The really REALLY hugged my ass. I thought I was wearing them wrong at first since they just got stuck in my ass right away. I just looked at myself a...d blushed and got nervous butterflies thinking about what they would think of me…but another part felt proud. I was taking a big step toward body confidence so I figured it was time to go out. Barefoot, I opened the door stepping outside to complete my end of the bet. At first, I was shocked that there was more guys. What I opened the door too. This was a very small office on the 6th floor of a building. The banks would close at around 3:00 PM and the scrolls would start coming in through the messengers at about 4:00 PM. My job would start at 3:30 PM and end at midnight. There were 3 bank branches in about 5—6 miles radius, who would send the scrolls in and after all the scrutiny, next morning they were delivered back to the respective branch. The timings of the job were very odd but I could understand, unless the public dealing in. ******The next couple of days went much the same for Mary at college although on the last day a group of them had gone to the pub after all the lessons and Mary got a little tipsy. She told Zack that in the pub some of the boys had kissed and groped her. She told Zack that the skirt made it so much easier for them.“So you enjoyed being kissed and groped?” “I would have if it had been some of the good looking guys, or you Zack.”Zack let that last couple of words go for then but he logged them. I'm not a regular visitor to The Highway, as it's known among those who are much more involved in it than I am. In fact, this is only my third, and probably last, visit. There are just too many other things in this world yet unvisited for me to keep returning to any one place.As such, I'm not accepted as one of the regulars. Regulars are people who use all their spare time and money to keep returning here time after time. Some actually seem to live here. I don't speak their colloquial shorthand.