Naked Came the Vampire (Hypernaturals 1)

Finding Jessica

I love my parents and unlike most stereotypical relationships between kids and their parents, I enjoy spending time with them. They are accomplished, interesting, fun-loving, and generally the best parents a kid could ask for. I felt a little guilty about it but I was glad for the first time ever when they decided that their visit with me complete and it time for them to roll. We did a family-style cookout and Don's family came up for the day.

At mom's insistence, I had more blood drawn at the hospital lab for a few more tests. I am not sure what she is looking for, because I feel fine. Never better. I went along with it only because it is my mom, and on medical matters, she would not be denied. Mom does not suffer medical mysteries lightly.

While they were here, Mom, Dad, and I fixed a few things I have not gotten around to on the house, the garage, and the house out back that is the original one on this land. We trimmed some trees. Measured solar gain at the windows to be sure that it would be worthwhile moving to a new ceramic-based window tint. Cleaned the solar panels on the roofs of all the buildings. All sorts of little odds and ends.

With everything shipshape, including their youngest son, they thought that they were no longer needed. Time to get back on the road, their little Honda Fit 'dinghy' bobbing along in the wake of their land yacht.

Dad stood in the open side door of the RV waiting, the motor started and HVAC cranked. Mom gave me one last visual inspection. If she took my hand, she'd take my pulse for sure. Dad called over the motor "Come on Sally. Our boy will be fine".

Mom gave me a hug and stood back to look me over at arm's length. She said with standard issue mom-concern "You are losing weight, Honey. Probably a good thing, since you were on the heavy side. I was slightly concerned about that but I never said anything because it was not too bad. Yet. Always a precursor to things like adult onset Diabetes and such. I am glad you are taking so much better care of yourself now."

My dad and I exchanged a glance. She couldn't see him so he got to roll his eyes, and then grinned. Oblivious she continued "Still, make sure you are eating right. Take care of yourself, We still have no idea what that is you were sick with, and I do not want you to have a relapse."

I smiled to myself. I have not lost an ounce, and I eat everything in sight. I am pounding unheard of weights at the gym just trying to keep the visible muscle tone I have.

"OK, Mom. Don't worry. I'm fine. You guys go get back on the road and have some fun."

She got into the RV, closed the door, and then looked at me through the passenger window with obvious concern still in her eyes. Mom's will be moms. I stayed outside till the RV was lost from both sight and sound, all the way up the long and winding driveway, and out on the country road. You can hear Diesel engines forever.

Thursday in early October. Nearly a month since Jessica at the Hollow and on her boat. We had gone there on a family trip. Most outside the community would toss out an "Ehw!" here. When you grow up going to nude beaches and hanging out with other free spirit's, seeing your parents nude has very little meaning. It's just another mode of dress. Naturists are not as uptight about that kind of thing.

I even felt less self-conscious than before if for no other reason than I appear to have lost weight. Being an overweight nudist and an overweight fully-clothed-person probably carries the same amount of self-consciousness. If you are heavy you know you are and you either care or you do not. Some women at the Hollow turned their heads to look at me as we walked by, which is new. None of them Jessica though, so that has less meaning than it would have in the pre-Jessica days.

The whole family went to Oktoberfest last weekend over in Fredericksburg, and there were plenty of people dressed in lederhosen there and did not seem self-conscious about that. It's all the same to me.