“Tell the bartender you are in the middle of a virtual bachelorette party and ask him if he’ll help you complete a photo challenge. You need to ge... a picture with a stranger simulating your favorite sexual position.”I feel myself getting embarrassed already, I know I’m not going to turn the challenge down but I’m anticipating a lot of awkwardness. I walk over to him, engage in a little small talk, and then ask if I can make an inappropriate request, he smirks, looks at me quizzically and says. It's justthat you, now, have curves in all the places I don't. On me those arefrumpy. They're still short, but on you they're painted on hot orsomething." Jess, I think you look just fine." "And I like the way I look just fine. But there is a difference betweenjust fine and, well, hot. The way you look is ... hot. The way I look isjust fine, but I'm sure guys would drool just to see you cross your legslike that."The mention of guys was like a bucket of drool dumped all over me."Nope. Can't deal. "I was just..."She reached over and lightly punched me in the arm."I'm just kidding with you!" she laughed. "I actually was a cheerleader, but I got in trouble and had to quit this year right at the end of football season." Oh." I replied. It was neither a question or a comment. I just let it lie there in the silence."You want to know what happened, don't you?" she finally asked."None of my business," I responded.She turned sideways in the seat and looked at me. Her left leg bent at the knee. As usual, Kurtis and I did all the work while Zach daydreamed, doodled, or simply looked bored. While we were cleaning up, I asked the question that had been on my mind for a week.“Zach, do you not want to be here?” I asked.“My parents made me come to Taft.”“What did you want to do?”“Work on cars. I had a job at a garage back home and really liked it. My parents said I was throwing away my life and basically forced me to come here. I just don’t care.”“Why not tell them ‘no’?” I asked“You do NOT.