Downfall/Dry your clothes on the clothesline C F
From Create Your Own Story
You just can't wait to get out of your wet clothes. Ever since you woke up on the beach, you felt the damp cloth on your skin, and enough is enough. With a sigh, you peel off your t-shirt and hang it on the clothesline. Cate's eyes brighten when she sees your bra.
"Oh, perfect," she says. "The straps are going to be a great help in building a palm leaf roof. Much better than using vines."
"Good idea. With yours we have-"
"I don't wear a bra. We were sleeping, I didn't wear one. I am surprised you have yours on."
"It was in my pile of clothes, I put it on by reflex." You reach behind your back, open the clasp and slip the bra off.
"Well, I think I'll dry my clothes, too," Cate says hangs up her top. Her breasts are usually smaller than yours, and you already sprout an A-cup. Small breasts are a family trait, with the exception of Kirsten whose breasts are quite large. While your nipples are pointing slightly upwards, Cate's nipples point directly forward. The size of her breasts didn't increase noticeably during her pregnancy; you may be up to par now.
It's not a big deal for you to undress in front of each other. Besides not having much choice, your family is relatively open about nudity. It's the most natural way, and only when Will got to a certain age, you and your daughters took care not to let him see anything. It wasn't different when you were young, and you have dressed or undressed in Cate's presence often enough.
You undress completely and hang your stuff - the bra, your panties, shorts and a pair of sneakers with tied laces - over the line. Cate doesn't have shoes, you notice - you remember she wore ballet flats who must have been ripped off her feet by the surge. Besides her spaghetti tank top, she wears a skirt and a thong. All your clothes just have space on the clothesline.
You notice Cate is shaven 'down there', just like you are. From a castaway point of view, this will likely prove advantageous, as pubic hair would could be a foothold for parasitic insects.
"Kind of unfamiliar feeling, isn't it?" Cate says. "Being naked outside, I mean."
You nod. "I'll have a quick wash in the river. I have sand in more crevices than I knew I had."
"Go ahead, I'll make sure the fire burns steadily."
While going to the river, you become aware how sensitive the soles of your feet are. You flinch whenever tripping on a stone or something else. Carefully you tread into the creek. It is broad, but not deep. At it's deepest, the water reaches up to your knee. The water is cool, but not cold. You wade in and sit down. You wash the sand off your body, first from the waist down, then from your upper body. Then you dive under, wash your hair, then return to the camp.
While Cate is at the river, you you sit next to the fire and enjoy the warmth. Ten minutes later, Cate returns and sits next to.
"You think the kids are okay?" you ask.
"They are clever, and they have the supplies from the lifeboat."
"I should go to the beach and check."
"They won't be there, they need to utilize daylight. Just as we do. It gets dark really quick in these latitudes."
"Okay, what's next? We could need something to eat."
"I prefer some kind of roof. The sky doesn't look very promising."
| Status | ||
| State of Clothing | naked |
Contacts |
| Inventory | T-Shirt; Shorts; Bra; Panties; Sneakers | |
| Surroundings | Bonfire | |
