I answered the door and revealed a tall woman who appeared to be in her early 30's. She had light brown hair
that reminded me of the color of leaves in autumn. It was elegant in style and appearance. She had full, red
lips, though her face also showed creases that foretold the coming of older age. She wore a matching
turquoise shirt and skirt. The skirt stopped above her knees. She possessed an attractive figure which you
could tell was meant to be shown off.
“Hi! You must be Joe,” she said.
“And you must be Joyce,” I responded.
“Indeed I am,” she said. “Mind if I come in?” she asked.
“Oh, not at all,” I said as I opened the door so she could enter. Like Pam she carried two large bags with
her. “Can I take those for you?” I asked.
“You can take this one,” she said as she handed one of them to me. “This one isn’t food, it’s filled with
things for later,” she explained. “Can I put this somewhere out of the way?”
“Sure,” I said. “Down the hall, first door on the right.” I directed her to the guest room. “It might be a
bit messy, but you can just put it in there for now.”
I took the other bag from her and walked into the kitchen. “Joyce is here,” I said to Rachel and Pam.
“Who’s Joyce?” Pam asked.
“A friend of mine,” Rachel answered. “She’s here to help us enjoy ourselves tonight.” Rachel flashed a
devilish grin in my direction that I didn’t comprehend. Before I could ask what she meant, she just winked at
me. I let it go at that.
Joyce entered the kitchen and the necessary introductions were made. After we unpacked her bag we went into
the living room. The three women sat on the couch while I sat in the armchair that was next to the couch. It
occurred to me at this point that I might run out of comfortable places to sit. I didn’t really have any
other decent furniture meant for a living room.
What I did have was a gaping open space adjacent to the couch that could be occupied by another couch. I
decided to put the ring to good use again. I wished that another couch, identical in style, but different in
color would appear in the room and that no one but I would notice its sudden appearance. The requested couch,
light red in color, appeared. I hated to not let Rachel notice its appearance, but she was in the middle of a
conversation that would be distracted if she noticed. I figured I’d tell her later.
Several minutes later I noticed Joyce fidget in her seat. She appeared to be feeling the same kind of
discomfort as Rachel and I had earlier. “What’s wrong?” Pam asked her.
“Oh, I just feel weird,” Joyce answered her. She stood up and searched for the source of her discomfort. She
reached around to her back and unclasped her skirt. She slid it down her shapely legs and then kicked it off
her shoes. “That feels better,” she said.
“You devil, Joyce,” commented Rachel.
I wasn’t sure what Rachel meant until I looked back at Joyce. She wore high heeled shoes and instead of socks
had on nude-colored pantyhose. The hose was held up by what best looked to me like a garter belt. It was one
of those things that I’d heard of some women wearing, but I had never encountered someone who did. However it
was not what Joyce wore, but rather what she did not wear. She did not wear any other kind of panties or
underwear. In essence she was nude from the waist down.
“You know me, Rachel,” said Joyce. “They’re not always necessary.”
“Wow,” said Pam. “You’re adventurous. I love that. Can I pick your mind for advice?”
“Oh, any time,” Joyce answered. “This doesn’t bother you, does it?” she asked me.
“No,” I said. “Actually, I’m not wearing any underwear either.” This made Rachel and Joyce both laugh.
Pam did not share in that laugh. “Really, Joey?” That’s kinda weird,” she said.
“Well you’re not wearing a bra,” I shot back.
“Oh, honey, you’re adventurous too,” Joyce chuckled at Pam.
We all chuckled at that comment. Pam said, “Isn’t it a little weird that we’re all not wearing some piece of
clothing?”
Rachel and I looked at each other nervously. Before we could stumble our way through an answer, Joyce said,
“I don’t think so. People can dress however they want. Besides, by tomorrow everyone will have the same…
assets.” Pam nodded in seeming agreement.
Another knock on the door filled the room. “That must be Scott,” I said as I rose from the couch. I walked
over to the door and swung it open to reveal…