It was going to be my turn. I tried to fight but was easily overpowered by them. I know they wanted to see my naked body and have their way with me. I...was a little excited but somewhat scared. My clothes didnt last nearly as long as poor Jens did when she was forced to crowd surf. The hands grabbed at my cowboy boots and they were gone in no time. Pulled right off. The sea of hands continued up my tanned firm legs like a wave. Some squeezing others massaging me. I didnt know how many people. It was a small business owned by Bob Johnson. He had hired me to be his bookkeeper and girl Friday.I had always had confidence issues since I was just a youngster. Bob was more than patient with me. He actual took time to teach me. When I made mistakes he would sit with me and go over whatever I did wrong. He would introduce others to as the most important person who had ever worked for him.That first year I bloomed from being a self-conscience girl to a confident woman. I was rewarded and felt. I saw him look at me, he smiled at me, and I smiled too but felt myself blush because she looked too. I didn't have to hear it I knew he had told her who I was to him. Work drew me a way for a minute only to find that they had both came and sat at the bar. I went over to see them.Emily was her name, 'you look sexy in that,' she said, having to shout over the crowd. 'I didn't even notice you were a guy until he told me. He also tells me you are together.' I looked at her inquisitively. 'Do you. Throughout life there is the belief that at the end of the road your fate is decided by the man in the clouds, God.Or that your are taken by death to purgatory for eternity.It's things like these that really mess with people, if you are to be judged them what happens if you are given a shit hand in life, end up on the streets or alone.We were given free will without restrictions and to then be judged by the almighty creator for his fuck-up is a bunch of bull.This is where our story comes to a.