Do things keep going so well?

No

Later that night, Peggy had a nightmare.

She kept tossing and turning and crying out, "No! No! No!" until finally her blonde tent mate shook her awake.

"What is it?" her tent mate asked.

"I'm sorry," said Peggy. "I guess I was having a bad dream."

"About what?"

"I dreamed I was in a land where I had to wear clothes. Where everybody had to wear clothes. And no one could see my tits or my bush or my ass or anything. And I couldn't see anyone else's."

"That was just a nightmare, dear. It wasn't real."

"I know that now," said Peggy. "But it seemed so real."

"Well, it's over now, dear. So hopefully when you go back to sleep this time, you'll have sweet dreams."

"I'll try," said Peggy. "Only..."

"What, dear?"

"I know I haven't known you very long but so far you seem like a good person. Please promise that you'll never let me wear clothes again. Please promise me that."

"Don't worry," said the blonde. "I promise. From now on, I'll do my best to make sure the two of us stay naked till the day we die."