I was strolling around the park what a lovely

lovingly invoke the sweet smell of nature. Not a care in the world. Until the sudden realization hit me that my lunch break was over in 10 minutes. I sighed heavily and trudged my

corporate self back to my office & slumped down in my fine leather chair. I hated my shiney wealthy life. I yearned to be a nudist, to live in a forest & forage for my grub.

But I had to be realistic. Still, I can take off my clothes in my own office if I want to! Off they came. A sense of independence shrouded me, until my CEO paid me a surprise visit

pat down inspection.Since the TSA had been privatized, the CEO wanted the contract & we were in training. "Don't worry Bronsted, you have nothing to hide, do you?" he said patting

me down like a bloody criminal. "That's just my jockstrap," I told him as his hands slid over my inseam. "I need it, can't take it off, ever." "Why ever not?" he said. "If I do, I

lose my penis." His jaw dropped almost to the ground. "No way" he said. "Yes way" I replied. "Ok kid," he said. "I'll let you go." He stopped frisking. I walked away into the

men's room to check and see if everything was still intact down there. Bad news. My Y-fronts were as empty as a beach house in winter. I stumbled back out into the light, a changed

man. Suddenly the credits rolled and I got up from my chair after sitting there for hours I couldn't tell if it was still dark outsode. This was an experience I will never forget.

It was actually 3:59pm but I was too tired to pay attention to the time. The lucky old sun was in my eyes and I had just seen ten years rolled into one. It was filmed!