Welcome to the 2002 issue of the naturist Yearbook, where you can see many of your faves from the naturist campus, including teachers, administrators, and staff members. Browse thru it with us, and see what we've been up to lately! Valedictorian ~Lara~ always comes out on top. She is a true perfectionist, studying anything she can get her mitts on in order to improve her abilities as well as to learn fresh ones. Her readiness to assist anyone with any "hard" or "sticky" situation is well-known via the school... so much so that people always say she is the very first to give you the tee-shirt off of her own back. She can always be counted on to give her total effort in everything she does (she never stops with just the shirt!) ~Lara~ is a top student in Ms. Dee's class, volunteering to lead every extra-credit project. And tho' she never is called to Principal HiHeels' office due to misbehaving, she freqents the office as a volunteer to assist with filing, dictation and whatever else might be needed. Watching her arched over a file drawer in the princpial's office is a regular event. ~Lara~ spends lengthy hours in the library with chemistry whiz Dragon Princess and math tutor Wyorae, organizing investigate groups for other students, peculiarly Celeste and co-cheerleaders Nikki and Nina. She often stays afterward to assist Ms. Merci with extra "research". Her only known vice developed recently... an unexplainable tendency to comeback all her library books late. ~Lara~ frequently works with soccer coach Cherokee and track coach Heide, opening up and practising her ball- and baton-handling technics alongside track starlet Meg. She also spends large amounts of time perfecting lip and fingerblasting technics with band member Samantha and orchestra teacher OHWife, which is how ~Lara~ became known as "the dame whose lips you'd most like to have packaged around you". Love your fresh yearbook, and please don't leave behind to sign our memory pages!
I'm runnin' at the edge of the world, criticisin' somethin' I just don't understand, and I won't be, no I won't be, shot down....--------------------------At the edge of reality, at the edge of the 'Zona Nudista' they call it. Where the jumpy chicks come to disrobe and play. Regulars like this honey always dangle there - as if not fairly being in the clothing-optional zone will save your bootie from...Well, from the sharks like...Well, me. ;)------------ Big sign in the background marks the boundary inbetween here and there...Can't you tell, heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain?...trade your heroes for ghosts...Like me.--------------- In German the sign reads 'F.K.K' I always thought that was a Sandfly tribute: 'Fucking Krazy Kook.' Sadly, it just represents nakedness. A no lose situation that this Canarian lovely likes to place herself in. Was just a matter of getting my timing right, getting nearer to the shoreline with the sun at my back, and awaiting the joy to begin. She shines. She sparkes. She bangs the drums. She has milky bits, too. Love.