When the bus arrived I was in two minds whether to get on or stay and hope for another exposure.Of course I reluctantly got on, but my mind was firmly...stuck in that shelter with the naked man playing for me, as my mind expanded on my experience with a little more of what I really wanted, than with what I had actually seen.Coming back to the shelter I sat down in the same part of the bench and gazed across at the window, holding my breath and praying for another vision, this time in the bright. What is gong on here? I just did what he said. “Ryan, what the hell?”“What?” Ryan asked.“You just told me to put on that pink tank and I did.”“Walk out to the living room and I will tell you.”Michelle shrugged and walked out there. Ryan smiled as she sat on the couch. No need to use control there. Michelle was still looking a little confused.“Okay, it is pretty straight forward--” he was cut off by Tina walking in. The brunette with the hazel eyes. She hates me Ryan thought to himself.“Ryan. I filled out the form but the whole time I was just thinking about the tightness of his shirt on that strong, muscular chest of his. I turned the sheet in to him at the end of the meeting; turned out he was the president of the club. I never thought he'd pull me over to talk one-on-one - me, a young 18 year old with my messy hair up in a bun, big glasses over my big brown eyes, no boobs and an average ass. He asked me if I was busy that night, of course I stuttered as I said, "Not yet." He. Today she was working with the backhoe. She was making a place for utility lines. The ditch was two feet wide and three feet deep. It was her second day working on it. She had made a few preliminary cuts to mark the direction, yesterday, under Floyd's watchful eye, so he could see if she needed assistance on the new machine. She didn't, so today she would be unsupervised. She worked until she saw the tractor was nearly out of gas, and pulled it over to the refueling pad. Tony was waiting for.