Long, unending lines that hold you back from something you have dreamed about experiencing since you were 7. I’m at All-State… I’m one of the be...t sopranos in NY. It couldn’t get any cooler then that. After what seemed like an eternity, I got my room number, my keys, my meal cards, my, ugh, fluorescent green nametag that must hang around my neck at ALL times. It glared ‘SAMANTHA’ in huge, black, letters, with a smaller ‘Schwartz’ underneath. Yummy- now the nerdy bassoon players wouldn’t even. I was just starting to get undressed when I heard Jayne call me from outside the door. It seems that everyone else had gone and the light had blown in the girls shower room. I had the main door keys but not the ones to the stores cupboard to get a new bulb. So! Being the gentleman that I am offered to let Jayne have her shower in the men's block while I waited. Thinking I was fully dressed, Jayne came in to be confronted by me in just my boxer shorts."Oh," she said, smiling, "Now that I've seen. She needed to do something to keep her mind occupied. What he said was true. She hated his guts but it was true. When the dogs had warmed her up, she would willingly do just about anything. It was phenomenal what those rough tongues could do to a girl. Her schedule called for six young lickers, as Jason so crudely referred to the beginning males, a day on Tuesday and Thursday. There were four mature males in training at the moment who went all the way Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And then, of. Hot, powerful, very pleasant. I emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a towel and dripping a bit. I went to my suitcase to put my clothes away only to find that the wardrobe door was stuck. I reached for the phone. Angela answered."Can you get someone to come up and look at my wardrobe?" I said. "The door's stuck." I'll come up myself," she said. "Straight away."Good, I thought, in which case, I won't bother to dress. You never know.Turn Down ServiceShe was as quick as she.