“Katie McCluskey, who’s this?” “G’day, it’s Brad,” the voice sounded familiar. “Brad?” “Yeah, that mad Aussie from summer...camp?” She winced. “Oh my God, Brad!” “Remember me now?” Did she remember? She smiled. He had been the Australian lifeguard on a bible camp, his atheism balanced by his easygoing attitudes and a willingness to listen that had assuaged the initial fears of the camp counselors. Nevertheless, whenever they were far from prying eyes and listening ears,. Okay, Iam good, oh wait I put the lid back on the hamper and get in the showerclosing the curtain.Please god don't let her dad find me naked in here. I am so stoned too Ican barely think, I just keep smiling. Maybe I should really take ashower that might wake me up and straighten me up so I am not so stoned.I let the water soak me more as I use her soap that smells like flowersbut that is better than smelling like sweat I guess. I soap all up andsee something that looks like body wash.I lift. .. according to the treatment outline of the hospital. "Is 6 months really necessary?", he asked. She was stern when she looked back at him. "We have found that to be the minimum for full treatment". Aaron couldn't believe he was actually doing this... but he signed and handed the papers back. "Wonderful Erin... welcome aboard". This didn't make him feel much better. He took the English copy with him to his room and read it over that night. As he read he felt sick.... "FIS: Feminine Identity. His daughter Angel, who somehow had proven to be a little resistant to certain Master PC programming, was helping her dad with receptionist duties. Nurse Sam, wearing a very sexy pair of leggings under a typical nurses tunic, was moving people in and out like an air traffic controller. Mitch was moving from one room to the other with, literally, his Master PC laptop under his arm. At one point, I stopped him and pointed out what a risky action that was with the old computer.“Tell me about it,”.