"Get up, Maria."I had learned this lesson as well. I curtsied to her. "I am so sorry,Miss Jones. It will never happen again." I hope not." She fetched...a tape measure and did what was necessary. Shefetched a maid uniform and gave it to me. Dorothy kicked me. I curtsiedat once. "Thank you, Miss Jones. You have been very kind. I'll wear thisuniform with pride." She looked at me with a frown. "Kind of slow,aren't you?"Dorothy said: "Put it on, Maria. Hurry up. We'll get demerits if we arelate."Miss. "I don't know," she said. "I've never had any. That's why I wanted to come here."I'd done a tour in Germany. Jaeger schnitzel with Bratkartoffeln - fried potatoes - was on my list of all-time favorite foods.The design of the place was pure American, but the food I could see on the plates we passed as the girl led us to a booth looked authentic. The place smelled good too. They had European beer glasses too, which meant big, and I saw one with that hazy yeasty look of good German beer. My mouth. As I got back in the van, she thanked me profusely. "Thank you so much! I can't tell you how thankful I am for you helping me!" "Its no big deal, Gina, I think that is your name." I responded"Gina is just my nickname, my real name is Virginia." she replied"Well, Virginia, looks like I am taking you back to Lubbock" I told her. A huge smile appeared on her face.I offered her half of my meatball sub, but she refused, stating that she ate right before she approached me.As we were rolling west. It made her think about the way that her own attire was revealing more of her body than she had intended. She was wearing a bright red and yellow bikini that was designed to expose as much skin as possible – she wanted a maximum tan. It was only when she had got to the beach, slipped out of her sundress and stretched out on the sunbed that she realised just how skimpy it was. She had tugged the seams down against the insides of her thighs before she stretched out in the sun but, after turning.