Once she was dressed, she realized that her clothes were different. Her blouse was sheer and showed off her perky little nipples way too much, and the...e were only two buttons on it. Both were right at her tits, and it was too small for her. The skimpy little skirt had slits up the front and back and both sides. Even the waist band had been cut. All the slits were held together with Velcro and Tracy knew one wrong move and she might just lose everything from the waist down. And if anyone wanted,. As a dope smoking asshole on the first ride through, it hadn’t even been an option. Now I had a certain degree of respect, what with doing the doctorate and cooking and the military thing. We were no longer a military frat; since the Viet Nam War was over and the draft ended, ROTC was plummeting, and my class was the last in the frat to have anybody in ROTC. Still, I had a degree of respect because of it.I wanted to run because of what I saw developing around the house. We needed leadership.. " I swiped the card at the door and I heard the click. I opened the door and walked into the dimly lit arcade. Micheal came up to me. "You look fuckin' beautiful, bitch," he said. "I've got everybody ready in the back booth in the corner. Come on." He gripped my upper arm and pimp-walked me back to booth # 25. It was one of the large booths and was located way in the back of the arcade. All kinds of shit took place in the back.When Micheal opened the door and we stepped inside my legs almost. I have not kept minimum criteria,because leadership is not only about experience but also some skills. All thebest, your interviews are scheduled in next week; every one was taking efforts,retrieving what they had done during their tenure, reading books. I was a bitdisappointed I was having minimum experience. So even if I would appear forinterview I was not going to get selected. A guy with maximum experiencewould get selected. I had this opportunity to take revenge with Rakesh. Twodays after.