In the evenings, all the clubs would have wet t-shirt contests. Those college girls would have gotten naked just to win a t-shirt or so it seemed.When...they would sign up and come back stage there were three piles of t-shirts, transparent, translucent, and opaque when wet. There were also different styles of thong bathing suit bottoms. I would say, “Girls, I don’t pick the winners, the audience does. If you just want to be on the stage, then pick what you want. If you want a better shot, then go. After the first show she had set out to look for him. One of the old rodeo hands had leered at her in the bar, "You sure you're even old enough to drink, hun?" Seventeen's old enough in this town," she had said, "What the hell else you gonna do?"She had found him alright. A cowboy angel, backlit in the back room of the bar. Carrying a few injuries but only a few months on the road. They had talked. There had been all the connection she could have wanted."So I'll see you at the show. ..” There was a shifty pause as we’d both reached a dead end. This gave me chance to at least admire him. He was a medium sized boy with an odd complexion. The short brown hair on his head was tinted with blonde streaks. He had shoulders as broad as a grown man’s; you could really tell he worked out. He was so shy for such a good-looking boy, his face had hardly diverted from his plate below him. All he needed was someone to look up to...“So...what’ve you got next then?” I asked randomly. Still. ?Oh my God!? she exclaimed, ?Jordan! I totally forgot today was your big day. You’re like a little brother to me.? She leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially to me, ?all this is getting me pretty wet!? He stared at her, mouth agape, unsure he heard that. ?Run along now baby.? Let me explain about Martha Stern, and the female population in general at Cage Academy for Boys and Girls. There Is a standard uniform, one that makes for many blushing, hard-on hiding.