Laughing, he said, "It's all right, I know what you mean. Even though you are one of the most feminine looking teenage boys I've ever seen, and that's...saying something!” After he got done talking he tried to secretly give me a glance over but I knew he really wanted to gawk. I'm not cocky by any means but I know when a guy is interested. I mean, I'm 5' 4", 130 lbs, 36 C, dark eyes and hair, good tan and not to mention I have a very round and in-shape ass and I keep myself up to a T. So I knew,. Honestly, I didn’t mind. I got dressed, and Sonja climbed into the passenger seat of my ancient Focus. “Honestly, you are such an inhibited prude.” She pulled off my shirt and opened my pants. I stepped back out, stripped, and threw all of my clothes in the back seat. “Thass whut I talkin’ ‘bout!” said Sonja through her grin. Driving her downtown while completely nude was exhilarating. We passed a cop car, I asked her if she knew them. “Nope, and it’s jail time if they catch you.” All that did. I didn't sign up. No, thank you. I have bad hair and no muscles and too many pimples and nobody looks at me twice. The only people who'd touch me would be the ones trying to rip something off. That's what everyone seems to think I'm good for. Look, it's Brandon! Let's mutilate him! Which is why I'll be keeping my clothes securely on this quarter, thank you.But as I was packing things into my locker, Principal Zelvetti's voice echoed out over the PA system: Would Brandon Chambers please come to. TP? I had to ask.“Yes, toilet paper, TP,” he looked at me like ... well, I couldn’t be sure what his thoughts were, but clearly, they must have been derogatory. I had a thought, ‘TP’ toilet paper, did the paper work never end? I didn’t want to pat myself on the back, but I felt that was rather clever... Fresh produce was the one thing they couldn’t replace, or store, it had to be used or spoil on the shelves. Meats could be frozen and kept a little longer. Dairy was ... well, it seemed to be.