she said, "I was only sixteen at the time. I told everybody it was my fault."
"This young lady," he addressed the now growing crowd, "broke into my room when I was a young priest and removed most of her clothes. I tried to remove her from my room and a scuffle ensued during which time several members of the church council arrived and witnessed the whole scene."
"I said I confessed."
"After they transferred me to the poorest slum area in the state."
She gulped, "Does this mean I am emptying shit cans."
"Does she have all her shots, Daffodil?" Asked Willy.
"I don't actually know. She didn't come through the regular channels."
Willy looked at Clarissa, "Well?"
Sullenly Clarissa said, " I have. I came back from Africa two weeks ago."
"OK. Here's the map, there's the cart. Start emptying shit cans and scrubbing latrines." He said and laughing out loud went off to use one.

Clarissa starts her job
Feeling utterly depressed Clarissa grabbed the handle of the cart when the young man spoke.
"Everyone has had to do a week of this so don't feel so bad." Clarissa thanked him. "A tip though. Take your clothes off. The first time I did it I spilled an entire can down my smock soaking myself to the skin in shit. It took two weeks for the laundry crew to get the smell of shit out of them and I had to go around naked till they gave me clean ones." She thanked him for the advice and once more removed her smock and slipped out of her pantries. Feeling a bit self conscious she put her clothes in a little locker.
Daffodil said, " Don't be too embarrassed. Lots of people perform their worked naked."
Taking firm hold of her cart she plodded towards the first latrine. Clarissa was embarrassed. She hated public nudity and her current situation made her very uncomfortable. Clarissa didn't actually hate nudity, she enjoyed a naked romp with any number of boys and girls, in private. It was public nudity that bothered her and this was caused by an incident when she was fifteen. She didn't start developing breasts till she was sixteen and in a desperate bid to retain her superiority badgered her mother to getting custom made falsies. She then wore these convincing herself nobody else knew. One day, at their favourite swimming hole, they stole her clothes and bathing costume leaving her bare and flat-chested. For half an hour she was subject to humiliating taunts and insults (she was not well liked) before someone took pity on her and gave her a towel.
Trudging on she passed many people pulling, pushing or carrying things, also naked. She began to think she better get over it then she opened the latrine ddor.

Clarissa's first encounter with a shit can
A group of commune members had an all night party the night before. The can had over flowed, rubbish everywhere, used condoms and lumps of dried up vomit and almost instantly she added her own vomit, her entire breakfast. Recovering she heard a sound behind her, a man, thankfully not naked, swaying back and forth. He held out a half full bottle of beer in a gesture of friendship. She declined politely.
"That party was a blast man," he said, "let me help you empty this can." Before she could say a word he lifted the overflowing can clear of the ground, staggered, tripped, spun around and emptied the entire contents over himself. He uttered a horrible scream and ran for the nearest water hole. Clarissa carefully avoiding the liquid pool of crap and retrieved the can.
Her now empty stomach seemed to steady her and she settled down to the gruesome task of cleaning out vomit and when she finished she had a strange feeling of pride as though she had successfully achieved the impossible. She pushed her cart on to the following latrines and the stink of shit slowly faded in her nostrils till she wasn't aware of it. Her collection drum became full and she pushed the heavy cart to the drop off point. Thankfully she didn't have to empty it herself. A strong, rather handsome man, was there to do the job. She felt sorry for him as he was covered in shit, but then again so was she.

Harold empties her can of shit
"Morning miss. Got a load for me have you. The names Harry."
"Clarissa, yes I do thanks." She watched in admiration as he effortlessly lifted the can out of the cart and dumped it down the hole. She was about to go when he said, "See you at Willy's table for dinner?"
"Willy's table?" she queried. Sitting down he retrieved a smoke from his little pouch. It was tied by a cord around his waist. Many people had one.
"Yeah, Willy's table is where we eat. No matter how much you scrub it takes several days to get the smell off. People get sort of funny when you sit next to them."
"Oh, " she wasn't used to be treated as a pariah as she was usually the one doing the ignoring. Clarissa accepted the offered smoke and light then Willy turned up. She expected to be told to get back to work but he sat down beside them and pulled a little flask of brandy from his pouch. He offered Clarissa some but she declined.
"What do you do around here?" She enquired.
"Relieve Harry."
"You but your so small" she stopped in embarrassment.
" I'm so small, " said an affronted Willy, " Watch this."
A fat, gray haired man came pushing his cart, he looked like he was going to pop an artery any minute. Willy swung two hooks and caught the base, effortlessly lifted the can from the cart and tipped the contents down the hole. She was impressed. Thanking Harry for the smoke she replenished the supplies in her cart and headed off to the next latrine.

Clarissa has a bath
At they end of the day they all met to go to bathe. There was herself, Willy, Harry, the Fatman, two other men and women. One of the men was covered from head to toe in shit.
"Gawd, what happened to you Billy?" asked Harry.
"Those Ferguson guys dumped a can over my head."
Ferguson and his gang were all twenty-one year old men who came from the same private school. They were pure bullies and many attempts were made to get the elders to expel them but with no success.
"Doing worry Billy," said Willy, "Harry and I will fix them up."

Clarissa at Willy's table
It was just as Harry said, people stepped aside when you approached them and stood six feet away whenever they were having a conversation with you. So as not to contaminate the other members Willy's table was placed in the corner but no one was eating.
"What are we waiting for?"
"The only perk of being a shit pusher. Table service."
A perky, topless little brunette ran over.
"What will I get you Willy?" She asked. Giving her an evil leer he said, "Two hours in the love hut."
Clarissa looked at Willy aghast. He was a bishop for heaven's sake.
"He always says that," said Harry, "he gets lucky about once in every ten girls."
The girl, taking not the slightest offence giggled and said, " No silly, what can I get you and your friends to eat."
Before Willy could open his mouth Harry gave the order for food.
Even in the community hut the segregation existed. There was a small but defined no go area around her blanket. Shrugging she slipped under the sheet for her second night.

Clarissa meets Bella
She bathed again in the morning still trying to get the smell of shit off her body and then joined the rest of the gang at Willy's table. She was going to skip breakfast but Bella, another shit pusher, said, "Don't skip breakfast. Eat as much as you can. You definitely won't feel like eating once you start. Don't worry you won't throw it up."
Clarissa thanked Bella and asked if she had done this before.
"Third time," she said, "been in the commune for eighteen months."
Bella was forty-nine and married twice. Her first marriage ended in a horrible divorce and her second husband died in a car crash two years into the marriage. Neither men gave her any children.
"I was a mess when I arrived here. This was the first job they gave me. It's amazing how wallowing in real shit puts your life into perspective. I spent so much effort trying not to vomit all over the place I totally forgot my problems and I survived it. I realised if I could survive a week of pushing real shit around I can survive a lifetime of pushing the imaginary shit society throws at you."
This gave Clarissa plenty to think about as she pushed her cart around the latrines. Bella was right and Clarissa realised that she was an expert at dishing out imaginary shit. She was regarded as the red Queen of her social group. "Off with her head" spelled doom for anybody that upset her but compared to what she was doing now it all seemed rather silly and pretentious. Heaven's, she thought, what would they think if they saw her now, naked, dirty and pushing a cart full of shit. She was about to find out.

Clarissa meets Gerald
Bella was right. At lunch break nobody ate a thing or felt like eating. They smoked they're cigarettes or sipped on Willy's flask of brandy and just generally chatted amongst each other. Clarissa sat down on a log and pulled a smoke from her little bag and the Fatman sat down beside her. He was fat, middle aged and balding. His penis seemed rather small but only because it was dwarfed by his enormous belly and his body was almost entirely hairless. Feeling at a loss for words Clarissa asked, " Why do they call you the Fatman?"
The Fatman stared at her and said, " because I'm fat, duh..."
"No, sorry, I mean what's your name?"
"Well that's rare, nobody usually bothered asking me that. Gerald, Gerald Beamish."
Crap, she gasped, "not Gerald Beamish of Beamish art galleries."
"The very same and just who are you that knows me."
"Clarissa Bell."
"Oh my goodness. Your my main sponsor. I saw you once at the gallery, you were looking at some photographs. I watched you from my office."
"Why didn't you come out and introduce yourself." asked Clarissa.
It would have been like swimming in to the mouth of a shark, he thought. He remembered a tall, dignified woman with not a hair out of place and an expression that could freeze the heart of an angel but now he was looking at a dirty, cheerful, friendly face.
"I'm afraid I was a little shy."
"Nonsense you just thought I was full of imaginary shit."
He burst out laughing, "and now your covered in real shit."
"Why do you come here," Clarissa asked.
"I'm myself here. I choose to go around naked all the time. I choose to show people who I really am. A fat middle aged balding man with quite uninspiring sexual equipment."
"That's rather hard on yourself?"
"It's true though isn't it?"
Backed into a corner Clarissa had to agree.
"Out in the real world I've got to be a lot of things I am not.{needs to be reworded} I've got to pretend to be on a diet and I'm not. I love food. I've got to find clothes that fit and at the head of fashion and I'm gay, or didn't you know that. Do you know the pressure it is to be gay these days in our social circles. Everybody wants a gay friend. Your constantly bombarded to come to parties and gathering as the 'gay person'. Here nobody gives a shit if I'm gay or not. Nobody gives a shit if my libido has sunk like the titanic. I can just be me, every fat gay ounce of it." On that note he gathered up his cart and went about his round leaving Clarissa in no doubt that everyone in her social circle would find out about this.

Ferguson's pay back
The next morning everything was buzzing with gossip. Did you hear what happened to Ferguson, somebody lowered a pipe down and totally soaked there beds in raw sewage. Just for the record each latrine has a chemical put in it to breakdown the raw shit so that it has been weakened when it's collected but this was raw sewage. In all the commotion and confusion when they woke up a little package of cocaine fell out of Ferguson's sleeping bag. The commune has a strict no drugs' policy except marijuana. It results in immediate expulsion.
"They packed them all in the truck and took them off to the police in town," said Bella.
"What. They went to town. Damn, I could have been on that truck," moaned Clarissa.

Clarissa's last day pushing shit
"One more day pushing shit to go," Clarissa said to the youngest member of Willy's gang offering her a smoke which she declined. The young lady thanked her and said,"My names Rose. I hear your actually not a member."
"Mines Clarissa. I came to speak to my daughter but she stole my clothes and car and left."
"Ha, ha, that's a good one. My mother tricked me. I wanted to go to Europe for a year and I kept badgering her till she came up with a deal. Spend a whole year here and she will send me to Europe. I researched this place on the Internet and it seemed cool. It did say I would need to contribute my labour but it said nothing about pushing shit around." she explained glumly, "and I'm damned if I will let her beat me."
"Good for you," Clarissa replied, grabbed her cart and left to do rounds thinking, spoiled little bitch.
At lunch break Daffodil turned up with next weeks work orders. "This place is more like a work camp than a hippy commune," she said to Harry.
Harry replied, "It is not that bad. The work is grouped into five categories Make, grow, repair, clean or resting. You cycle through the groups and in resting you have a week off. Willy's gang is only one of four other cleaning groups. The work used to be voluntary but they found that a small group was doing all the work and the much larger group lie around smoking bongs all day so now everyone contributes or you don't eat."
Daffodil approached Clarissa, "I've got you and Bella down for the Farming Group," and continued around the group.

Clarissa finally gets clean
Clarissa was sitting with Bella at the breakfast table when she sniffed herself and said, "When does this smell go away?"
Bella replied, "Don't worry, I'll take you somewhere special after breakfast." Bella led her along a little worn path down the river till it intersected a stream and the path diverged upstream. It ended at a large mud-hole. The stream water seeped up from the ground here and mixed with the earth and vegetation to form a mud-hole then was drained out by the stream. The constantly flowing water prevented the mud-hole from putrefying and as a result there was a pleasant earthy smell about the hole with wasps of scent from the overhanging jasmine. Bella stripped of, stood on the edge of the mud-hole and fell in backwards with a loud plop.
"Come on," she shouted, "get in." Clarissa copied her and ended up sitting beside Bella smearing mud all over her body.
"Somehow," Bella said, " the mud absorbs the toxins and smells from your skin. You end up with a slightly earthy smell which is a lot more preferable than the stench of shit. I could market this stuff but it would ruin it for the commune." Clarissa revelled in the cool mud and covered her body, including her hair, in huge flops of mud then she lay back and enjoyed the sun with Bella.
"Have you ever been laid in this place Bella?" She asked.
Bella replied, "Not initially, I was still feeling love for my dead husband but after a while I began to have desires. I did my best to subtly, and not so subtly, hint to everybody I was ready but nobody seemed to notice, or care. I was getting desperate till somebody explained the love huts to me. It's simple you just ask someone, anyone, man or woman, if they would like to come to a love hut with you. No put downs, like 'in your dreams', or 'Ewww'. Just a polite acceptance or refusal."
"Did you try it?" Interrupted Clarissa.
"Sure did. At first all I got was polite refusals then I got lucky. Now I get maybe one or two every couple of weeks. May not seem like much but it keeps me going."
Apart from Tim it was more than I got, she thought, and briefly wondered if she should seek Tim out.
"Come on," Bella said, "time to wash this mud off.
They were strolling back to the community hall when they passed a love hut. "Watch this, " said Bella and she wandered up to a very young man just passing. She winked at Clarissa and said, "Would you like to come to the love hut with me?"
The look on her face was priceless when the young man put her arm around her waist and said, "Sure honey, lets go." Clarissa didn't see her again till the morning at the Farmers Depot when she looked thoroughly exhausted.

Clarissa learns about the sun
Daphne, the farm leader, assigned her the task of digging up sweet potatoes and taking them to the warehouse. "Collect your garden fork and wheelbarrow over there and go to field ten." On her way to the field she passed many men and women toiling amongst vegetable, fruit trees and corn fields most of them topless or completely naked. Eventually she reached her allotted field and she plunged her garden fork into the earth and turned over heaps of sweet potatoes. Picking these out of the earth she deposited them in the wheelbarrow. On and on she toiled under the growing sun till the sweat was dripping from her. Bugger it, she thought and slipped out of her smock and toiled on in only her panties. She wheeled her barrow, struggling under the sun on many trips to the warehouse. Things began to go hazy and she plunged her fork into the earth again only this time she clipped her foot and badly cutting it. She sank to the ground, hunched against her wheelbarrow and sobbed.
A large brown woman wearing a flower decorated smock and large hat stopped and knelt down. "What you crying for, sweetheart." then she seen the state of her body and hands. "Oh my goodness, what have you done to yourself? Come on, up and come with me," then she yelled, "Daphne, time out." Daphne waved her hand. She guided Clarissa to a soft grassy hill and told her to lie on her face and she retrieved a bottle of lotion to spread over Clarissa's burnt body.

Martha takes care of Clarissa

"What you take you smock off for baby, you don't do that. Just because those other folk run around naked don't mean you have to. They grew up in the sun and their skin is like leather. You don't see me go around naked, do yer, and I not shy about doing so either. This soft white skin of yours needs to be protected though I think it's probably too late now."
Slipping Clarissa's smock on she told her to sit up. "Now lets have a look at those hands. Oh mama mia, look at them. You don't do much work do you love?"
Clarissa shook her head unable to speak. Her hands were covered in large blisters, most of them burst and they were covered in dirt. Her perfectly manicured nails were all broken and split, thick with dirt beneath them. Clarissa sobbed again looking at her hands. She had prized her hands, her perfectly formed fingers and soft pink palms. They were the envy of many a guest at Clarissa's dinners. Martha, the large brown woman, carefully and gently cleaned and disinfected the blisters and then spread a cream all over her palms and fingers.
"Here darl, this will dry your blisters and harden your hands. In a couple of days you will be able to drive nails into wood with them."
This elicited and even bigger sob from Clarissa.
"Now take this straw hat. It's ok, I have a spare one. I make them myself. Just you make sure you are wearing this. Now I suggest you go to bed and rest up." Clarissa thought this was a great idea and painfully made her way to the hut. At this time of the day it was totally empty and she was that tired she took the nearest blanket and didn't even undress. Just laid down on her stomach and went to sleep. As everybody entered the tent they seemed to sense what was wrong and very carefully avoided the sleeping woman. One person even pulled a blanket over her. She slept like a log that night.

Bella helps Clarissa and meets Farmer Giles
She was one of the first to wake up next morning. Every cell in her body demanded that she stay there but her pride drove her to get up. She may not be have been a member of the hard labour force but she damn well wasn't about to give up. She made her way, painfully, to the bathing spot and lowered herself into the water. It was divine. The cold clean water soothed the heat that was still in her burnt skin. She lay back with her eyes closed when Bella splashed down beside her.
"Good god, what happened to you?" she asked. Clarissa explained all that occurred.
"I should never have let you out of my sight. You will stay with me today and we will share the work."
Bella was as good as her word. Clarissa would dig the sweet potatoes' up and Bella would lift them into the wheelbarrow and together they would transport them to the warehouse and this continued to the afternoon when Clarissa had to use a latrine. As she approached the only one around, a man reached it simultaneously.
"After you," he said politely.
"Thank you," she replied and went inside and sat on the can. A few minutes passed and Clarissa got into difficulties.
"The names Giles, Farmer Giles." the man said loudly. The damn thing wouldn't go in.
"What's yours?" he asked. "What! Oh!" Damn, I've dropped it in the can, her stiff fingers tried to retrieve another one.
"They call me Farmer Giles coz I was one. A farmer that is." Aargh, would that damn idiot stop talking as her fingers tried to undo the covering.
"It's alright, you don't need to tell me your name. I wont be offended."
"Clarissa," she yelled almost dropping it for a second time.
"Clarissa, that's a nice name. Quite posh really."
Posh, she swore to herself, posh I'll give you posh then she relaxed. It went in finally. She wiped herself pulled up her panties and left the latrine. Just before he entered the latrine Farmer Giles asked," Fancy going to a love hut with me."
Clarissa had a dozen blistering replies all queued up in her head but protocol required a polite," No thank you." but she continued on with a "maybe some other day." Just to make sure she didn't burn any bridges.

Clarissa and the farm animals
Clarissa struggled on for the rest of the day with Bella till about three in the afternoon when they decided enough was enough and went in search of some beverages. The community made a decent drop of apple cider at the little bar hut and that's where they remained till bed time. The next morning at the depot Daphne said to Clarissa," Two of you working at the same job is not efficient so I'm assigning you to lighter duties."
Yippee, thought Clarissa.
"You can help look after the farm animals." Clarissa's face dropped, she hated farm animals. She was always forced to go, kicking and screaming, to her uncles farm when she was a child. Something disastrous always happened to her.
"You can start by milking the cows" said Daphne and milking the cows was always the worst. They used to gather around Clarissa when she was a twelve year old girl. 'My' they would say,'just watch Clarissa milk the cows.' then double up in laughter as the poor girl gradually became soaked in rapidly souring cows milk. All the local boys loved it.
With great nervousness she sat down on the stool, grabbed a teat and aimed it at the pail and pulled. Sure enough a solid stream of milk soaked her face. Clarissa's swearing and stuttering startled poor Bessy the cow and she shifted knocking Clarissa off her stool straight onto a huge new steaming pile of cow dung. The sound of a man laughing drowned poor Clarissa and she felt a pair of hands lift her up.
"My that was just precious," Farmer Giles laughingly said while scraping the cow dung off of Clarissa's bottom and having a good feel of it. Clarissa, however, did not find this entirely unpleasant and only put up some token resistance.

Clarissa gets to know Farmer Giles
"You know," he said," you have nearly got it right. Sit down and let me show you how." She sat down and he kneeled down with his arms around her guiding her hands, "See you just hold it like this and aim this way and pull." A beautiful white stream of milk hit the pail dead centre. She continued on her own till she had a full pail. Farmer Giles politely carried her pail with her to the collection point.
"Were you really a Farmer?" asked Clarissa holding the pail with him although she had no need to.
"Sure was, a fourth generation farmer. Well actually I would have been a fourth generation farmer if my stupid father hadn't lost the farm in a poker game."
"No,really."
"Yep really. I had it all planned out and was going to sign a milk contract that would have set us up for life and he goes and loses a poker hand. Mum got pissed off and left for the city. Got a cleaning job, eventually hired her own cleaners and built one of the biggest cleaning companies in the city. She became quite wealthy. Dad got a farm labourers job and spent all is money gambling trying to win the farm back. He never did."
"What about you."
"Worked for mum for a bit. Too much of a conflict. Mum wanted me to work, I didn't, so we parted company the best of friends. I bummed around for a few years then a friend told me about this place. I've been here for five years and have done everything here but I mainly help to keep the farming going and take over from Daphne when she needs a break."

Clarissa and the pigs
Daphne suddenly appeared, said hello to Giles and told Clarissa she was needed to clean out the pig sty.
"Ewww," she said and Giles hastily excused himself.
"Its just that I'm allergic to pig shit." he explained and went to check on the fruit trees. Clarissa made her way to the pen and found out it wasn't that bad, after all she had spent a week cleaning out human shit. The pig sties were well built giving the pigs lots of room to move around and their own mud pool to wallow in if they wished. The area that needed to be cleaned was easily hosed down into special drains and to Clarissa's amazement she began to like the pigs except for the boar.
Charlie, the old man in charge of the farm animals, had said to her, "'Ere lass, you watch out fer Hector, he's a bad tempered un is that un. Don't get to close to 'im."
All the pigs had been very friendly to Clarissa so she thought the boar was just misunderstood. Perhaps she could make friends with it so she approached it, cautiously, with a pail of feed. At first the boar just watched her but as she got closer it lowered its tusk and started pawing the ground. Choosing to ignore this warning sign Clarissa kept edging closer but the boar suddenly lunged at her. She dropped the pail and took of like an Olympic sprinter clearing the railing, tripping then falling flat into a dirty muddy hole.
As she dragged herself up she seen that the boar had stopped at the pail and was calmly eating the feed. She never went near it again and focused her attention on the lady pigs that came up and grunted around her nuzzling her gently with the little pigs running around her feet. She had to take great care not to step on any.

Girl talk with Bella
Clarissa caught up with Bella at dinner time and they enjoyed a bong or two together. Bella asked Clarissa about Farmer Giles.
"He's actually quite nice," said Clarissa," and reasonably attractive."
"Has he asked you to a love hut yet?" asked Bella.
"Well yes but I wasn't ready for it."
"You can ask him, you know."
"Oh no. I couldn't."
"Why not. You scared he would say yes."
"I am not. I'm a forty-one year old woman, I know my way around the world."
"We're not talking about the world, we're talking about Farmer Giles."
Taking a nice deep suck of the bong she said," Well it would be nice. Maybe I will."
She didn't know why but she asked Bella, "have you ever asked a woman to a love hut." There was a bit of a silence and Bella said," Yes once but I wouldn't do it again."
"Why not?"
"I didn't like it all that much. I met her on laundry duty, she was incredibly sad. She was gender confused or something like that. We got smoking pot together and talking about sex. She kept asking me what it was like to have sex with a man. It was very unsettling, I mean it's not something you can explain in great detail. She wanted technique, positions, what I did for foreplay. If it wasn't for the weed I would have bailed then she said she had a strap-on dildo and would I show her how to use it. I may have been as high a kite but I was interested. I asked her why. She said she was very unhappy as a girl and was going to go through with a sex change and she felt attracted to me and that I would be a good teacher."
"What did you do."
"Well I was high enough to be flattered so I told her to get the strap-on and meet her outside the hut. She did and we went in."
"What happened then" Clarissa asked.
"It was amazing. I showed her what to do, how to behave, what to say and it was better than having sex with a man. The things she could do with that strap-on..."
She paused and took a suck of the bong and was quiet. The whole room had grown strangely quiet with everybody seemingly immersed in their own realities. Smoke rose from their bong to join the couple of dozen around the room so that there was a constant haze of smoke.
"What happened to her," asked Clarissa.
"She vanished. Just got up and left. No note, no goodbye, nothing."
"You wouldn't do it again?"
"Why, you want to give it a go."
"No, I was just asking."
"No I wouldn't do it again. It's not just the dick that I like about a man, it's the feel of his skin, his smell, his strength all these things mean things to me. Another woman just doesn't cut it."
"Tim was the only man I have had sex with for a very long time," said Clarissa," I think that was part of the problem. Oh god, I'm so wasted I'm going to bed."

Clarissa farewells Martha
Clarissa enjoyed working in the farm, especially among the lambs and Apalcos. She was especially pleased that no animal was killed for food in the commune. Every animal was picked for the produce it could supply the commune with. Even the pigs, they supplied the piglets which were sold to the farmers around the district. They were famous for their quality piglets.
All the meat was brought in on the monthly trip and the kitchen team spent a couple of days preserving it. There was always plenty of fishermen, and women, that could keep them supplied with fresh fish, cray and yabbies.
Clarissa was feeding the chickens, topless, enjoying the soft morning sun when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"What you doin girl, eh, didn I tell you to wear your smock in the sun. You'll destroy that ivory white skin of yours but by the looks of you I think that ship has sunk."
Descending on her was a large naked brown Martha. She immediately got up and hugged the huge woman.
"Mama Martha," she said, everyone called her Mama Martha even though she was only thirty-eight.
"I've come to tell you I've found me a man and we are leaving to get married."
It was about then she noticed a small dark man behind Martha.
"This here is Toby, say hello to Clarissa, Toby. She used to be a stuck up white bitch with ideas about society. I think she's over them now."
"Not quite yet, Martha but getting there. How are you Toby,"
"We are off to Jamaica for a traditional wedding with my sisters and brothers. Toby here has his own private jet to take us.”
"I'm very well, thank you, Clarissa," he said in impeccable English it was also the only thing he said in the conversation.
Clarissa's eyebrows lifted.
"Ok we'll be off, you take care now, understand," she said. Clarissa thanked her and the happy naked couple strolled of hand in hand. Martha was right, her ivory white skin had been replaced by a gentle tanning which she quite liked. Clarissa now liked going around topless and sometimes nude. She was a forty-one year old woman with a forty-one year old woman's body and had no illusions about herself but occasionally she caught much younger men studying her with a sparkle in their eyes and starch in their pecker. It gave a marvelous boost to her self-image.
She also like the fact everybody felt comfortable and safe this way. The commune had very strict rules about in-appropriate behaviour and both men and women were encouraged to report any infractions. It was just so easy and natural to take any one by the hand and lead them consensually into the trees that it was unthinkable and unforgivable to do so non-consensually.

Clarissa meets Warren
Clarissa went back to feeding the chickens when she heard Daffodil behind her.
"Clarissa," she called out, "yoohoo, I've got a job for you."
Clarissa turned to meet Daffodil accompanied by Warren. Warren gave Clarissa the creeps, Warren gave everybody the creeps. He was a young man of about twenty five, tall and skinny. He was only wearing his boxer shorts and everyone wished he wore a smock. His ribs poked out and you could count each one. His arms were like matchsticks and he had a long scrawny neck. Warren's face was dominated by a large nose and close knit eyes with two enormous bushy eyebrows. His eyes were peculiarly sharp and bright. His pupils, pinpoints of black that seemed to pierce your soul and all this was highlighted by a pair of pail thin lips.
He was shy and totally toung tied around women, awkward and reserved around men. Nobody could recall that he ever asked anyone to a love hut or even if he masturbated. Nobody regarded masturbation as a socially undesirable trait. In fact there was usually someone amongst the twenty people in the hut that was having a good time with themselves. It was also noticed that he would disappear into the forest for a couple of hours but the community was a tolerant community and left him to it.

Clarissa goes fishing
"I need you to accompany Warren as a fishing partner," said Daffodil, somewhat apologetically. Clarissa drew Daffodil aside and whispered," Why me? I don't know anything about fishing."
"Listen," she said, "he's been badgering me about going fishing for weeks. Just go along and humour him, will you, as a favour to me. Its only for one day and I will give you a dream job as soon as I can." Clarissa reluctantly agreed and said to Warren," Ok Wazza, lets go catch some fish." Warren noticeable flinched.
"Hold on," Daffodil called out," here's your gear." She gave Clarissa a fishing rod and a basket and they went off with Warren striding in the lead leaving Clarissa puffing and panting behind him.
"Hoy," she called out," slow up a bit. I'm not as young as you." In response Warren decreased his stride and they reached their goal in silence. For some reason known only to himself he abruptly sat down on the bank. Clarissa sat down beside him and just to make conversation she asked,"What do you do to amuse yourself."
There are actually quite a number of theories held by everyone about that subject but they are all unprintable instead to Clarissa's surprise he volunteered, "I write poetry" then he lapsed into silence and his whole body language screamed "Quiet". This happened for so long Clarissa began to get uncomfortable then he stood up and announced, "No fish here, lets go."
Amazed Clarissa stood up and followed him till he sat down again. Settling herself down on the soft grass Clarissa asked,"Professionally or for fun?" This time he appeared a bit more talkative.
"Do you write professionally," inquired Clarissa again, Warren sat quiet before he answered, "Not quite. I publish my poems in The Poets Monthly. It's a small circular we send around friends."
"The Poets Monthly," said Clarissa trying hard to recall it, "I think I have read a couple of issues." Then as if a light had turned on in her head she said, " of course, Warren Stewart. I read one of your poems. It was quite romantic." He blushed and stammered, " thank you".
"Why don't you show people some of them. They might end up lik..." she stopped suddenly.
"They might end up liking me," he parroted,"Never happen, the guys don't like me and the girls make fun of me."
"That happens to everybody, you know. Lots of girls think I am a stuck up bitch just because I come from a rich and cultured family." she replied.
"Yeah, but heaps of guys think you are really hot," he countered. Really, she thought, that's a boost to the ego.

Disaster for Clarissa
Just then Warren jumped up and said, "Come on, we've got to find some bait." Following him she said, "Ewww. I hope it's not worms."
"Nope, grubs. Just keep turning any logs you find and pop them in this jar."
"Do they bite?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Aargh," she yelled, "it bit me."
"Sometimes though."
"Well thanks for telling me now. Are they poisonous."
"Nope."
They both watched Clarissa's finger swell up.
"However some people are allergic to them. Here I have some anti-histamine cream for bee stings, might work with grub bites." His touch was surprisingly gentle. Once he was satisfied the swelling was going down he picked up a hand line and attached the grub to the hook. Swinging the weighted hook around his head he expertly cast it into the middle of the river. He repeated this for the further three lines.
"Have you ever used a spinning reel," Warren asked.
"Don't even know what it is, " she replied and Warren spent the next thirty minutes explaining how to use the spinning rod. She started casting into the river and retrieving the hook and was casting further and further each time till it all went wrong. Clarissa cast the hook back but let too much line out then whipped the hook forward straight into her left buttock. She let out a roar and started dancing around getting tangled up in the fishing line till Warren grabbed her and forced her face down into the ground.
"Get it out, get it out," screamed Clarissa.
Warren stuttered,"I... I... I will have to remove your panties."
"I don't f##cking care, just get the damn hook out."
Warren cut the top of the hook then carefully removed Clarissa's panties. The hook was buried just off the crack of her ass. "I can't pull it out. It would tear the flesh. I will have to push it through and out."
"I don't care," said Clarissa chewing on her knuckles, "just get it out."
He gingerly put his hands on her buttocks, gripped the hook with a pair of pliers and pushed, Clarissa screamed. He pushed again and the hook slipped out. Luckily there was not a lot of blood and he covered the wounds in an anti-septic and band-aid.
"Thanks," said Clarissa," what's wrong you look embarrassed."
"I... I'm not used to being this close to a woman's bum."
"Oh come on Warren, you must have been. Your twenty-five," replied Clarissa and added cheekily, "want to have a closer look."
"Oh god no!" he replied startled," we better check the lines." They were lucky that day, three large carps were added to the basket. They re baited the lines and hauled in more fish. Clarissa was doing her part and picked up a few fish on her spinner.

Clarissa saves Warren from drowning
The day dragged on and Clarissa had a call of nature. Telling Warren what she was going to do she headed into the bush. She was just finishing up when she heard a scream. She raced back to Warren to find him in the river floating down stream yelling that he can't swim. Clarissa stripped off and dived into the river. As she got closer Warren disappeared from view so she swam underwater. Warren was trapped, pushed by the current, against a sunken tree trunk. Swimming up she grabbed his arms and pulled him clear and up to the surface. Warren was unconscious when Clarissa pulled him to the shore and started giving CPR when all of a sudden Clarissa wasn't giving mouth to mouth and was being kissed by Warren. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her bare body onto his and then he broke apart suddenly as he realised what he was doing.
"Oh god, sorry, sorry." Damn, thought Clarissa, I was just beginning to enjoy that.
"I've never done anything like that before," he muttered.
"Well, perhaps if you learn to swim."
"No, no," he interrupted," kiss a woman, naked."
Clarissa shrugged her shoulders," Well, this is the place to do it. It happens all the time."
As Warren calmed down Clarissa asked,"Haven't you ever asked a girl to a love hut."
"I've never had the nerve," he replied and to change the subject said," I really think I should learn to swim"
Clarissa replied," I can teach you but on one condition."
"Which is?"
"You have to lose the boxer shorts."
Warren laughed, a genuine warm, deep, masculine laugh which went straight to Clarissa's heart. Warren replied,"It's a deal."
Clarissa and Warren developed a deep friendship but it was never intimate even when swimming naked together. Clarissa spread Warrens poetry around and a little poetry group developed around him including a little tubby red-headed girl that never left his side. She adored him and eventually took him to a love hut.

Clarissa finds out more about Daffodil
Clarissa was wondering what was going to happen next when Daffodil turned up. "Hi," she said, "next weeks work duties is the laundry team."
"Uh, oh, ok," she said. Daffodil was a small, tubby little woman of twenty-nine and the little glasses on her nose gave her a sort of official air. Something made Clarissa ask," Daffodil, why don't you ever go nude or topless."
Daffodil paused, slightly, and pondered her answer.
"Because of this," she said and lifted her smock off. The entire front of her body from ankles to her neck was one massive twisted scar. Her breast unrecognisable lumps of scar tissue. She replaced her smock.
Embarrassed Clarissa said, "Oh I'm so very sorry. That was very rude of me."
"No not at all. Would you like to know what happened." and without waiting for an answer she sat down beside Clarissa and enjoyed a smoke together.
"I was twenty at the time. I went to an all-night birthday party. I wore my nice new tiny bikini and was rather hoping someone would take it off me. They had a big bonfire going but it began to die out. Some drunken idiot decided to throw some petrol on it by filling up a plastic drink bottle and tossing it on the fire. It exploded and propelled itself out of the fire. A pure fireball and I was right in its path wearing only my tiny bikini. Thank god my face was spared."
"I was in a lot of pain for a couple of years and when I could, I came here to rest. I couldn't do any physical work so they gave me this task which helped me enormously. Slowly the scars healed and the pain is almost gone now but my movement is still restricted. I went around in the nude when I arrived and it did help. The continual rubbing of the clothes was quite irritating but as the pain grew less I became more and more uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong the people here are fabulous and have never made any comments but I just couldn't get over the feeling of awkwardness so I just stopped it."
"How about when you bathe," asked Clarissa throwing a hungry chicken some food.
"I bathe when there is nobody there and out of the way."
"Would you like someone to bathe with you?" she asked.
Daphne looked at her and said," Yes I would."
"Ok I will meet you there tomorrow."
Daphne gave her thanks and got up to leave, "Oh by the way, the laundry is an early start, around seven in the morning."
Clarissa nodded ok.

The laundry is explained
Things went wrong from the start when Clarissa arrived. Billy and Joel, the other two laundry hands, didn't turn up. Joel was supposed to chop the wood and stack it under the boilers ready for Clarissa to light them.
Billy was supposed to sort out the huge overflowing basket of men and women's underwear and now she had to do it. Clarissa had never done any laundry at all in her entire life let alone pick up a pair of her own icky underpants.
Standing in front of the huge basket of icky underwear her stomach performed one of its customary somersaults but she was made of sterner stuff now and kept her breakfast in.
Nobody owns anything in the commune and if you are silly enough to bring something in it is taken and sold at the markets. The same goes for your clothes, your underpants and smock and blanket, they are all common property and if you need to change your clothes you dump them in the basket, one for underwear and one for smocks then go and pick clean ones from the stack on the tables. You can do this as often as you want except this time there wasn't any.

Clarissa struggles with the laundry
It must have been some sort of wild weekend judging by the huge pile of underwear and for every dirty pair in the basket there was one less in the clean pile.
She got to work and had to hand fill the huge boilers with water from the stream then build and stoke the fires under them. As she waited for the water to boil she had to hand sort all the dirty underwear into a pile of cotton panties for women and boxer shorts for men.and once that had been done she poured heaps of washing powder into the pots then dropped the underwear into the near boiling water.
Using a big stick she had to stir it up then pull each one out and wash each one by hand in a bowl to make sure they were spotless and when her basket was full hang these up to dry. The whole hut became filled with steam and sweat poured out of every pour in her body till her smock and panties were soaked with sweat. She pulled them off and dumped them in the laundry basket and just then Billy and Joel turned up.
"Where the hell have you two been?" shouted Clarissa. The two latecomers giggled and cuddled each other.
"Sorry," said Joel, "we got sidetracked."
"Screwing, more like it," muttered Clarissa," how about getting to work, people are dropping off clothes and leaving naked."
"Nothing new there," said Billy and dove into the pile of laundry. Slowly they caught up but people were complaining that they're underwear was still damp. Clarissa yelled at Billy to be more careful, Billy yelled at Clarissa for being such an ass-hole and they both yelled at Joel just for being, well, a guy. Finishing time rolled around and the sweaty, smelly, naked, bad-tempered people headed for the swimming pond.

Clarissa has a little moan
During the evening Clarissa moaned to Bella about them. "It's not that they don't work but they can't seem to keep their hands off each other. It's driving me bonkers."
"Sure your not jealous," teased Bella.
"Jealous," she exploded, " jealous of that skinny bitch, " her shoulders dropped, "just a bit, I suppose"
"I keep telling you, you should ask Farmer Giles to a love hut."
"I'm not ready yet but I will eventually."

Clarissa and Billy clash
The following morning Joel was there stacking the firewood but Billy was missing and the dirty underwear was overflowing again.
"Where is Billy?" She demanded dumping a bundle of especially icky underwear into the boiler. "Latrine" was the reply. One hour later and the smock basket filled up she asked again, "where the hell is Billy" then she appeared, walking up from the clothes line area with a strange smile on her face.
"You little bitch,", yelled Clarissa again," your high, aren't you?" It was a strict rule; no smoking while working.
"Oh god, Clarissa, your so sexy when your angry. Why don't we go to a love hut." Joel spotted the murderous look in Clarissa eyes and hurriedly intervened.
"Come on Billy," he said," let's get you started on your smocks," and the girl carried dirty smocks up to the boiler giggling and singing to herself.
That evening Clarissa related the whole sorry saga to Bella again.
"I should have reported her to the laundry leader but Joel swore he would look after her. I was so busy hanging up all the underwear to dry I forgot all about her. On my way back to the laundry hut I became aware of people laughing. I couldn't believe what I saw. Pouring out of the boiler like a white volcano was enormous quantities of soap suds. The stupid bitch poured not only a whole pail of soap-powder but a pail of soap-flakes into the boiler and then let the water boil. Soap bubbles where everywhere and the whole bottom half of Billy was submerged in them. Of course it didn't take long for someone to see the fun in this and jump in. Before I knew it half the community was cavorting in the soap suds, naked of course. Eventually the elders turned up and put a stop to all the fun and the laundry leader sent Billy off to recover and naturally Joel had to go and take care of her. That left only me to clean everything up which, according to the elders, I deserved for allowing her to work while high!"

Clarissa finally has it with Billy
By now, on Clarissa's fourth day, people were getting really crabby. They kept complaining their underwear was damp or it had shrunk. Their smocks were all wrinkled or they had to go for another day without underwear when they really, really needed a pair and whenever she turned around Billy and Joel were missing.
She struggled on till patience finally gave out. She had been arguing with a tall, well built grey haired English gentleman complaining about his boxer shorts.
"There too damn small," he complained," and I can't find any the right size."
"Sorry sir," said Clarissa, madly scrambling around trying to find the right size, "we don't seem to have any that will fit you."
"What! What do you mean you don't have any, I must have my boxer shorts, I cannot go around without any on."
"Well, we do have these ladies cotton panties. I am sure they would fit."
"Do you take me for some kind of transvestite."
She didn't know there was different kinds of transvestites but she said," Oh I'm sure nobody would see them under your smock, sir. I certainly wouldn't tell."
"I would know though, wouldn't I."
"Well yes... but it would be better than having your bits dangling around unrestrained."
With a loud grunt he grabbed a pair of cotton panties and slipped into them. He paused a moment, wriggled his crotch around then said,"You know, they are quite comfortable and the support is quite astounding. Ok these will do." and strolled off adjusting his himself as he did.
Sighing Clarissa turned around and sure enough the pair were nowhere to be seen but the contents of the smock basket seemed to have taken on a life of its own. Swearing under her breath and with a burst of super-human strength she upended the basket and all the laundry spilled out along with Billy and Joel, their legs still entwined together. She let loose with such a stream of obscenities it would have made her gardener proud. They quickly ran off with Billy yelling, "I will be damned if I will work beside any more menopausal bitches"

Clarissa's black Friday
Clarissa tracked down Daffodil that evening but she said, sorry but there are no spare workers and she really didn't think anyone would volunteer to work in the laundry on a Friday.
Friday turned into a complete disaster for Clarissa. She arose very early in the morning and missed breakfast so she could gather the wood for the fire and her entire day consisted of running between boilers, clothes line, tables of clothes and blankets and eternally calming irate commune members.
Clarissa was busy trying to calm down half a dozen elderly hippies who were complaining about there shrunken blankets when she heard a collective "Oooohhhh" and she turned around to see flames coming from the underwear boiler. She had put a large load in and completely forgot about it.
The boiler had boiled dry and was in fact glowing cherry red on the bottom. The underwear got so hot it spontaneously ignited. Clarissa, in a panic, grabbed a pail of water and tossed it in. It instantly turned to steam and erupted in a small explosion scattering burning panties and boxers everywhere.
The designers of the commune were aware of the danger from fire as everything was made from wood or straw so they had fire extinguishes and sand buckets everywhere.
Just as soon as people put out spot fires they collected round the burning pot of underwear and started toasting Marsh mallows, sausages, chestnuts or toasting bread. Someone broke out the cider and a bong or two appeared. The little party lasted till late in the evening when the fire finally went out.
" Then, " complained Clarissa, "they blamed me for the fire. To add insult to injury I now have to go without underwear for two weeks."
"And thirty others," said Bella. Bella was happy. She just had her laundry done and was good for the week.
"Where are you working next week?" Bella asked.
"Helping some guy called Ernie thatch roofs."
"Oh good, Bernie's pretty cool."

Clarissa meets Ernie
Ernie was cool. He was a short stockily built, grey haired man of sixty with a ruddy red face and cheerful blue eyes. He had a very earthy sense of humour a long as you weren't too politically sensitive. Clarissa liked him instantly and he responded by tossing her a bail of thatching. She staggered under the weight of it.
"Don't worry," he laughed, "you will be able to throw them around by the end of the week." By lunchtime she could throw a bail of thatch on her shoulder from the stack, carry out to the hoist and pull it up to Ernie on the roof without collapsing once.
"'ere," Ernie said at lunchtime, " 'ave a sandwich. " Sandwich consisted of two huge slabs of home cooked bread and thick slices of ham and cheese. Clarissa never enjoyed it more and Ernie began telling her his story.
"I came here the week after I buried my wife. She died of breast cancer. The people here were fantastic. They supported me and guided me through my grief until I was ready to leave when I noticed all the thatched roofs were in need of repair. I used to help my father repair the thatched roof when I was a boy so I offered to repair then. I've been here since then and I probably will forever."

Clarissa and Ernie get to know each other better
The next day Ernie began to teach Clarissa how to sew the thatch on to the roof and by the days end was almost as good and quick as Ernie. After the days work they went to the cider hut for a well earned cider. Clarissa sat staring at her hands while Ernie got the drinks. They were no longer the pink soft hands with perfectly manicured nails, the hands of a gentle lady. They were now red and calloused, courtesy of Martha's cream, with split and dirty nails, the proud hands of a working person. Clarissa began when Ernie sat down.
"My mother was a two bit actress that loved playing gentile English woman, mostly by taking her clothes off. She was lucky enough to marry a billionaire and spent the rest of her life pretending to be a gentile English woman. The stupid bitch even took elocution lessons. One day, when I was five I was watching the Gardner dig in the garden through the window. I thought it would be nice to help him so I went out and he gave me a little spade, one he used to dig weeds between the flower beds. Mother spotted me from the house and came out screaming to put down the spade. She spanked me, actually spanked me, in front of him then gave me a lecture on never lifting a tool again as it will ruin my hands then she fired the Gardner. From that day on she had people watch me to ensure I done nothing more strenuous than sew."
"I lived that life all the way through into womanhood and I wanted my daughter to live it. I was furious when she came here," she paused while Ernie got more cider," do you have children, Ernie "
"Yes, three, the eldest two, both boys, are married with children the youngest, a girl, just turned twenty, " replied Ernie.
"What did they think of you staying here," she asked.
"They weren't happy. They seem to think I joined a cult. I visit them regularly, just to prove I haven't"
"Will you really stay here for the rest of your life."
"Oh, probably"
"What was your wife like?" She asked.
"Beautiful, to me anyway, and kind, very kind. It only made the end a lot harder. How about you? You obviously were married."
"I was. My father died when I was about thirteen. He left half his fortune to my mother and the other half in trust till I turned eighteen. Up till then I was a spoiled rich bitch but when I turned eighteen I became a wild spoiled rich bitch. My partying was infamous and I thought I was in complete control of my life. I wasn't, my mother was and before I realised it I was dressed in a wedding gown being married to a man I didn't love and didn't love me. Still, we all got something out of that marriage. My mother got a son-in-law who was a well known barrister, he got lots of money and I, well, I got lots of sex and for whatever faults he had, he was good at that. Eventually he gave me a baby daughter"
"Was he a good barrister?" asked Ernie. "The best, he eventually became a judge. Anyway it was only a year before we ended up hating each other's guts. He would spend all my money in great chunks and I would sleep with all his friends. So before he spent all my money and I turned into a complete slut I divorced him. It was expensive but he gave me complete custody of Mary and got out of our lives. I never spoke to him again and he occasionally acknowledges Mary with a birthday card or some little gift and of course as I got older I stopped being a wild spoilt rich bitch to just a spoilt rich bitch"
"Well, I don't think you are a spoilt rich bitch. Did you ever re-marry?"
"No. I never did trust men after that. I just couldn't get it out of my head they were after my money."
"Will you re-marry?"
"I don't think so but this place could make me change my mind."
"It has that effect. It's my bed time, Clarissa, so I will see you tomorrow, goodnight."
"Goodnight Ernie. Dream of me, will you."
Ernie gave Clarissa a funny look and left.

Clarissa witnesses a fight
There was very few fights in the commune, mostly because the inhabitants were usually on some other world but when they did occur it was over an age old reason. A woman or, in this case, a man.
Clarissa was repairing a roof when she became aware of a commotion beneath her. Two young women where fighting each other. Not a push and slap affair, the fists were really connecting. The punches were also accompanied with slogans such as, "Keep your scabby hands off him" or "He's mine you poxy whore" and other descriptive phrases and while all this was going on a young man was sitting of a barrel watching them.
Clarissa was enjoying the diversion but was beginning to think she should do something when Farmer Giles strode onto the scene with two massive buckets of water that he poured over the girls. This served to stop the girls fighting and turned to the common enemy.
They poured a huge amount of obscene phrases on Farmer Giles till he said, "Girls, girls why are you fighting," then he took them both by the shoulder and pointed them at the young man.
"Are you really fighting each other over him?" he said. "But I love him," the girls cried simultaneously. The young man just stared vacantly into space as he smoked his joint. Continuing Farmer Giles said," He's been through most of the women in this camp and quite a few of the men. He always gets drunk and is stoned most of the time. Now do you really love him."
"Well, he is a bit of a scum bag," said one of the girls.
"And he's not all that good at sex," said the other.
"Now why don't you hug each other and say your sorry," suggested Farmer Giles.
"I'm sorry sis," said the brown haired one sobbing.
"Me too sis," said the other. They both hugged and cried over each other.
"Now lets fix up those black eyes, bashed noses and split lips then go and get plastered at the Cider Hut."
He gathered each girl in his arms, each hand cupping a nice little boob and led them off while they wrapped their arms around him. The young man fell off the barrel and went to sleep in the dirt.
Clarissa looked on at the trio, felt rather envious and a bit jealous. Going back to thatching she briefly wondered if she should get into a fight.

Clarissa and Ernie
The next day Ernie seemed distracted. All day he would look at Clarissa oddly and got several thatches misaligned. "What's up with you today Ernie?" She asked but he only mumbled and worked on till the days end when he suggested they go for a cider.
"I'm worried about you, Ernie?" She asked, "are you ill or something."
"Will you come to a love hut with me," he blurted out nervously. Stunned Clarissa was at a loss what to say but she looked into his eyes and seen loneliness not lust.
"Yes Ernie. I would like to."
The next morning, at work, Ernie approached timidly and said, "I hope last night wasn't a disappointment. I'm not as young as I used to be."
Coming up close to him she said, " it was the best night I have had in a long time," and gently kissed him.

Help comes at last
Clarissa was busily sewing in a batch when she heard a car, a Mercedes, drive into the courtyard. Standing up she spotted a man and a woman getting out. It was Mary
"Mary, Mary," she called out.
The woman looked up, paused for a second then yelled, "My god, is that you mother."
Clarissa expertly jumped down from the roof and ran to hug her.
"What have they done to you, mum, " she asked in astonishment, "and, my god, you aren't wearing panties."
"I sort of, burnt then all," and then she said Tim, " I wondered where you got to."
"Look mum," Mary said, "I completely forgot I took all your clothes. It was Tim who very kindly reminded me so here they are and we have come to take you home." Clarissa looked at her daughter with new eyes, turned and watched Ernie busily thatching roofs then thought about her life "No thanks," she said, "I've got work to do."
"But mum, Tim and I are leaving for the Caribbean tonight and we won't be back for months."
"Just leave some clothes and money and I will make my own way back."
"Mum, you don't even know how to use public transport let alone hitch hike."
"Oh," she replied, smiling, " I've learnt a lot of things here. Now you and Tim go off and enjoy the Caribbean."

The end
"Do you mean to say," Bella asked between puffs on the bong, "You passed up a lift home."
Taking a deep suck Clarissa said, " I did but I have unfinished business here. I have volunteered to help Ernie re-thatch the community centre and I'm going to screw Farmer Giles, in fact there he is now. See you later. "

The end or perhaps the beginning.


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