"John Smith, Baptist, you're in. Please go to room 321, but be very quiet going by 317."Jenny Taylor, Jew, you're in. Please go to room 324, but be ve...y quiet going by 317."Carl Reed, agnostic, you're in. Please go to room 342, but be very quiet going by 317."Excuse me St. Peter," the next man says, "I was wondering why you tell everyone to be quiet when they go by room 317?"St. Peter smiles. "Room 317 is for the Catholics. They think they're the only ones here."Anyway, I hate life, but I'm. It was closed, but there was a woman, roughly in her mid-thirties, dark brown hair, nice figure, and wearing short shorts, a tight tank top and now barefoot as she had just started changing out the displays in the front window. Jacob admired not only the sensual outfits on display, but also the seemingly sultry way in which the woman was dressing and undressing the mannequins. The woman saw Jacob and smiled at him in no particular way, but as he stood there and watched, she more frequently. Someone knocked and opened the door. I turned around to see Tyler standing there. “oh im sorry, I didn’t realize you weren’t dressed” he said covering his eyes.“no its okay,” I said standing up and covering myself with my towel.“Jordin said breakfasts ready” “okay” I said. I might have acted calm but inside my heart was thumping. Tyler had dark brown hair, mesmerizing blue eyes and the greatest body. For him to see me in just underwear was nerve racking but it also made me a little wet between. I have even gone to the Secretary of State, but nobody is willing to hand over the plans for that guidance system to a former enemy. It's insane! We're mandated to build these damned spaceships against an insanely foreshortened schedule, but the very people who insist on getting it done refuse to allow us to share the necessary information." It is regrettable, Dr. Schmidt." Wu replied. "I have been ordered to inform you that if those plans are not in my hands by the end of the week, the.