Yeah, I had fun. I know I showed you a lot and I really liked you all looking at my boobs and between my legs, so close’. I said ‘Doesn’t your b...yfriend mind you stripping?’ She said ‘Actually, he’s really supportive of what I do, although, well, I’ve told him I only ever go topless. I certainly wouldn’t tell him how much of my body you’ve all seen today’.After she finished her drink, she left, smiling and looking really happy. One of the guys said ‘That’s a lovely pink clit that she was. "I guess, since we're gonna have write that essay, we should make sure I'm prepared for that," I let her know.We had to write a big essay about a person of our choice. It could be anyone, and we had to write a ten page paper on them. I picked out Jimmi Hendrix, so she went through some of our stuff. She seemed impressed by what I found, and she made sure I knew the bullet points of writing a paper. It was nice to spend time with her, even if it was strictly professional, as she said. We started. ..!” I dove in after the youth, hardly knowing at that time, she couldn’t swim. I firmly believe, to this day that I sit and write this story, that a person should say... ‘I can’t swim,’ when you invite them over to your pool. Well...when I reached her, she clung to me like velcro. “Johnny, Johnny, save me!” she hollered loudly into my ear, near panic. “I can’t swim, don’t let go,” she begged, her oily body rapidly climbing up my torso, kind of delightfully, until she rested in my arms well. “I find it amazing how you keep everything so well organized in your head like that.”“Next thing you and I need to do is make an Audition Notice for LES MISÉRABLES. I want to put all the major characters and their musical requirements on the back of it Character name, vocal part, expected song to audition with and so forth...”“Sure will, let me go get my laptop,” she said getting up.“Michael,” my mother said after Jenn left the room, “You have found an angel, don’t fuck this up, OK?”“Ma’am, yes.