I had secretly dreamed of being a bride since I was little and now mysister was going to live my dream! I pretended to be uninterested. Butinside I wa... dying - filled with envy and jealousy. And they kept muchof it quiet from me nor did I ask. I suppose they believed that a boycould care less about white dresses, lace, and such. But they did notknow my secret thoughts and desires nor did I let on on this darksecret. The hardest part was they did not let many people see the dressshe selected for. I cursed the soap gel dispensers at that sauna, which always seemed to be half-empty, and difficult to use. A lot of guys there took their own toiletries, I'd noted. It seemed a rather French thing to do, but I resolved to do the same in future. Still, I sniffed nostalgically at my hands as I walked down the historic Rue des Artistes. Maybe I'd been too busy washing my head hair, as somehow or other, I'd accidentally managed to get a large dollop of lube in it. Then I remembered what fun. ”The boys started clapping. “Katee, you look like you’re beach ready with that bikini! The only problem is that to go to the beach, you would need some tanning oil. Luckily for you I have some! Boy, what do you say I rub some tanning oil on this babe.”The boy screamed in approval. I motioned for her to come and lie down on my table face down. I reached down got out a bottle of oil from the drawer of my table. This wasn’t really tanning oil, this was a special oil that strippers or porn stars. As a result, Sharon was taking particular relish in making Kristie's job difficult just on general principle. And it was Sharon who was instigating the latest caper to get Kristie fired before the young graduate even had a chance to get settled in."I don't know about this Sharon," Gwen said, taking a drag on her cigarette, exhaling and then flicking off the ashes. "I mean, not only is the newbie gonna look bad, we're gonna look bad."Sharon shook her head and grinned slyly. She had gathered her.