It was mid afternoon on a Saturday when I went grocery shopping and was taking things inside from my car. I was wearing the cutest little white shorts...and a cut off at the navel tee shirt. My tee was also white with red and pink ribbon drawing on the front. I wore a white thing underneath my tiny shorts and flat sandals as I stood in my driveway.That is when I heard Rashad's voice from behind me."Hey, girl." he said with authority.I turned to see Rashad standing there in a pair of stretchy. I tried to sort out all of the conflicting evidence in my mind as I prepared to transfer back to Hickory Hill, but I changed my mind and instead transferred to Mount Sterling. They too had little snow remaining, and when I asked Craig Robinson, he told me that they had only received around two inches of snow. They also hadn't received all of the wind that we had at Olive Hill which was some forty-eight miles or so away. I transferred to Morehead after that, but they also had received only a bit. ..Getting down stairs in a lady like fashion, without breaking my cutelittle neck.Achmed solved the problem by throwing me over his shoulder; and, withmuch screaming, kicking and giggling on my part, along with a fewfriendly smacks to my tush, I safely arrived at the bottom, (of thestairs that is.)It was almost a shame he was gay, but thoughts of what might have been,were rudely interrupted by the audience who, drawn by my franticscreaming, were awaiting our arrival. Blushing again, I could. Sounds great, doesn't it? It actually really was. I had two hard hours of work to do in the morning and then the rest of my day was clear to flirt with MILFs and their daughters and my co-workers.That was a great summer for me, I was dating four different girls. But there was one girl, Tracy, that really caught my attention. She was already working at the resort when I started and had completed her sophomore year of college. She was beautiful- about 5'4", skinny, short blonde hair, a great ass.