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    Naked Crow 3: Nagual
    Naked Crow 3: Nagual
    Naked Crow 3: Nagual
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    Naked Crow 3: Nagual

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    Bad weather and a wonderful offer to help a few people take Sheila, Jeremy and a few more friends to the warm weather of Mexico. The encounter with a group of researchers and some vivid dreams are the start of another strange adventure for Sheila, and she won't be the only one to go on this journey. Who is going with her? And what do jaguars have to do with all this?

    This is book 3 in the "Naked Crow" series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherP.Z. Walker
    Release dateApr 16, 2015
    ISBN9781310714986
    Naked Crow 3: Nagual
    Author

    P.Z. Walker

    Naturist activist and author, luring people into naturism one story at a time, using many genres, from mystery through history to fantasy.

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      Naked Crow 3 - P.Z. Walker

      Naked Crow 3

      Nagual

      by

      P.Z. Walker

      Naked Crow 3 – Nagual - © Copyright 2015 - P.Z. Walker

      This is a work of fantasy fiction, and as a work of fiction, any resemblance to people, places or things is entirely accidental. The creation of certain buildings and locations is entirely the work of the author to avoid conflict and comparison with existing structures.

      General notice.

      This work of fiction deals with nudism and will mention nudity. It's sad that this has to be mentioned, as nudity should not be the shocking state that a person can be in that's it considered these days. Note that this means nudity, not sex.

      License Notes

      This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to the site where it was purchased and buy your own copy. Thank you for respecting the work of the author.

      Foreword

      The inspiration for this book

      The inspiration for this third Naked Crow book comes from an entirely different country than where Sheila and Jeremy live. It comes from Greece. From the island of Crete to be precise, where I finished writing the first draft of "Naked Crow 2 - Evil Spirit".

      I was on vacation in a naturist hotel called Vritomartis which is located in the south-west of Crete. On the evening of the day that I arrived, someone gave all new arrivals some information about the hotel and the area, and then I heard that Vritomartis is not just a name picked from a hat, but that it's the name of an ancient, Greek goddess, protector of fishermen, who was worshipped in Crete.

      No. This story won't take anyone to Greece. However, I thought it a bit of fun to share where the inspiration for this new Naked Crow book came from.

      ~ P.Z. Walker

      Invaluable help

      I want to express my gratitude to Stéphane Deschenes of the Canadian Bare Oaks Naturist resort (www.bareoaks.ca) for supplying me with answers to questions that came up while writing this story. Thank you, Stéphane! Without your help this book would not have been what it is.

      Jump to Table Of Contents.

      Chapter 1

      And this is how they did it? All of them? Sheila wiped the sweat from her brow and looked down at the piece of wood she'd been slaving over for the last two hours. It was meant to become a bow and Acaraho was teaching her how to make it herself. I'd rather go to the outdoor sports store and buy one. She looked at her hands to see if she could find any more splinters. Her palms felt like they were made of wood.

      That would not be the same, Shíile Isshiiá. A bow made by yourself has your spirit in it and that will serve you better.

      "My spirit and my skin. And my blood too. She sat down and finished her lemonade. Yuck. Warm." Then she looked at the clock. Almost time to put on some clothes and go to the resort. It would probably be one of the last times this year, as the weather had taken a steep dive for the worse. Most people preferred to stay at home now, so there wasn't much to do at the Mighty Oaks.

      The more of you is in the bow, the better, her spirit guide said as she started putting her tools away. In three days it will be done.

      Three more days? I've already broken two fingernails on it over the last two days! Sheila tossed the sandpaper away and headed for the shower. She needed one. I'm glad you're okay with me getting a string and some arrows from the shop. Sheesh, I wonder how I ever let you talk me into this... With that she closed the shower door.

      ***

      As she left her car Sheila wondered about undressing. Dark clouds and a strong wind didn't make that very appealing. She shrugged, grabbed her bag and walked into the reception building.

      Sheila, nice to see you. John, who was at the counter, had turned up the heat inside so he was comfortable while undressed. Why are you here?

      I wonder about that too, she said. The place looks deserted.

      Surprising with such weather, isn't it?

      I'll go to the office and see if there's something in the mail, she told him as she started unbuttoning her shirt. It was really warm in here.

      Even the office behind the reception was empty. It was blissfully warm though so Sheila shed her clothes and switched on a computer. Let's see if I could've saved me the trouble to come out, she mumbled as she logged into the Mighty Oaks network. She looked at her e-mail. Wow. Three of them!

      The door opened and John looked in. Coffee?

      Since when can you read minds? Sure!

      He laughed. Sometimes I wish I could. His head disappeared.

      Sheila looked at the first e-mail. It was from SplendArt, the gallery where she'd helped organise a naturist art exhibition last Summer. It had been a big success with a full gallery for two evenings in a row. The mail came from Charlie, the woman who ran the gallery together with her partner Rodney. Sheila still wasn't certain if Rodney was gay or straight but she knew him to be a really nice man.

      Dear Sheila, how are you? Do you have any new plans for a nude gallery event yet? We'd like to host one and coming February and March we'd have a few openings for it. If you think that's worth pursuing please get in touch with us. We've closed shop for a few weeks so we can have a vacation but we'll check our mail at times. Best, Charlie.

      Sheila stared at the words, only to almost jump when John brought the promised coffee. Bad conscience? he laughed.

      No. She told him about the offer from the gallery.

      Wow. That's incredible. The painting gig was great, you should go for it.

      Yeah, I know, but I'd have to know about what. More paintings?

      Maybe. Or something on a topic, like fruit used in art, or local history, stuff like that. John sat down and read the e-mail. You really left a good impression.

      She sipped her coffee. Looks like it. She was flattered by the offer. Then she recalled that Rodney at some point had mentioned sculptures. Maybe they could do something with that. Or perhaps they could do something with living art, using body-painted people!

      What happened to your hands? John asked.

      She looked down. Oh. I'm trying to make a bow.

      To shoot arrows with? Impressed. Making progress?

      She told him a bit about her efforts and learnt that he was an archer with a shooting club. This is way cool, Sheila, John then said. I've been toying with the idea to start some kind of archery class here at the resort but I never got the nerve up for it. Maybe if you and I both are on it, it would actually work.

      Hah. I'm still scraping off skin, John. I've never held a bow in my life!

      Oh, don't worry about that. I'll let you use one of my bows and teach you a few things; you'll be shooting in no time.

      Acaraho said, I will teach you how to shoot, Shíile Isshiiá. A traditional bow requires a traditional technique.

      But maybe John can teach me how to shoot with a modern bow and a modern technique and then I can do both. Wouldn't that be something? She sensed her guide's unease with that idea but she was relieved he didn't object to that. She turned to John and said, That would be awesome.

      Maybe we can start later this afternoon if it's not raining and the wind calms down, John suggested. I don't live far from here, I could run over and pick up some gear if you can cover the reception for a while. Sheila'd done that a few times before in the past month so she jumped at the idea. Great, we'll get started as soon as we can. I'll leave you to your work now.

      Sheila laughed at that as she had a full two more e-mails to read to get her work done. Sure, I'll see that I don't get overworked.

      The second e-mail was from Victor, telling her that she didn't have to come in every day since the resort wasn't very busy. The pool's closed, there are hardly people in the restaurant and you should be able to get to your mails from home as well, she read. I like that. She was surprised that there was no mention of reduced pay because of a reduced number of hours, something she'd anticipated. Maybe that surprise was still out there though. The last e-mail was spam so that was dealt with using the delete key. Sheila got up and walked to the office where Alice and Victor usually were. It was deserted, and John knew they wouldn't be in all week.

      If you want to ask them something, simply send them a mail.

      Sheila went back to the computer and forwarded the mail with Charlie's offer. After telling them about the sculptures and perhaps some body-painted models she asked if Alice and Victor had any additional ideas for another exhibition. As that was all she could do, she shut down the computer and reported for reception duty.

      It's slow, I know, John said as he put on his clothes. I'll be back in about half an hour. Let's hope the wind dies down a bit; I don't think shooting in here would be appreciated. He walked out while Sheila chuckled over his remark.

      Sheila sat down behind the reception, feeling silly. So. Here I am. No one's here and I'm in control of all that. She made sure the phone worked. After all, you never knew when emergencies came up. She fired up a web browser and looked at some news online. Then she called her boyfriend Jeremy for a while. By the time she was looking at her private e-mails John came back, carrying a few cases. She veered up and helped him putting them on a table.

      Wind's gone down, John said, that's good. We can go out for a first little practice. He took off his jacket but didn't strip all the way as they'd go out again soon anyway. He opened one of the cases and showed her the parts of a modern bow, and then how to assemble one and take it apart.

      Sheila liked the modern bows. They were light and putting a string on it wasn't difficult once she knew the trick. She then was instructed on how to hold a bow, how to stand and keep her back straight, and lots of other details. It looks much easier when other people do it, she complained as John corrected her stance yet again.

      Don't worry, you'll get it, he said. Feel ready to go outside and see if you can shoot an arrow?

      Quickly she put her clothes on while John switched on the outside bell for the phone. He assembled the second bow, and armed with bows and arrows they went outside. Sheila sensed Acaraho's presence with her very clearly. It was obvious that he was curious about these modern bows despite preferring traditional wooden ones.

      John handed her an arrow. It's perhaps a bit long for you but for a start that's no problem.

      Sheila nocked the arrow to the string, made sure she stood the right way and raised the bow. She pulled back the string until it touched her nose and her hand was on her cheek, like John had told her. Then she let the arrow go.

      Not bad but you jerked your hand to the right as you released, he said as the arrow flew sideways and landed in the grass. Just release the arrow with your hand in place. He handed her another arrow. That one went straight but didn't go very far because she'd pointed the bow down too much while concentrating on letting the arrow go. John showed her how he did it and made her try a few more times until her fingers hurt. At that moment the phone rang, so he told her to take everything inside and disassemble the bow while he answered the call.

      Some idiot asking if there were any naked chicks here, John said as he came back. He approved of how she'd taken the bows apart and had stored them in the cases. Nice. Let me know when you come here again, then I can bring the bows and we can practise some more.

      That would be great, John! Sheila beamed at the idea and was considering to buy a bow like that but that would render her work on the wooden bow a waste, and also she didn't want to disappoint Acaraho.

      No problem. I suggest you go home now as there's nothing happening here. I'm going to close up and leave as well.

      Sheila asked about Mike who was a permanent resident here. Will he be fine with that?

      Haha, don't worry about him. He's lived here for years already and won't notice unless you locate him and tell him you're gone. And he's not the only one living here permanently. John's words made her feel confident that leaving so early was okay so she grabbed her bag, wished him a nice evening and headed home.

      ***

      The smell of dinner wafted towards her as she walked up the stairs into her loft.

      Jeremy? Are you here?

      Yup, I'm home already, he replied from the kitchen. I hope you're hungry, I think I cooked too much.

      We'll toss the rest in the freezer, Sheila said as she took her clothes off. Did you get kicked out? It was a joke; Jeremy was doing well at the auto body shop.

      Not yet, he replied. I had a few hours overtime and decided to come home.

      Home. Sheila smiled as she walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around him. Glad you feel at home here. It had taken her a lot of talking before he had agreed to move in with her. They'd never regretted that decision.

      Me too. How's your bow coming along? Jeremy asked. Sheila immediately told him about the first shooting she'd done together with John.

      And for the rest I hardly did a thing, she said. No people there so apart from the archery stuff and a few emails it was a waste of time. My own bow... it's getting there.

      Your bow is quite ready, Shíile Isshiiá, Acaraho told her. There is just a little work that needs to be done on the balance and then we can start bending it.

      Oh. My bow's almost ready, I just heard, Sheila grinned. I had no idea!

      "It is not almost ready, but the hardest part is almost behind you."

      Jeremy noticed her face. More comments from your guide?

      Yeah. Let's not talk about bows any more for now.

      Together they made dinner and as they sat down to eat, Jeremy said that he'd been thinking about taking a bit of time off. It's been a while, you and I have been through a lot lately, and I think that getting away for a few days would be good.

      I'd have to see about the centre, Sheila said. The resort won't be a problem; it's all but deserted. Do you have any idea where we could go? If you want to go to a dressed place I'm going to kick you, so think of something warm.

      Jeremy laughed at her outburst. Florida and Southern California are nice this time of year, and there are several resorts we could look at.

      Sounds good!

      After dinner and cleaning up they sat down with Sheila's computer and started looking at options for a vacation. Sheila also sent a text message to Joe and Mandy, asking if a short vacation would be possible. That was something she hadn't thought of after taking this part-time job, so now was the time to find out.

      Minutes later Mandy called. Hi Sheila! Are you two going on a trip?

      We're looking at it, yes.

      That's neat. I don't think there's a problem because things are always slow this time of year. If Joe gives you any trouble tell him to call me.

      Sheila grinned. I'll do that, Mandy. Thanks. And let me know when you want to have some time off.

      Sure. Enjoy making plans!

      Sheila told Jeremy and then they laughed at Mandy's comment regarding Joe.

      Maybe you can send a mail to Alice, Jeremy suggested. See what she says to you taking off. It didn't take long before that mail was sent, and then they retreated to the couch to watch some TV. Jeremy touched the small dream catcher around her neck. You're still wearing that.

      I like it. She lifted it and twirled it between her fingers.

      It reminds me of Malsumis.

      It does? Why didn't you say so? Sheila shivered for a moment as she heard the name of the evil spirit they'd fought. She took the dream catcher pendant off. I'll put it somewhere safe. She didn't want to throw it away, it had served her well. It might be needed again. Are you still okay with the big ones around the bed?

      Those are fine. They're special. Like you are.

      Let's go to bed and look at them, Sheila suggested.

      Chapter 2

      The next morning Jeremy was off to work and Sheila managed the centre. As she walked around, dusting things, she wondered if the naturists would be interested in an evening with some kind of lecture about Native Americans. She scribbled it down as a reminder to herself. The day didn't progress quickly. Only a few people came in, and two of them were seeking shelter from sudden rain instead of being interested in what the Native American Centre had to offer. Sheila had enough time to read some more when suddenly her phone warned her of incoming e-mail. Maybe I have actually something to do because of it, she told the device. After opening her e-mail she found a message from her Mighty Oaks boss Alice.

      "Hi Sheila. Nice idea to think about another exhibition at SplendArt. The first one went so well that we want to give you free hand in arranging it. Let us know if there's something we can do for you."

      Sheila grinned. I did something right. Yay me. Then she read on.

      "There is something we want to ask you since you asked about having some time off. Our friends in Mexico need some help in getting a few things organised in their naturist resort. Would you and Jeremy be interested in going there? It's not really a vacation, we understand that, but you'd help us - and them - tremendously. And we'd make sure you get there and back."

      Sheila read that part again. You want us to go to Mexico? It looked unbelievable. She immediately called Jeremy. He didn't respond so she left a message on his voice mail about Alice's question. Mexico. She leaned back and thought about it. For free too. And all we need to do is tell them what to do and how to do it. They'd have to know what issues the people in Mexico were facing, but the idea itself was quite enticing. Her phone rang and pulled her back to reality. It was Jeremy.

      What's that you said? We're going to Mexico?

      Sheila explained

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