With them all standing together, the man with the gun asked Vic "You really wanna make this harder than it has to be? Just give the stuff up, and we'll go. Otherwise…"

"I'm NOT making this harder. Everything really is in the bank vault", Vic answered.

The man sighed, then told them "Okay, then, if that's how it's gonna be. The rest of you just remember: what happens from here on is because of him. All of you… strip. Naked, as in nothing on. Get moving."

Vic took a step forward and declared "Hey, wait a minute now!", only to find himself facing the business end of the pistol the man held. Abstractly, Vic knew better, but the barrel he was looking into appeared to be approximately the size of the Eisenhower Tunnel the family had driven through.

Nothing else needed be said or done for him to step back and be quiet again.

Looking at the rest of the family, the man waved the gun slightly as he told them "You heard me. Get those clothes off! Maybe that'll get daddy talking!"

Knowing that it was useless to protest, Ellen and the kids began undressing; a moment later, Vic followed their example.

Each of them dawdled as much as they could, but none of them dared to delay too much; the subjects of sex and nudity basically didn't exist in their home: Vic and Ellen were too embarrassed to do more than (badly) cover the basics about reproduction with their kids, and the kids had picked up enough of their parents attitude to be too ashamed to ask the things they wanted (and needed) to know. As a consequence of that, nudity was too closely associated with sex, and THAT resulted in everyone in the family keeping themselves "decently" covered virtually all the time. Robert and Carla had both seen nude babies, of course, but nobody older than that-except in the extremely rare magazine that featured such things.